#World of the Coinless

[augment-techs]

Drakkon: So, spy boy, tell me your secrets.

Skull (tied up to a chair and looking vaguely bored): ...In Freshman year when I signed up to do a scene for a theater project and realized I had to do it shirtless right next to Jason; I realized my body wasn't even close to Jason's.

Drakkon (intrigued): ....And?

Skull: So I just ate every bit of chocolate in the mini bar.

Drakkon: ...And that helped you...how?

Skull (lifting his shoulders): I got to eat chocolate and witness Jason look so jealous about it.

Jason (from his own cell all the way down the prison block): I KNEW IT!!

[skylandart]

I'll love you forever for a chibi coinless jason.... he's my baby so someone's gotta ask. He needs love too... lol

Chibi #15 is Coinless Jason for uuuuu :3

He deserves some happiness, no?? ;)

[the-mad-closet]

I've seen a similar ask but if this isn't a comfortable ask, I completely respect that. I enjoyed the one with Drakkon/Kim/Coinless Jason from before.

Nsft prompt + Obsessive/Possessive sex +/- hatefucking + Lord Drakkon/Coinless Jason.

(My fics they both have a thing for each other so not nonconsensual. But again respect if it's uncomfortable)

Yeah, this is fine! Let's see what I can do here.

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Jason snarls, putting his hands on Drakkon's throat. "Gonna fuck you up good," he growls, lips twisting into a sneer.

"In your dreams," Drakkon spits back, surging upwards and flipping them around, dislodging Jason's hand. He looms above Jason with rage-filled eyes. He rips off Jason's shirt, splitting the red material with his hands like it's nothing.

Jason hisses, "In yours, maybe." He rears back and hits Drakkon full-force across the face.

Drakkon laughs, lifting a single hand to wipe away the blood that beads on his lip. "Oh, no, Jace," he says casually. Jason hates it when the villain uses that name. "In yours."

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@ajgrey9647

[ranger-ribbons]

Whump Title Ask Game: World of the Coinless; Skull + "FABULOUS/almost too big/DEFINITELY too big/Fuckin' Sick Day/ER/27 Club/Now I'm just SKIPPING my next life"

Okay, so I've heard this used for NSFW, but for funsies, I'll go strictly sfw.

It's giving torture devices. It's givingggg various torture devices that Skull's had used on him during conditioning and training before he became a sentry. It's giving Skull telling someone (Adam) about the torture he's been through and having the experience shared and them ranking the torture devices.

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@augment-techs

[skyland2703]

OH MY GOD I FINISHED CHAPTER EIGHT Q_Q

[azurezfiction]

kissing in an abandoned building+ World of the Coinless Trini/Zack; boom! power rangers

Places for kissing | @augment-techs

It was strange… being back here.

Being back at Angel Grove High. Rather, what had been left of Angel Grove High. Ever since Drakon and Rita began their takeover of the planet, no place had been left untouched during battles. Not even schools. The one place that the Rangers had some form of normalcy away from being Rangers. That had been until Drakon decided to destroy it. Taking away a piece of their humanity alongside it.

Zack and Trini walked through the building, taking a look around. Looking for anything useful they could scavenge, and surveying around.

“I can’t believe it’s kinda still standing. You’d think it would have collapsed by now,” Zack remarks with a slight teasing smile.

Trini stops herself from snorting. “It must have been built of stronger stuff,” She comments non unkindly.

“You know…” Zack pauses and glances towards her. “We never really did get to go to Prom, dd we?”

A frown soon marred her features with narrowed eyes. Trini stopped mid-stride confusion settling in trying to decipher his words. Prom? That had been so long ago. She barely remembered it. Everything became hectic. Chaotic. Trying their best to survive and push through Drakkon’s ever growing army, none of them ever truly graduated from high school. Dedicated their life to the fight.

“Zack, I don’t….” Zack takes her hand gently, his gaze ever so soft. She had forgotten how gentle he could look. He carefully brushes his lips upon her hand.

“Shall we have our first dance while we have the chance?” “Zack I…” Trini felt her face burn and glanced away. Eyes sliding back. “I’m not sure…” “When will we ever get the chance?” Zack asks, his shoulder sagged. 

Trini finds himself smiling despite herself, catching the glimpse of mischief that danced within his eyes. “Okay,” She relents. “One dance. That’s it.”

“That’s all I need.” Zack says with a grin that reminded her of his younger self, and kissed her cheek.

Trini turned away attempting to hide the blush that grew. Perhaps coming here had been a blessing. And, a sign that they still carried hope inside.

[estel-eruantien]

“Please kiss me.” + Shattered Grid; Ziggy/Dillon (because this just feels right)~

Ziggy didn’t think he was capable of being quiet, let alone completely silent. He tried, he really did – but Dillon squeezing his thighs while sucking his cock made it pretty damn impossible. He was whimpering and he knew he was – he tried to be quieter, even with Dillon’s warning hum against his skin. 

He and Dillon had been out with the others, trying to socialize while everyone got their upgrades from Doctor K, and suddenly he was here, in a dark room, pants pulled down, with Dillon everywhere. Normally he was the touchy-feely one of the two, but not this time.

With an obscene pop, Dillon slid off of Ziggy’s cock and rose up the thin body, throwing the green and black leather jacket to the side before Ziggy could protest. One hand was under the boy’s ass, lifting him up and forcing him to wrap his bare legs around the larger man. The other came up his green shirt, teasing his chest and pinching his nipples. 

At that, Ziggy did moan aloud, quickly being shushed by Dillon, who removed his hand from underneath the green’s shirt. “Do you want every ranger in this universe to hear you?” He hissed, then bit Ziggy’s neck, sucking hard on the same spot. This earned him more whines, muffled from behind his hand. He might have to shut Ziggy up more often, he thought, his dick hard at the strained sounds. 

Releasing the squirrelly ranger’s mouth, Dillon quickly cut off any comments as he demanded, “Bite down on my jacket. Now.” His tone left no room for discussion. Ziggy did as he was told, awkwardly taking the shoulder of Dillon’s jacket into his mouth, head laying into the bigger man. Dillon used this as a chance to shift the boy’s weight so that one arm now secured him in place as the one at his ass began to ease him open. 

As predicted, Ziggy squealed into the leather. Dillon squeezed him, whispering, “Shut up, even Drakkon will hear you.” He kept going, stretching him further before slipping out to slide out of his own pants. 

The anticipation was killing Ziggy, clutching tightly to Dillon’s broad shoulders. Somehow he was still whimpering, even with leather between his teeth, face buried in hot black ranger. He could feel the rustle of fabric against his thighs and Dillon’s warmth entered him achingly slow. He groaned. He couldn’t help it. He thought Dillon did too, but he couldn’t be sure of anything at the moment.  All he could focus on was feeling Dillon everywhere, all over him. 

The pressure built for both of them as they moved together. Ziggy released the jacket to kiss and bite along Dillon’s neck, just as he liked to do to the green ranger. With the treatment he received when they first got in here, Ziggy knew he wasn’t going to last long. 

“D-Dil–”

“Come for me, Zig.” Dillon ordered, pushing himself deeper. He leaned his forehead against Ziggy’s, taking in his little gasps and moans. 

“Please kiss me.” Ziggy begged, eyes wide and desperate. How could Dillon say no? 

Their lips met as passionately as the rest of their bodies had been that night, greedy and needy, but full of love and promise. It didn’t matter how bad things got in this war. Yes, they were scared, but they were together. They would fight alongside each other and protect each other just as they always did. 

And once they finished, cleaned up, and collected themselves, they would go back out and mingle with the other rangers. Ziggy wanted to, and Dillon, well, Dillon couldn’t say no to Ziggy.

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Okay, listen, I can explain - I started to write something completely different and it felt much more complicated, so I may have to write a larger thing for thissss buuuuuuuuuuut I was thinking this could be when all the rangers are socializing and stuff when Doctor K gets teleported to the main dimension? And Dillon is having anxiety about being surrounded by a bunch of rangers and people he doesn't know and just wants to feel Ziggy.

I literally just reread that whole part in Shattered Grid so I could find a good point for this! But I also need to branch out and have some fun with the Coinless 'verse other than just what we see in the storyline, so I may try something else out soon :)

[madhare0512]

Taking a risk by eating unidentified berries+running from a wild animal + World of the Coinless; Rocky, Aisha, Kat~

Sure sure sure!

21.) Taking a risk by eating unidentified berries.

42.) Running from a wild animal.

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They're in the woods on a mission. It's been a long and hard mission for all of them, they've been out in the middle of nowhere for a week straight. Their food had run out, their water source was now polluted since they'd had to wash some sort of chemical off of them.

Kat goes down first. Hunger pains and dehydration get her. She's half starved and can barely stand. Rocky and Aisha only give each other a glance before they decide to make camp and stay for a few days.

Rocky goes down next, bitten by some poisonous bug and having to sleep off the sickness it brings. Aisha doesn't hesitate to go into the forest and scavenge for whatever she can make do with.

She regrets it almost immediately.

Aisha finds some berries in the forest that are the right color to eat, but she doesn't quite know them. They aren't hollyberries, so she figures they're safe enough, but still. She dares to nibble on one before she takes them back to Kat and Rocky. It tastes sweet, a little bitter when she swallows it down.

A crack echoes behind her and Aisha whips around. Something growls in the bushes. Aisha let's out a terrified yelp and gathers her supplies. Ripping off a bundle of the berries, Aisha rushes away.

She bolts past the trail she left to find her way back to camp, running as far away as she can before she turns back and finds the animal is gone.

Aisha breathes a sigh of relief and begins to backtrack her steps, heedless of the brown eyes watching her steps with fondness as she goes.

~

@augment-techs

[bayysart]

I am so sorry Bulk and Skull fans. orz Just there’s not enough angst of these two out there and I just… ya know had to do it. Skull is just uh… taking a nap and Bulk is giving him a big hug! And that’s just ketchup on Skull’s face. Totally not the alternative… Also can y’all guess what the posing composition here is inspired by? Hint is a painting from the Realism movement during the late 1800’s! The first person to guess it gets to request a drawing idk.

[augment-techs]

Sending the prompt again in case it didn’t go through with a song lyric to ease the way

Eugene/Mighty Morphin Orange with the lyrics

It feels like a dream, what happened last night/In the morning I am waiting in a long, long line/I felt so connected, I felt so high/I am going to be lonely for a long, long time-after by Muna

@lordkingsmith

[skylandart]

Sort of a get-well-soon present for @augment-techs !! Hope you like it!!! Hope you feel better!!!!

[the-mad-closet]

Intoxication/Drugged + Hatefucking + World of the Coinless; Kimberly, Jason & Drakkon

Mmm... it's a gray area. I'll allow it! This went in a very different direction to what I was intending, but I'm not mad about it.

Content warning for: hate sex, intoxication, fighting, hitting, punching, blood

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Kim shoves Tommy- Drakkon, not Tommy. Tommy hasn't been Tommy in a long, long time- back into the bed. "Bastard!" she snarls. "Fucking asshole!"

Drakkon hisses something, grabbing Kim by the neck- cutting off the loud curse building behind her teeth- and drags her closer. He smashes their lips together, biting at her pink, kiss-swollen bottom lip hard and pulling.

She snarls, smacking Drakkon across the face, knocking him away from her and getting him to release his grip. She ignores the lethargy in her limbs from the drug she and Jason had been affected by. Drakkon growls, hitting Kim's shoulder and shoving her back. Kim makes a noise and, like he was waiting for a cue, here comes Jason, grabbing Drakkon around the middle, trapping his arms in place and dragging him away.

Jason throws Drakkon down on the bed and keeps him there with strength he'd thought lost with his Power Coin. "Stay," he growls. He doesn't know if Drakkon is obeying because of the traces of the drug still in his veins or that Drakkon won't take on both Jason and Kimberly.

And honestly, while Jason kind of wants an actual rematch from Tommy, he's also kind of glad the world believes Jason and Kimberly have been tortured into insanity.

Kim pounces, hands braces on the bed, forearms framing Drakkon's face. She leans down, looking Drakkon right in the eyes. "You don't want this, tell us now," she demands.

Because not even hatred is above basic consent.

Drakkon growls. "Think you can't handle it?" he snarks. His eyes glow with a little bit of the old Tommy Oliver. Jason's heart aches for the loss of the boy who could've been their teammates.

Kimberly hisses. "If I didn't think I could handle you, I wouldn't be asking," she snarls.

Jason echoes the sentiment with a low grunt.

Drakkon retaliates by surging up and capturing Kimberly's lips again, harder rougher, and bucking up to grind their bodies together. Kimberly groans, letting him take her body weight and dropping down to rest chest-to-chest with her hated enemy. She twists her fingers in his hair instead, moaning low in her throat when Jason reaches over and traces his hand over her hip.

Drakkon gives these little growls, angry and gravelly, and fucking hot. Jason takes the moment he's occupied by Kim to undress. The cool air bites into his skin, dragging whimpering noises from his throat. Once he's undressed, he taps Kim's shoulder and immediately has to duck as her pink breast plate goes sailing past his head and clangs loudly on the floor.

"Stay," she orders, climbing off Drakkon's body to take off the clothing underneath her armor.

Jason takes her place, straddling Drakkon's chest and reaching down a hand to stroke his cock. Drakkon leans down and licks at the head, tongue a warm, smooth compress. Jason groans a little at the feeling.

"Don't forget me," Kim purrs dangerously behind them, last piece of clothing dropping to the floor with a muted thud. She slips onto the bed and positions herself so she sits on Drakkon's cock through his jeans. She grinds down, drawing a moan from Drakkon's throat. "Mm, you feel good, baby," she says.

Jason leans back into her bare chest, forcing his cock further towards Drakkon's mouth. Kim presses one hand to Jason's shoulder. "What are you thinking, Jace?" she asks.

Jason grins. "I think he needs to come now, so we can have our fun all night long."

Beneath them, Drakkon whines, a shocking sound from his mouth. When they look down, more flashes of the old Tommy are resurfacing. Drakkon pulls off Jason's cock just long enough to plead, "Please."

Jason and Kim glance at each other. Then Kim smiles wickedly. She puts her hands on Jason's shoulders and uses them as a grounding point so she can lift herself up. Then she thrusts down with a powerful strike and draws another whine from Tommy’s throat.

Jason smiles, just as wicked. "Wanna come for us?" he asks. "Gonna make a mess of yourself?"

Tommy's eyes flutter closed, his face displaying pleasure- rapture almost. Jason doubts anyone has ever touched Rita's Ranger. He doubts Tommy had let anyone touch him even before. "Please," Tommy begs.

"Let him have it, Kim," Jason says- a Red giving an order, even as he no longer has his Power Coin. "We can give him more later."

Kim laughs, then presses down with her hips again. "That I can do."

~

@augment-techs

[ranger-ribbons]

Telling each other "I'm here" + "Why haven't you been eating?" & World of the Coinless; post-Drakkon, Adam & Skull

Sure sure sure! This is more one-sided than each other, I'm sorry about that.

~

Adam's eyes flicker open to face another day. He groans, twisting to lay on his back and stare up at the ceiling. Rocky and Aisha won't be back for a few days, helping with relief efforts in the Coinless and Adam's just so tired. He sits up with a long sigh and looks around, checking his watch to see it's almost five o'clock in the afternoon. He's positive he didn't use to do this. Drakkon had required that his Sentinals be up at 7, drills at 8, and positions at 9. No breaks, no hesitation, no mistakes.

Adam doesn't know what to do with himself now that Drakkon is gone and he's got more freedom.

A loud knock echoes through the house, followed by the door opening. "Park!" shouts a familiar voice. "Let's go, we got things to do! Get breakfast and let's get out there." A pause, then Skull continues, "And don't try to bullshit me! I know you haven't been eating! Why haven't you been eating?"

Adam groans and falls back onto the bed, dragging the pillow over his head.

~~~

Skull hands Adam another juice box and drains the last of his water in one long gulp. They've been out here for three hours, the sun's beginning to set. Slowly, it sinks down behind the trees. Adam watches it go and wishes, not for the first time, that he knew what he was doing, what he could do with his life now that it didn't revolve around Drakkon and drills and missions against the Coinless and survival-

"Hey."

Adam jolts as something- the back of a hand?- hits his shoulder. He turns, finds Skull watching him intently. "Get out of your head and focus, Park. You're here to watch a sunset and talk. So, watch the sunset and talk." Skull twists open another bottle- some kind of exotic drink, Adam thinks when he sees the color- and takes a swig. "Or don't," he continues. "You don't have to talk to me about shit if you don't want to. Just." Skull sighs, meeting Adam's eyes with weary eyes. "I'm here, okay?" he asks. "So, don't bottle shit up when you can talk to me about whatever."

Adam thinks about that. It would make sense to talk to Skull, who knows what it was like under Drakkon's thumb. Adam could talk to Skull, who was a Sentry like him, Red instead of Black but still the same job.

Adam could. He could talk to Skull. He could talk ad talk and they could take comfort in the fact that they're still alive. They're still here. They survived the war, didn't they?

Adam slowly leans against Skull, eyes watering. "I'm here, too," he says softly. "I'm here, too."

Skull smiles. The sun sets and with the darkness comes the knowledge that Adam, while still hurting, is not alone. He doesn't know what to do with his life and he has way too much time on his hands, but he's not alone in that.

"I'm not okay," Adam says softly.

"Okay," Skull replies. "Let's talk."

~

@augment-techs

[skyland2703]

📂+ World of the Coinless Kat Hillard

Kat likes writing. Kat actually likes doing anything and everything that can distract her from the gritty realities of the day— she's also tried painting— but writing is her absolute favorite one.

She's got notebooks over notebooks— most of which were from her school days, from her friends school days, if she finds a notebook in an abandoned house, she keeps it. And scribbles down whatever thoughts she keeps getting, whatever random ideas, fairytale fantasies, thoughts of a world, of a life where things didn't go so wrong. She also likes journaling about her adventures with the coinless.

At the end of every day, she sits down in her area in the little bunker, in the Coinless base, and writes about anything and everything. And that's her favorite part of the day~

Send “📂 + Character” for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[augment-techs]

Lamb, Cherries, and Bone Broth for any of the MMPR pairs of your choice?

@skyland2703

[augment-techs]

Kim: I dream of fucking a guy so hard he starts crying and saying he loves me.

Bulk: ...I think that would fix me, honestly.