problematicpuppygirl

[problematicpuppygirl]

i dare the haters to un-anon their asks ( impossible dare )

like if youre so mad about it say it 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

and if youre really that mad just dni or smth its not that hard to ignore things, keyboard warriors 👅👅👅👅

Speaking straight facts 🙏

[problematicpuppygirl]

pls go to therapy instead of posting obvious bait for the attention you clearly never got from ur parents

Idc man suck it 😤😤😤😤💪💪💪

[problematicpuppygirl]

stan and a whiny bitch like he has anger issues and she starts crying and he takes it out on her 👅

Meanie Stan x whiny reader!!

Hiiii!!! Sooooo sorry it's rushed (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) and it will take a bit to get to the other two request (I ran away from home so I'm constantly moving) (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠) hope u like it tho!!

Stan Marsh, the usually laid-back and sarcastic guy you had been with, had been struggling with anger issues lately. His temper was short, and his patience was thinner than ever. Recently, he had been snapping at everyone, especially his girlfriend, you.

You on the other hand, were the epitome of a whiny bitch. Dramatic, overly emotional, and had a tendency to cry at the drop of a hat. You were beautiful, but your constant whining and tears were grating on Stan's nerves.

One evening, after a particularly long day at school, Stan came home to find you in tears. You were sitting on the couch, your face buried in your hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's wrong now?" Stan asked, his voice already laced with annoyance.

You looked up, your eyes red and puffy. "It's Kyle," you sniffled. "He called me stupid after I got an answer wrong while studying."

Stan rolled his eyes. "So what? Kyle's an idiot. Why are you crying over something so stupid?"

You sobs grew louder. "Because it's not stupid to me, Stan! I care about what people think!"

Stan's anger flared. "Well, maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you should grow a pair and stop being such a fucking crybaby."

Your eyes widened in shock. "Stan... how can you say that?"

Stan didn't respond. He just stood there, his fists clenched, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. You, seeing his expression, started to cry even harder.

"Stan, please... don't be mad at me," you begged pathetically, your voice trembling.

But Stan was beyond reasoning. He stormed over to you, grabbed you by the arm, and pulled you up from the couch. "Shut up, bitch." he growled. "Just shut the fuck up."

He dragged you to his room, slamming the door behind them. You were crying hysterically now, tears streaming down your face. Stan pushed you onto the bed, his eyes wild with anger and something else—something dark and primal.

"Stan, please..." You begged, but Stan was already on top of you, his hands rough and demanding. He tore at your clothes, his breath hot and heavy on your skin. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He pinned you down, his hips grinding against yours.

"Stan, stop!" You cried, but Stan just laughed, a cold, cruel sound.

"Make me," he said, and then he was inside you, his thrusts hard and punishing. You screamed, but Stan just covered your mouth with his hand, muffling your cries.

He fucked you rough and hard, his anger fueling his movements. Your tears were still flowing, but now they were mixed with pain and fear. Stan didn't care. He just kept going, his body slamming into yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

His hands grip your throat and squeeze, making you choke loudly, his grip hard enough to leave mark. You grip and scratch at his wrists and arms, trying to escape his grasp for a bit of air. He finally let's go and goes as hard as he can, maybe even harder than before. Your cries of pain and pleads for some mercy were useless, but thankfully his hips stutter.

When he finally finished, he rolled off you, his chest heaving. You lay there, your body shaking with sobs, your eyes wide and frightened. Stan didn't look at you. He just got up, grabbed his clothes, and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, Stan returned, smelling strongly of alcohol. He stumbled into the room, his eyes glazed and unfocused. You were still on the bed, your body curled into a ball, your eyes red from crying. Stan looked at you for a moment, then laughed.

"Still crying, huh?" he said, his voice slurred. "Pathetic."

You didn't respond. You just lay there, your body shaking with silent sobs. Stan didn't care. He just kicked off his shoes, fell onto the bed, and passed out, leaving you to cry yourself to sleep.

~ I'll try to do the other two soon!! Bye bye!!

[problematicpuppygirl]

That mysterion fic was absolutely yummy I loved it so much

Omgomg thank uuuuuuu!!! Feel free to send ur depraved requests! (I can do some tame stuff to but the more problematic the better)

I mostly write for South Park, I'll add more soon

Bye bye!!

[problematicpuppygirl]

Problematic hcs 💕

Tw dark themes, blackmail, dubcon, puppy play, abuse??

Mysterion x reader

🐾

He ooc but idc suck my clit

🐾 he saved you from getting mugged once, you knew who he was and didn't think he was a bad guy. He's a “symbol of peace” so ofc he's gonna be nice!!

🐾 but you were wrong, he saved you but instead of greeting you normally he looked you up and down. It was kinda awkward until he pulled out a gun and ordered you on your knees, then the atmosphere changed. Suddenly you had his cock ramming in and out of your throat, it should be scary but you can't help but get wet.

🐾 "good little pup" he said with a groan as he emptied himself down your throat, he made you swallow it all. Then as if it didn't happen he walked you back, saying that if you ever need his help he'll be there.

🐾 ever since then he's been visiting your room every second night or so, humiliating you yet making you feel so loved and special. Making you feel like such a bad little puppy then treating you like your such a princess.

🐾 he'll make you feel so dirty and completely humiliate you, then when he's done he'll make you feel so special and cared for. Like he didn't just use you so roughly a minute ago.

🐾 The pace is decided by how his day went. If it was bad he was rough and hard, if it was good then he'd treat you like your made of glass and focus on your pleasure.

🐾 And you couldn't tell anyone, he'd take pictures of you after he was finished with you. Or a video during, and he'd threatened to spread it around town of you told a soul. No one would believe you anyways, mysterion isn't like that.

🐾 If he couldn't see you then he'd make you send him pics or videos of yourself. And it ranged from normal masturbation, to humping your plushies, ect. The weirdest thing he made you do on video was when he ordered you to use a beer bottle to get off.

🐾 Eventually he managed to get his hands on a big cage and set it up in your room. Putting comfy blankets and pillows in it, plushies, and fairy lights. He thinks your such an obedient puppy, yet loves to see you all broken and tired because of him.

🐾 but sometimes he'll be loving, on occasion he won't even fuck you but instead he'll cuddle with you until you fall asleep. He never takes off him mask though, making you wonder who's under it. "Maybe I'll show you soon." He'll say to you when you ask to see him.

🐾 he bring you gifts on occasion too. Little things like plushies, candy, new collars, ect. Anything you mention that you like he'll try to get it for you, in anyway he must.

🐾 as much as he teases you and makes fun of you he truly thinks your a sweet angel, he just really likes to make you cry because it gets him hard.

🐾 speaking of that he like being rough for that specific reason, the more tears the better in his opinion. He likes being mean to you and coddling you like he didn't do anything. "I didn't mean that baby." "You know I love you right?" "Your so sensitive, your okay babe." Is what he'd say when he makes you cry, holding you as he shushes you and kisses your face.

🐾 He's really good at keeping you a secret, his friends don't even know about you and he wants to keep it that way. Until he can figure out a good time to reveal himself to you, but he thinks it's so fun the way it is now.

🐾 sometimes he likes to put cigarettes out on your thighs, slowly burning a question mark into one of them. Letting every guy after him know you will always belong to him, even if your not together.

🐾 and you don't really know if you and Mysterion are together or not, but you take it because he's convinced you no one will love you like him ever again. You like to imagine you two are together.

🐾 he likes when you lay in his lap, he likes petting your head or rubbing your belly. He also likes to toy with your most sensitive areas, making you all wet and needy just to leave you like that. "I gotta go sweetheart, I'll help you later."

🐾 things may be fucked up between you two, but you wouldn't change a thing because the way he hurts you feels so good. As much as he wants to admit it he can't tell you how he really feels, that he wants to treat you nice and spoil you. He'll never show you his weakest side, but he wants to sometime in the future. Until then you'll just have to deal with not knowing who he is.

~ idc if it's "fucked up" I need this ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)