#Coinless Jason Scott x Lord Drakkon

[augment-techs]

Smut 1 and 3 lol I'm greedy. Drakkon/Coinless Jason

"I want to hear you beg."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Just remember Jason, no matter what else you think of him, the most important thing is this: he is an addict. Addicts will do just about anything to get what they want. Which makes them easier to manipulate than you'd think... Even if this one is the most powerful being on the planet." What the hell was Jason doing? Before, before, before--he never would have done this when he was still in high school and still normal, despite being a Ranger under Zordon's command and teachings (and in some ways under his thumb, if he was honest with himself in his darker nights in the Tower). But that was something he just had to accept about his situation going forward. What he did in the past was for the betterment of his friends and family and Angel Grove. Now what he did was for his own survival, the protection of a handful of people, and getting a little wiggle room for what was left of humanity that Rita hadn't nuked and Drakkon didn't feel like killing when he lost his temper. Still, this was not what he expected when Drakkon said that even though Jason was his guest, he still had to sing for his supper and had some responsibilities to the Master of the House. "And it's not like I'm expecting something for nothing. You can make some wishes for fulfilling a favor...within limits, of course." "Like what? And how do I know you won't go back on your word once I play your little games?" (Blessings on Adam for making small talk when he delivered food or tailored the clothes that seemed almost pointless for Jason to wear, but he was grateful for regardless. Always a pleasure to realize that the man's conversation brought good ideas, even if he seemed mad at him a lot more often just because Jason couldn't help but try and get away. "The man is dangerous, but my Captain has noted that even powerful people have their little habits; have compulsions. You see my division out in the main courtyard every fourth day? We don't just learn how to fight and carry weapons; we learn actual useful skills." "That make you feel better about working for the devil?" Adam smiled, sardonic and cold and Jason did feel guilty, just a tad, as he bent back over his work, "It's easy to judge someone when you haven't been in their position, Jason. I'm trying to treat you with something like respect; I'd appreciate a little courtesy in re"Just remember Jason, no matter what else you think of him, the most important thing is this: he is an addict. Addicts will do just about anything to get what they want. Which makes them easier to manipulate than you'd think... The most powerful being on the planet is no different from a junkie selling off their mother's jewelry or giving a ten dollar blow job; at least, in this."

What the hell was Jason doing?

Before, before, before--he never would have done this when he was still in high school and still normal, despite being a Ranger under Zordon's command and teachings (and in some ways under his thumb, if he was honest with himself in his darker nights in the Tower).

But that was something he just had to accept about his situation going forward. What he did in the past was for the betterment of his friends and family and Angel Grove.

Now what he did was for his own survival, the protection of a handful of people, and getting a little wiggle room for what was left of humanity that Rita hadn't nuked and Drakkon didn't feel like killing when he lost his temper.

Still, this was not what he expected when Drakkon said that even though Jason was his guest, he still had to sing for his supper and had some responsibilities to the Master of the House.

"And it's not like I'm expecting something for nothing. You can make some wishes for fulfilling a favor...within limits, of course."

"Like what? And how do I know you won't go back on your word once I play your little games?"

(Blessings on Adam for making small talk when he delivered food or tailored the clothes that seemed almost pointless for Jason to wear, but he was grateful for regardless. Always a pleasure to realize that the man's conversation brought good ideas, even if he seemed mad at him a lot more often just because Jason couldn't help but try and get away.

"The man is dangerous, but my Captain has noted that even powerful people have their little habits; have compulsions. You see my division out in the main courtyard every fourth day? We don't just learn how to fight and carry weapons; we learn actual useful skills."

"That make you feel better about working for the devil?"

Adam smiled, sardonic and cold and Jason did feel guilty, just a tad, as he bent back over his work, fingers leaning into stiches that would have cost a fortune for the time and effort alone once upon a time, "It's easy to judge someone when you haven't been in their position, Jason. I'm trying to treat you with something like respect; I'd appreciate a little courtesy in return.")

Drakkon had continued to smile that strange little smile that wasn't exactly like when they were still in high school and he was under a spell of obedience; a little more in the cheek was happening. Like he was grinding a molar instead of biting through his own cheek.

"I have access to magic, Jason. Surely you know that stuff is as binding as it gets."

With one thing and another, with papers and blood for a pair of signatures, and coming to something like understanding, in the weeks, months, years that followed, Jason found something valuable in himself to bring a sense of purpose to his life; even cloistered as he was from his friends who continued to live, and afraid so often for the friend(s) he'd end up making along the way. And in a weird in-between when it came to Kimberly, who was as much a prisoner as he was, though with her real self tucked away and made to watch.

He just wished it didn't have to come through with something as embarrassing as Drakkon needing to be fucked at least once a week by, "Someone who knows what we both need. It really does get tiresome to be in charge of everything, every day, all the time, Jason. How soul suckingly boring everything can get."

Jason almost jumped out of his one window when Drakkon came out from the kitchen and into the den area after the papers had emitted a light green and red glow, spinning into the air before disappearing into the ether. He'd claimed to be getting a glass of water, which he did come back with, but his clothes were removed and Kimberly stood staring blankly from her place at the door as Jason kept backing up from the sofa as the tyrant just kept his pace getting closer.

The freaked out captive didn't even say the words, "Stay back--!" before he found himself too close to the edge, gravity trying to take its hold; except for the powerful hand clutching Jason's wrist and pulling him back up and in until they were flush against each other. Jason catching his breath and suddenly all jello in the knees as Drakkon picked him up like a fairy princess and started towards the master suite that had been Jason's bedroom for weeks already.

There was a sense of unreality, when he was sat on the edge of the bed and Drakkon left him alone momentarily, like the the air pressure of the room had suddenly dropped or he had found himself cast out to sea on a boat that rocked with each wave trying to bring sickness.

Drakkon's hand on Jason's thigh did bring him somewhat back into equilibrium, but only because he found his focus sharpening with the words, "Did you think I'd let you be hurt?" A question that didn't require an answer, rhetorical and ambivalent as Drakkon simply held up the glass of water in one hand, and the little red pill that would get this binding contract started. The entry drug into officiating Jason into something like a rentboy or a mistress.

"But if you think you can't handle it..."

There it was. That little part of the Red Ranger that always had a hand in Jason's everything since he'd been given his Power Coin and suited up for the first time. The Red or the Tyrrano or whatever it was that planted in him and took root, making his fists clench and his jaw tighten; before reaching for the pill and tossing it back with the water.

He took at least a little satisfaction that Drakkon didn't have the time to keep that smug look on his face, all smoldering entitlement and thirst, for more than forty seconds.

The pill was alien in origin and nature and was exceptionally fast acting on humans that still had a functioning libido. Drakkon had been very clear on this when they'd been walking through their little contract. Jason didn't have to take it if he he thought he could get his dick up on his own at the thought of fucking 'Tommy' (as he liked to be called only in these moments, only alone with Jason--though sometimes with Kim in...other instances), but it was highly recommended to try at least once.

("Nothing quite like walking the moon the first time you orgasm with this aphrodisiac.")

*

"Tell me what you want."

'Tommy' remained down on his knees before the bed, face perfectly level with the throbbing cock that he had practically been dreaming about since Jason made his merry way out of the Deadlock. It was a lovely size, uncut, red tip wet at the end, and all of it straining and hot with blood as Jason spread his legs, hands on his knees and looked imperiously down at the other like he was little more than a field mouse sat in the path of a predator with shining neon eyes and a thick tail.

"Wan' yer cock," was practically slurred out, trying to talk around the blood from his teeth cutting his inner cheek when Jason slapped him for pawing at his waist without permission feeling a bit like when he'd tried to perform a scene from My Fair Lady when he was nine and didn't know any better about putting marbles in his mouth. Also the drool probably wasn't helping, but he wasn't going to swallow that just yet.

Jason scrunched his face, contemplative and angry and trying to ignore the drug heating him up, before letting go of his knees to settle both hands around the admittedly very lithe and pretty neck. fingers wrapping around the back and fingers pressing on both sides of the windpipe.

(It would be so easy to kill him. Who cared if Kim killed Jason under orders after, at least Drakkon's empire would fall...)

(The echo of 'No. Not like this.' clanged around from somewhere inside him hiding under the shame, where a tug of the Grid reminded him that he had responsibilities. A momentary exercise in discomfort or carnal pleasure was something he could live with. He could see this through.)

Pressing down on 'Tommy's' throat while Jason himself took a deep breath, he leaned in a little and practically growled, "You look better with my hands around your neck. Now say it again. I want to hear you beg."

The cock below Jason, slick and almost pretty in its silk smooth looks and clear pre streaming out like a geyser, twitched hard as Jason emphasized his order through lifting his foot and pressing the pad of it against balls that emitted a distressing amount of heat. 

'Tommy' practically keened, head falling back and windpipe pressing harder into Jason's grip as he continued to grip at the bedframe, but managed a hoarse, but clear continuation of his earlier request, "Want you cock, please. Wanna taste it. Want it to fill me up."

"Fill you up where, Tommy?"

The thumbs let up a little, but his foot pressed harder as 'Tommy' looked deeply pleased with the question.

He opened his mouth wider and stuck out his coral pink tongue, putting on a show, but almost biting down on it as Jason returned to gripping him like a rubber chicken; though with the added stress of yanking 'Tommy' up and then tossing him onto the bed.

Before the bastard could right himself up onto all fours, Jason snatched at his long hair and made sure to sound as authoritative as possible, "On your back and open wide."

As afraid as Jason would have been at the smile that crossed the other's face in any other scenario, Jason was too hyped up to really care. He just delighted in gripping 'Tommy's' face in both hands, angling him how he wanted, and then plunging far and fast inside the open throat.

The choking from the gag reflex was a very pretty sound, and 'Tommy' almost lifted his hands to move Jason off for a moment--but then Jason slapped the hands away and leaned further in, 'Tommy's' nose brush the underside of his balls, as Jason tweaked one of the asshole's nipples as hard as he could. He then bucked back and forth twice before scratching down 'Tommy's' belly (leaving big red streaks with the fingernails he hadn't been chewing on lately) and gripping the needy cock between the root and balls like it was a toy.

"You be good," Jason warned, bucking again, and unfortunately blissed out when 'Tommy's' tongue started adding itself to the mix, as well as his actually trying to seemingly swallow the whole appendage blocking his airways, "And maybe I'll fuck you up the ass so you can come on my abs."

(Jason might have hated himself for it, but the dynamic reversal, him giving orders and 'Tommy' squirming under his ministrations like a pet just begging for belly rubs and treats, was something that did, actually, help him as the years passed. So much to do; so much to find.)

'Tommy' moaned around the cock, (going lax like he'd been instructed by the sentry that was still getting the shit beat out of him when Jason was being obstinate, but was apparently entirely unable not to form an opinion and say it out loud to give Drakkon the honesty he needed to feel anything more than numb) and breathed in the smell of musk and sweat between beats of Jason using his head like a cunt. He clutched fast and tight to the ruby red bedspread, kept his hands to himself, and squirmed with each passing ghost of a touch to his own cock, his belly button--a yank at his hair, another tweak of his nipples, Jason pulling all the way out so he could take a full breath, before snatching him up from beneath so he was suddenly upside-down.

The teeth sinking into his inner thighs made him scream a little around the prick in his mouth, but then he was thrown back onto the bed, the Red Ranger on top and pinning both of 'Tommy's' wrists above his head so he could rut against him, sticking his tongue down 'Tommy's' throat so he could taste his own blood and making him quiver like a bitch when he made sure their cocks were aligned with their bellies covered in sweat.

'What do you know, those dogs actually have good ideas,' was about as much as he was able to focus for the rest of the night when one strong hand was pressed to his throat again and the other hand gripped their cocks together. Jason's teeth gripping 'Tommy's' earlobe removing all coherent thought.

[ajgrey9647]

More smutty shenanigan's.

[ajgrey9647]

Why does this sound familiar???

[augment-techs]

Sappy sentence Come lay with me. I want to hear your heart beat. + Lord Drakkon/Coinless Jason

This is a little bit like cheating, but I'm trying to close out Pride Month with a few more than started with.

@ajgrey9647

[ajgrey9647]

wip wednesday: no lie, this feels a tiny bit like a trap, but...hm.

A Momentous Occasion – Drakkon, Red, Prime Tommy Oliver, Prime Jason Scott, Prime Billy Cranston, Prime Matthew Cook, Coinless/Red Sentry Eugene Skullovitch. It’s a holiday celebration with our quad and the throuple….

lol this is a little long but I'm excited to show you what I have on this one :)

“You know…all those years ago, when you first took a shine to me,” Eugene began softly, “I was utterly terrified of you even if I never showed it. Why me? What was it that drew you to me in a manner that wasn’t all rage and hate?”

Red looked thoughtful as he searched the recess of his old ‘canine’ mind, his dark eye staring at the deep veining in the wood of the picnic table. He vividly recalled the fury that consumed him whenever a Red Sentry was in his line of sight, those lucky souls only spared from his jaws if Drakkon was present to bring him to heel. That darkly blossoming emotion was oddly missing when it came to Skull and their interactions. 

“Do you remember that day? You crept up on me with that old Chinese finger trap, high as a kite and giggling like a schoolgirl…” Eugene prodded, giving the other man a gentle smile. “I truly thought I was going to shit my pants.”

The sentiment brought a mirthful chuckle from Red, his gaze coming back into focus as he looked up across the table at Skull’s mischievous face.

“I apologize for that… though it was my intention at the time to needle you, to keep you off balance,” he laughed. “Being a creepy asshole was something that brought me joy back then.”

The former pet tried to find the right words to answer Eugene’s initial question. It was difficult as he didn’t quite fully understand everything that was happening in his own mind in those terrible years. At the time, Red believed himself to be fully in tune with himself and his thoughts, never questioning the things that didn’t make sense or went against his delusional reality. 

But there was… ‘something’... that pulled at him whenever he looked upon the Red Sentry captain, even before their one-on-one conversations. From his place beside the cold slabs of stone that made up Drakkon’s throne, the gray-haired man found his eye drawn to the same guard over and over again. A tickle of a memory…somewhere in the tangled and tattered ribbons of his mind, his ‘Swiss cheese brain’ a source of constant frustration though he was never allowed to voice it.

“I’m not sure what it was about you that I found so appealing. Yes, you made me laugh and amused me, as I told you that day, but I feel like I noticed you before. An aura maybe? A feeling of safety, of protection? I knew red wasn’t your real color,” he frowned, brow furrowing. “I’m not sure what that means.”

Red’s response surprised Skull. 

“Interesting… how would I make you feel safe and protected? You were a literal living weapon in those days. And you were the one who eventually saved me. I was so sick that I’m sure I wouldn’t still be here if not for you nursing me back to health.”

Red was quiet as he cast his mind even further back, back to a time before ‘his’ memories began, to his ‘other’ self’s thoughts… CJ’s mind. It wasn’t as scary or as difficult as it used to be…not after CJ had unexpectedly surfaced and caught them all by surprise. The primary alter was a silent observer, an anxious child that the older man coddled under a protective wing. 

“I think a part of me…the part that was ‘Jason’...maybe recognized you, that you protected me once before…” he whispered, seeing the memory coming slowly to life. “You and Bulk did. At the Youth Center… When Tommy…errr Drakkon…was waiting for me.”

Skull’s eyes brightened at the reminder of his and Bulk’s heroics in those early days before their world went to absolute shit.

“Yes! That’s right! You remember that?”

Red nodded, smiling gently at Eugene’s excitement.

“Yes, I remember now. This is a momentous occasion, isn’t it? Can you believe how far we’ve come?”

The sky looked as if it were on fire, brilliant orange, red, and pink streaking the horizon as the sun descended, the vivid colors playing across the lake’s idle waves. Faint laughter and merriment could be heard from the other cabins as families celebrated the holiday festivities, punctuated by the occasional pop of an errant firework. Skull sipped his icy beverage, a virgin strawberry daiquiri, before responding.

“Definitely wasn’t on my bingo card,” he quipped. “Who would have thought I’d be sitting at a Fourth of July cookout and asking Lord Drakkon to slip me a hot dog?”

Both men snickered, neither missing the childish inappropriate innuendo that always seemed to shadow the Coinless orphans in this universe. Humor helped a lot in their healing, though it frequently gave Tommy, Jason, Matthew, and Billy pause when they happened to hear one of the off-color jokes or snarky commentary about what the older trio had experienced. Even after all their time together, it could be difficult to reconcile that such horrific trauma was being used as teasing fodder.

Red grinned at his friend.

“I doubt he’d imagined such a ‘normal’ interaction after our years in the palace.”

Eugene tilted his head in consideration of the other man’s words. 

“‘Normal…’ There’s another thing I never thought I’d see again… To get a second chance to live in a world that ours used to be and should have been right now,” he mused, his gray eyes sliding out across the water, appreciating the wealth of color this universe had to offer.

The action wasn’t unnoticed by the former pet and he reached out a hand to give his friend’s hand a friendly squeeze of camaraderie. 

“I never get tired of it either,” Red whispered reverently. “Not after being locked away with only black, gray, and brown to look at outside my window."

He favored Eugene with a teasing wink, nodding at his bright orange shirt.

"In fact, I think now what color rightfully belongs to you..."

A deep laugh sounded from where the grill still smoked near the deck as a shadowy figure worked to scrap it clean.

"Yes, Eugene. Resembling a giant orange creamsicle is much more in keeping with your style..." Drakkon razzed playfully.

[ajgrey9647]

Little update for now... Packing in a lot of work with new cases and a shit ton of paperwork before I go on vacation next week with the family. So I'll be MIA for a minute.

On the plus side, I'm sure I'll find lots of inspo for my precious guys while I'm out relaxing :)

[ajgrey9647]

This!

making a collection

[ajgrey9647]

Uh oh busted

[ajgrey9647]

My Quad Life crew

FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

[ajgrey9647]

Crazy Things for Love - Ajgrey9647 - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers [Archive of Our Own]

This one was fun and made me laugh out loud

[ajgrey9647]

Apparently my Tumblr thinks I need to watch this. Several gifs... some very spicy... keep popping up. Very David/Jamie or even Drakkon/Coinless Jason | Red 😛

♪♪♪

FELLOW TRAVELERS 1.02 ‘Bulletproof’

[ajgrey9647]

Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes - Ajgrey9647 - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers [Archive of Our Own]