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STONER-KÖNIG — the collection 🍃

discretion is advised before proceeding to consume my media. the following content contains the consumption of cannabis, as well as explicit smut. i recommend you read all individual post warnings prior to continuing.

könig lets his stoner!gf ride him and gets high from the fumes. 🍃 continuation below.

könig acquiring a taste for cannabis, and developing a dominating personality when under the influence 🍃

stoner!gf feeding könig edibles for the first time and getting knocked up as a result 🍃

könig breeding you too hard and full because he’s such a lovesick loser when stoned 🍃

stoner!könig giving his girlfriend lsd and fucking her whilst she trips out 🍃

könig fucks you raw and dizzy after too many bong hits and shotguns your smoke during backshots 🍃 (wip)

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YESSSSAS SWEETIE YOU ATEEEE

hi i’ve been reading your stoner!könig series and *chefs kiss* 🤌. it’s amazing

what if: reader smokes because they have IED (anger management disorder) and her and she is ashamed of it so hides it from könig (not knowing he smokes too). König catches her and they talk ending in some smut 😉😏😏

RAAH THANK YOU ILY 🤧🌷 you sent me this ages ago im so sorry :(( i don’t know much about ied (i did some brief research) so i played it safe and went with rough and angry (and stoned) hate-fucking 🤭

MDNI. cannabis, choking, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of anal sex, implications of vaginal tearing, abuse of power.

you’d blown up mid-debrief; spewing threats and assaulting furniture. your colonel wondered if you weren’t impressed with his plan but after asking around, he later learned that you suffer from explosive rage and a complete lack of control over it. mostly because you can’t exactly help it. your squad mates informed him it wasn't personal and that you just can't help it if the most insignificant or irrelevant factor triggers your turmoil.

he was then told by a certain closer comrade of yours that you self-medicate. during particular infuriated episodes you’ll take to your quarters where you lay low until you’re needed; a fat blunt of hand-rolled ‘medicinal herbs’ between your fingers. könig couldn’t believe it; he does the very same.

and when you answered your door with a face like thunder, a half-smoked blunt jutting from the crack of two bruised knuckles, you were greeted by the 6’10” hooded austrian — his own eyes reddened with the affects off pot.

he walked you backwards, kicking your door shut.

“please, come on in.” you’d quipped, sharp and snappy.

“‘please come on in, sir.’” he’d corrected you, large hand forcing you to look at him by the death grip on your messy hair. then you noticed his eyes — a mirror image of yours. he was completely out of it.

now he’s got you pinned to the headboard by your throat, the only thing stopping you from feeling like you’re hanging to your death being the support of his fat cock as it props you up; fucking you in short and shallow thrusts.

in his other hand sits a blunt, the second of the night. he’d smoked the first one with a perfect view of your arse, his girthy prick stuffing it full. but now he’s got the dazzling sight of your face — tears streaming from your bloodshot eyes as you garble and choke on struggled moans, forcing them through the weight around your throat.

call it fucking some work ethic and etiquette into you, or fucking the anger out of you. to be honest he’s been waiting for an excuse to have you like this, better yet with the two of you so far gone that you’ve both lost count of how many times you’ve creamed on, in or around each other; you’re both just lathered in hot milky cum.

you’ve still not apologised for your behaviour, granted you’ve quite literally lost the power of speech as his prick nudges your cervix with every grind of his hips against yours. smoke pours from his flared nostrils, drifting towards your gaping mouth. you pathetically inhale the fumes with the little strength your lungs have, feet cramping with the curl of your toes.

you’re dizzy, cunt clamping around him when he loosens his grip around your neck, causing you to sink further toward the base of dick until your arse is almost flush with his thighs. the stretch of your cunny is painful, and thanks to the width of him it feels like you might as well be losing your virginity all over again. the man is feral; ripping you apart.

everything will hurt tomorrow. you might not be able to work; maybe that was the point :((