#nutmeg!reader

[phantomamour]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧

senator!coriolanus snow x personal assistant fem!reader

cw// nothing! just some cute shorter fluff for a trope i adore

Coriolanus should start taking the amount of sticky notes you left around for him out of your paycheck. He contemplated that idea when he found another two on his desk that morning. You were often the first one into the office, a fact he was particularly proud of when other senators complained that their assistants weren’t working. You knew the way he preferred his papers sorted when he came in, and you always were sure to have his coffee sitting for ten minutes before he arrived, leaving it the perfect temperature for his first sip. Coriolanus thought about your relationship often; there was a certain domesticity to it. You knew him better than nearly anyone, and he desired to know you better despite knowing it could be inappropriate to ask the questions he wanted to. 

Your copy of yesterday’s meeting notes is being printed. A note on top of his stack of reports to read through.

Good morning, sir. A second note next to his coffee cup. Something akin to a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he took the note into his hand, thumb rubbing over the dried ink before tucking it into a box in his desk. The box was nearly full of small notes; he’d have to get another. The coffee cup warmed his hand as he turned to look out the window, sipping in peaceful silence as the first sprinkles of spring rain set in over the Capital. The snow had cleared out early this year and had been replaced with a terrible chill and rain, but the sun returned when he turned to the sound of the door opening.

“Good morning, sir. Your meeting notes as promised. They’d have been here earlier if the new intern hadn’t tried to break the printer last night. I nearly broke my hand trying to unjam it,” you said as you set down the stack of papers precisely in the corner of his desk. He appreciated how much you respected his order of things.

“I assume your hand is intact?” 

“Yes, thank you. Your lunch with the Secretary of Communications is today, and you have a call with the Head Gamemaker at three. Besides that, I’ve tried to give you time to catch up on reports.” He nodded in response, taking in the sight of your winter clothes with a soft look in his eyes. 

“Thank you. Please ensure you get to lunch today. I would prefer not to find my assistant on the floor when she forgets to eat.” You smiled with a firm nod in return.

“Of course, sir. I’ll be outside if you need me.” A small part of him hated watching you walk away, the same part of him that he forced himself to ignore so fiercely. He noticed the color of your skirt, a deep red, and a part of him wondered if you matched his signature jacket on purpose. It wasn’t entirely unlikely; you often had something red on since your first week, and he knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence. 

When he left for lunch, he found your desk empty and a single note left atop your keyboard.

Enjoy your lunch. I’ll be here when you return. He picked up the note to tuck safely into his jacket pocket, another for his collection. He hadn’t realized how protective he’d be of your notes when you started working for him a year ago, but when he couldn’t find the heart to throw them away, it became a growing issue for the space in his desk. You’d never know, but the note you’d left him on your first day was framed and pristine in the back of one of his drawers. Maybe one day, he’d get the courage to display it on his shelf. 

As promised, you were there when he returned and greeted him with a smile that he swore lit up the room. 

“Good afternoon, sir. How was lunch?” your voice was gentle and caring, a comfort unlike anything he’d heard before.

“Productive. His assistant will be reaching out to set another next month. How was your lunch?” He did his best to ask about you even on his busiest days, and how your eyes shined when he did always made it worth it. You told him about the cafe you stopped into during your break from the office with the same smile that took the breath out of his lungs. 

“Their coffee is quite good as well. Perhaps I could bring you one tomorrow to see if you’d like it over the cafe I’ve been getting your coffee from recently.” There it was again. The care you showed him from the first day you entered the office, never once thinking of anyone else there but him. You were a shark when you wanted to be for him, ready to rearrange anyone else’s schedule for his benefit. But to him, you were nothing more than the perfect kind girl he couldn’t help but be grateful for hiring every day. He enjoyed the fire in your eyes when you’d ramble about one of the interns getting in the way of your job and when you triumphantly announced the success of a hard-to-plan meeting. He was entirely infatuated with you, frowned upon or not. 

His call with the Head Gamemaker ran later than expected, the sun setting in the background from the conference room he had stepped into with another senator to discuss plans for the following year’s games. When he came back to your desk empty, a certain melancholy settled deep in his chest. No note was left for him, an uncommon occurrence, and a slight frown pulled on his features before he stepped into his office to finish the day. He wasn’t upset at you; he had nearly forced you to leave the office on time plenty of times. But a voice in his head still begged you to be there when he was. 

A small box sat on his desk, centered perfectly amongst the papers you had clearly straightened for him before leaving. Tied together with a red bow, he sat down to inspect it closer. He imagined your hands tying it so neatly together, and his fingers brushed against the ribbon as if it could cure the ache in his chest that longed to touch your skin. Undoing the ribbon and setting it aside, he relished in the smile that washed over his face. A sticky note stared up at him from where he had taken off the top of the box.

Happy birthday, Mr. Snow. I hope you had a good day. I’ll see you tomorrow. You hadn’t spoken a word about the day. You were perfectly familiar with his disdain for celebration and refrained from the theatrics you knew would drive him crazy. But when you scouted out the new cafe at lunch, you couldn’t help purchasing one small cupcake, knowing he would never indulge in a whole slice of cake. Lightly iced and small enough for him not to deny the sweet treat, he tore off a piece of the cake and imagined your excitement in leaving the gift for him before you left. 

You didn’t have to voice how much you cared for him. It was clear as day, and it was something he swore never to take for granted.

[rollingeevee]

Imagine their darling but they are more compliant and behaved around/adore their assistance like haetae, candy apple cookie, and nutmeg would they get jealous or nah?

Ooooooo~ For the Beasts we have so far, I can say this

Mystic Flour would not mind one bit. Cloud Haetae is helping to keep you compliant, and you seem to find genuine joy around them. Soon, that joy will be found when you’re around her when you realize your place. And with Cloud Haetae’s help, she’ll get that from you a lot faster. I also see Mystic Flour and Cloud Haetae having the healthiest relationship of all the Beasts and their assistants currently, and with Mystic Flour being the Beast of Apathy on top of that, jealousy is unlikely when it comes to Cloud Haetae.

Burning Spice would likely get jealous at first, until he gives it some thought… Nutmeg Tiger’s strength is closer to yours than his is. His strength is above everyone’s after all. Perhaps Nutmeg Tiger would be willing to help train you! Enhance your strength! So that when you do attempt escapes, he gets a better thrill from it! Nutmeg Tiger, ofc, is willing to do anything to please the Great Destroyer.

Shadow Milk I definitely see as the most jealous of the bunch currently. He’d probably get more jealous of Black Sapphire than Candy Apple, but both still make him jealous if you’re paying attention to them instead of him. He’s not subtle with his jealousy either. If you’re with Black Sapphire and/or Candy Apple in the Spire, soft growls and hisses of discontent can often be heard from the darkness that grow louder with the more time that passes. It’s not long after that that Shadow Milk will swoop in to snatch you up for some quality time with him, parting with you ensnared in his embrace and a quiet warning snarl to his minion. You’re his, after all, in case he hadn’t made that clear. You should be with him, not them! He might try to play it off to you, but if you’ve been around long enough, you’ll notice the signs fairly easily. His usual smile will be strained, his eyes just a bit more narrowed than normal, and his lips and eyelids will very subtly twitch every now and then. His minions pick up on this rather quickly and, to avoid his wrath, will either try to avoid you (Candy Apple’s typical method, as she gets jealous of the attention he gives you rather easily and has been punished in the past for trying to bring harm to you or help you escape) or guide your attention back to their master (Black Sapphire’s usual method), where it should be.

[dreamyblanket]

Got another one with dragon y/n (and to help you draw with centaurs)

Nutmeg tiger cookie is minding her own business unaware dragon y/n is watching her from the shadows and she then passed out and woke up in a cave/nest with some other cookies like gingerbrave……..dragon y/n’s hoarding instincts strike again

Welcome to dragon y/n's hoard of not just soft fabrics but cookies too!

[brittle-doughie]

Burning Spice's army is created for one thing and one thing only, kidnapping Y/N Coo-I mean, destruction! Yes, that's what I mean't... and kidnapping Y/N Cookie.

“Finally! We meet, Y/N Cookie. Get ready! The hunt begins…”

“Uhh…Golden Cheese Cookie? How does she know my name? We just arrived here!”

“Argh, I’m busy right now, Y/N Cookie. I need you to hold off the Spice Swarm. I’ll take care of the Great Destroyer!”

“Ha! Can you really afford to get distracted right now? Do you wish to fall just like your kingdom? Heed my words, my Spice Swarm! Capture the one named Y/N Cookie! Fulfill your purpose!”

“Darn it, Shadow Milk Cookie really did talk to the other Beasts. Or am I just that popular…?”

One of the members pulls out a hieroglyph, one that bears a striking resemblance to the cookie before them.

“It’s them! The one Burning Spice Cookie is seeking! They must be captured at all costs!”

“All of them?! Golden Cheese Cookie, it may be tough, but I have a plan.”

“Good, I have faith that you’ll use it to the best of your abilities.”

“It’s a good one. Watch me.”

You stare down the Spice Swarm, who look all too eager to immediately rush you down the second you move a step forward. You grip your blade tightly….

…BEFORE IMMEDIATELY SHEATHING IT AND RUNNING OFF.

“IT’S CALLED RUNNING FOR MY LIFE!”

“NO! I KNEW YOU GOING TO DO THAT!”

“The prey is escaping! Show no mercy and chase them down!”

[snowywolf1005]

hooo... !! Now I'm scared for child y/n if Burning spice cookie meet her !! This child NEED PROTECTION !!!

When a child (Y/CN) meets Burning Spice Cookie, she's scared. She hides behind a rock and watches her mother attack Burning Spice Cookie.

Then, (Y/CN) saw her mother wing torn apart from Burning Spice Cookie. She tried to save her but only to be captured by nutmeg tiger cookie.

She cried for her mother.

(This reminds me of the show called dandadan Season 1, Ep7, when the mother tries to save her daughter)

Burning Spice Cookie needed (Y/CN) to rule the golden cheese kingdom and where it's located so he'll destroy it.

As for child protection, not to worry, she here but she too late and let just say she isn't go easy on Burning Spice Cookie.

[gigidraws13]

“YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME WITH THAT SOULJAM THIEF !?!”

“WE WERE NEVER IN A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

[incorrect-cookierunxreader]

Smoked Cheese, pointing to Nutmeg Tiger and Saffron Buffalo: Distract them! I'll be right back! *leaves*

(Y/N): Okay!

*five minutes later*

Smoked Cheese: *returns and sees Nutmeg Tiger and Saffron Buffalo unconscious on the ground* What did you do? I said distract them, not knock them out!

(Y/N): There's just no pleasing you sometimes.

[cimoris]

A gathering of the Beasts' children. How lovely.

A/n: I try to experiment drawing Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, especially since she has a non-humanoid figure. Let's just say, I struggle. But it was a fun experience XD.

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

Y/N cookie: I told Nutmeg Tiger cookie that her ears go red whenever she lies. Pepper Pangolin cookie: Why would you do that? Y/N cookie: So that I could do this; *yells at Nutmeg tiger cookie from afar*

Y/N cookie: Nutmeg tiger cookie, do you love me?

Nutmeg tiger cookie: *covers her ears* NO!

[parascials]

content: gender neutral reader. angst. testing out cookie run characters, so not very canon-compliant.

the wasteland below was eerily quiet, almost nonexistent. atop this rooftop, you are held by nutmeg tiger, her arms wrapped around your waist as you lean against her side. so content to just be there, breathing each other’s air and then exhaling with what you hoped are heart-shaped atoms. it’s nonsensical, you know, but so would the sight of you two all cuddled up be to anyone else.

"hey, titi," you called out, soft. she hummed in response, letting you know she was listening. her head turned towards you, her red hair cascading down her cheek and thus framing her face perfectly. nutmeg's eyes were fierce and narrowed, softened just a bit as she noticed your nervous look.

some tune you couldn't quite identify played in the background, its jazzy nature a bit distorted by the wind bouncing on the sound waves. it was such a peaceful moment. a break from reality.

"yeah? you know you can trust me with anything, right?" nutmeg spoke up, eyes roving all over your face. she wanted to commit every inch of your face to memory, every single pore's position as if they formed a constellation. gosh, her stare… was intense.

there was a long pause, only the sound of 207 beat-per-minute melody could be heard. and maybe your heartbeat, it felt so fast you wouldn't be surprised if any enemy tribes tracked you both from it.

"nevermind, it's stupid."

nutmeg scoffed, semi-indulgent, "what a way to leave me hanging." she started running her hands through your hair, soothing whatever thoughts were keeping you tense. her hands then snaked down to your neck and started kneading the knots out your shoulders. nutmeg was a bit rough, sure, but you couldn't blame her, it was all she knew.

so you held back the wince when she reached a specific spot and let her do her thing, your body easing anyway. it felt so nice to be cared for. you slowly lost yourself in the moment, quick ramblings and banter between the two of you. you put her at ease, making her feel like she didn't have to pretend. well, she didn't really know how not to pretend. but she tried her best anyway, and that's all that mattered to you.

"as i was saying, i think—hey, are you even listening?" nutmeg questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. "huh? oh, yeah, of course."

"liar."

"no, no! it's just… i can't focus."

"why's that?"

the dam broke: "because i love how you look when you ramble, y'know? you look so cute when it's about your interests and, i mean, i love you as a whole—" you cut yourself off, realizing what you'd just said. she went quiet as well, her face dropping. the romantic melody coming from her phone suddenly sounded so mocking, her touch burning.

you stood up, excusing yourself out of embarrassment, tears lining your waterline from her lack of reaction. you could feel her eyes on you. it felt like judging, how she seemed to stare through your skin and into your very soul, your feelings laid bare. not even a proper rejection, just silence. how… cold.

but nutmeg just stayed in place, watching you leave. she didn't know what to say, honestly. and oh, god help her, but she loved you too. so, so much. and she feared she just lost her only chance to say it back.

[phantomamour]

𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 (𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬)

coriolanus snow x fem!reader - part one

cw// none really to note, yearning?, happy ending to part one, dedicated to @milliesfishes for liking the first part so much lmao <3

It had been thirty days. Thirty days since you left a box on Coriolanus Snow’s doorstep. Thirty days since you vowed to leave the undying love you held for the boy, now man, behind. It wouldn’t serve you any longer; his wedding the following weekend loomed dark over your head. 105 letters, yet you still felt you could have said more. You couldn’t sleep at night. Every dream was haunted by the thought he may not have even read them. Perhaps he had discarded them, burned them, rejected even the afterthought of your love. But Coriolanus couldn’t sleep either.

It had been thirty days since everything he knew since that first semester of university was turned upside down. You loved him. You thought of him enough to write it down, even if you never intended for him to see it. He had read the letters seven times over the last thirty days, picking them apart in the darkest hours of the night. He could hear your voice reciting them to him as he tried to focus on his work at the Citadel. Dr. Gaul’s voice instructing him on his next steps toward the presidency was drowned out by the sorrow and longing so evident in your words. Your face was still a blur in his mind, which he tried desperately to mold into a proper picture. He dug through his townhouse to try and find a photo of you, something for his mind to cling to when your voice rang in his ears through all hours of the day. 

Even as he sat across his groomsmen, his third drink of the night already gone, he heard you. He looked out at the dance floor; the mass of bodies moving to the music that vibrated through his bones only did more to remind him of you. He remembered how you loved to dance, having dragged him to enough university parties that he wanted to claw his own eyes out, and yet, he couldn’t bear the thought of you going alone. Maybe, in hindsight, he had always loved you. 

His legs were straight. He was standing. When had he stood? Muffled voices of protest tried to stop him, but he moved without fully realizing it. His feet moved him out of the club and down the street without a second thought. He knew where he was going; his mind tried to stop him, but it was useless. The string around his finger, which he prayed was still tied to yours, was pulling him right to where he knew you still lived. Before he knew it, he knocked on the door and leaned against your townhouse’s stoop railing, the alcohol in his system making it hard to stay standing.

But when the door opened, he stood straight up. You looked just as shocked by the sight of him as he was by the sight of you. You looked the same; time hadn’t been cruel to you or touched you at all. You were the same girl he was sure he had fallen in love with without even realizing it all those years ago. 

“Coriolanus?” His full name cut through his chest as he let out a breath. 

“Hi.” He didn’t know what to say, and even as his brain started to sober up at the sight of you, that was all it managed to supply.

“You’re drunk.” 

“No.” You simply rolled your eyes at him, but it didn’t hold the same playfulness it did so many years ago.

“I don’t want to be,” he tried to mend, but it didn’t ease your anxiousness at the sight of him. Silence fell over the two of you, weighted in your years apart. He realized the blur of you in his head really was just a blur; seeing you again after so long cleared his vision, and he hated that he ever lost track of each of your beautiful details. His mind had sobered enough to come up with the words that had plagued him for weeks. 

“105? You wrote 105 without ever telling me?” You nearly flinched back at the accusation in his voice before replying with even more venom, “What else was I supposed to do? I didn’t fit into your plan of being president, did I? I’d only had to hear plenty of times how Livia would be perfect for that particular endeavor. What did you want me to do?” He knew you were right. He had planned on Livia. He hadn’t planned on you. 

“You could have said something.” 

“And what would you have done?” You stepped out onto the stoop now, “What would you have said, Coriolanus? If I told you I loved you back then-”

“I don’t know! I don’t… I don’t know, but I would have had the chance to do something about it when I realized I loved you too,” his voice grew wary, and you froze at his last words, trying to turn them over in your mind to pick them apart. He took a step toward you, and you let him approach you despite every bone in your body screaming to step back. “You just dumped it on me. I’ve reread them over and over again… and… and now what? I’m supposed just to be a good fiance and marry Livia? How am I supposed to do that when I’ve realized now that I’ve loved you this whole time?” 

You wanted to slap him. You thought that’s what the feeling was, at least. He was being cruel. After everything, he was being mean and leading you on, but when you forced yourself to look him in the eyes, you could see he really meant it. He was in agony, the same agony you saw at university when Gaul had stressed him to the point of not sleeping. You knew him better than anyone; you were sure of it, and you were the one putting him through agony. The same way he had all those years ago. 

“Coriolanus-”

“Please. Just… just call me Coryo. You wrote the last letter to ‘Coryo’. Talk to him,” he pleaded, tentatively reaching a hand forward to hold one of yours. He could feel your hand trembling, and he wanted to erase any unease from your bones. He’d take it all now.

“How do I trust that this isn’t just cold feet… Coryo? After everything, how do you expect me to think this is real?” He couldn’t find an answer; he knew it was an impossible question. He had made you wait too long, and now he risked losing you for good.

“Do you still love me? After 105 letters and nearly ten years? Do you still love me?” You wished you could have said no. It would be easier. If you didn’t love him, it could be over. You intended it to be over 30 days ago with a box of letters, but here he was, his drunken red cheeks starting to pale as the moment sobered him up immensely. 

“I’m supposed to say no.” His hand came up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him and the anguish in his eyes. 

“I love you. If I’m too late, tell me, and I’ll marry Livia and I’ll suffer the way I made you for so long. But if you still love me, I’ll end it with her tonight. I’ll leave her and I’m yours forever. Livia fits a role. That’s all. It’s a role you could fit beautifully as well. I just never realized it, and I was a fool.” You’d never heard him speak so openly, never so vulnerably. It made your heart yearn for him in a way it hadn’t in years. You could say you didn’t love him. You could send him away; maybe it would be easier that way. But you couldn’t lie. 105 letters and never once had you lied to him. You wouldn’t start now. 

“End it with her… then you take it at my pace. You waited 30 days, but I waited ten years. So you need to-” 

“I’ll wait. However slow you want to go. I’ll wait.” He cupped your face as he nearly pleaded with you, “I’ll wait. I really will… I love you.” You melted into his touch as you whispered back, “I love you too. No matter how hard I’ve tried to stop.” You could tell he wanted to kiss you, and you knew you’d let him if you didn’t step away. It took everything in you to take a step back. 

“Promise me you’ll get home in one piece?” He nodded in reply, looking as sober as he could after what you assumed was enough alcohol for him to mess up his presidential plan just for you. “If you end it with her, tell me. Don’t make me wait around.” You narrowed your eyes at him expectedly as he let you step back past the threshold of your door. 

“I promise you’ll be the first to know.” You nodded in understanding before quietly speaking, “Goodnight, Coryo.” He smiled at the nickname and whispered, “Goodnight, darling.” You let him get down the stoop before you caved, calling out his name and running after him a bit down the street. You slowed down in front of him, suddenly nervous at what you were planning to do, but as if he read your mind, he leaned down and kissed your cheek. He knew your lips were still off limits, and he wouldn’t risk anything with you this time. 

“I won’t hurt you again. Never again, darling. Go get some sleep if you can. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smiled at the soft, reassuring tone he used with you and moved to press a kiss to his cheek, too. 

“Hurt me again, and I swear I’ll make sure Panem doesn’t get another president.” He smiled with a laugh at your words and motioned for you to go back inside before he said, “I’ll hold you to that.” 

[rollingeevee]

What did the minions first think of darling for both beast and ancient cookies

SORRY FOR THE ABSENCE! Been feeling not super amazing health wise so I took a small unannounced hiatus (sorry about that) and am still a lil iffy so will probs be slow for at least a couple more weeks ^^;

Now onto the answer!

For the minions we have so far (Cloud Haetae, Nutmeg Tiger, Candy Apple, Black Sapphire), I can say this

Cloud Haetae Cookie:

• I have a feeling they instantly became attached!

• Their master seems really fond of you, so that means they should adore you, right?

• Adoption time? Adoption time- aidhcj

• They are at your beck and call, more than happy to serve you in any way they can! Except for escape, of course. That would upset their master.

• They love being around you in general. Mystic Flour is not very outwardly affectionate, but you make up for that and give them plenty of attention.

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

• I don’t see her liking you at first, perhaps seeing you as unworthy of The Great Destroyer. What ploy did you use to make him so infatuated with you?

• Burning Spice is quick to shut down any hostility she may have towards you. The only reason he didn’t crumble her right then and there was because you begged him not to.

• She felt a lil indebted to you afterwards, and given how quickly fierce and angered Burning Spice became over a small glare your way, she knew you were here to stay

• She tried to make it up to The Great Destroyer and you by offering to train you and help you become stronger, something you accepted and that Burning Spice approved of

• Tho she’s a lil gung ho when it comes to fighting and serving the Great Destroyer, her company is the closest thing you can consider to normal in your new life as the recipient of Burning Spice’s bite

Candy Apple Cookie

• Oh boy she hated you at first. Technically still does

• She adores Shadow Milk and has always desired his attention, and here you are with just stealing it away without any effort?! UGH!

• Shadow Milk is quick to notice her attitude,, but leaves it be. A test to see if she’s smart enough to obey his desires and leave you alone.

• A test she fails.

• She had never been punished as severely as when she tried to bring harm to you. She was lucky Shadow Milk didn’t crumble her. Her only saving grace was how much you seemed to like her and tried to get along with her. One of the few tethers keeping you compliant for the moment.

• This did not get rid of her jealousy, but it did pacify her. She tolerates you at most.

Black Sapphire Cookie

• Black Sapphire is a follower of Shadow Milk above all else. If Shadow Milk says you are to remain in the Spire, that is where you are to be. If Shadow Milk wants you attached at his hip, Black Sapphire will do his best to ensure you remain there.

• He’s not necessarily fond of you per se- not any more than he needs to be at least.

• Shadow Milk trusts Black Sapphire around you much more than he does Candy Apple, and allows Black Sapphire to get physically close to you and attend to you when he himself cannot, but he’s a fickle contradiction. He allows the close proximity but gets grumbly about it later. You can’t win with this guy ughhhhh

• Anything his Lord Shadow Milk wants, he gets. Shall he attend to you while Shadow Milk is busy? Of course! Oh- he needs to leave- ok-

• Unlike Candy Apple, Black Sapphire is fully aware of what you are. He’s been around longer, knows what that mark on you means, what that possessive attitude entails. I feel when Black Sapphire was younger, he might have been bratty with one of or perhaps Shadow Milk’s very first bitten, something he quickly learned was a no no, much like Candy Apple.

• And as much as Candy Apple annoys him, she’s still his sister, and he does his brotherly duties to make sure she doesn’t do anything too stupid and get herself killed by their master

[dreamyblanket]

Why do I feel like tiny y/n would be the ultimate hider and be hiding from a beast and a ancient cookie (your choice) and their minion or guard finds you but keeps your hiding spot a secret 

I don't know if all of their minions would let you stay hidden, especially if their beast is looking for you but you would definitely scare them every time!

[brittle-doughie]

Can I have nutmeg tiger being protective over y/n(after burning spice take them from golden cheese lmaooo) pleaseeee 🥺🥺🔥🔥🔥🦖🦖🦖🦖 she's a pretty cool character and I really like her!

“Uh, is this really necessary? The great Burning Spice Cookie only said to watch over the captive…”

“And he said for ALL of us to watch over the captive! We can’t have the thief taking them from out under our feet. You can’t be looking after them all by yourself!”

“Silence! The Great Destroyer did assign us all of us to watch over Y/N Cookie, but I don’t trust any of you with such a simple, but important task that I’ll take it upon myself to handle it myself!”

“You asked for their name? I’m not saying it’s bad, at least I don’t have to keep calling them a captive.”

“Are you really distrusting us with this task or have you gotten close to the thief’s partner?!”

Nutmeg Tiger, true to her name, utters a tiger’s growl as she coiled her tiger tail around your waist.

“I SAID SILENCE! How dare you imply that Y/N Cookie and the thief are lovers! They are misguided, tricked! Once I show them the ways of the Great Destroyer, they’ll soon be one of us!”

“Ok ok! We aren’t saying they can’t! Talk about attached….”

“One thing we can agree on…”

[sleepingdeath-light]

nutmeg tiger cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (09/02/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; nutmeg tiger cookie

outline ; “Oof I get shy asking these but maybe perhaps a Nutmeg Tiger Cookie x GN!Reader smut hcs? ^^ (I am 22 btw! Love ur stuff! ^^)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!nutmeg tiger cookie, brat tamer!nutmeg tiger cookie, marking kink, various forms of pain play, edging, overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, pet name kink, bondage, chastity

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nutmeg tiger cookie is exclusively dominant and an extremely strict one at that — and her dominant role extends far beyond whatever activities you get up to in the bedroom. she has very high expectations for your behaviour with very little tolerance for any attempts to act out or bend her very meticulously set out rules — and, naturally, she’s by no means afraid to punish you whenever you misbehave so don’t go bratting out unless you’re prepared to have your ass spanked raw and your body pushed to its limits until the safe word is called because nutmeg tiger cookie will not back down until that happens or until she’s satisfied that you’ve been appropriately dealt with (whichever comes first)

that being said, she does enjoy having a partner that is willing to put up some sort of fight and that doesn’t just give into her every want and order all of the time. yes she values obedience and loyalty in you as her submissive, and yes she rewards your good behaviour more than enough, but there is an undeniable thrill that comes with being able to put you back in your place when you’re being a brat and that — that excitement, that change of pace, that chance to go all out for once — is something that she really gets off on

she has a prominent sadistic streak and no problems with taking out her frustrations on you through whatever forms of pain play you’ve agreed upon — and rest assured she will go as far as you allow her to. hair pulling, choking, slapping, spanking, drawing blood, bruising, etc. — bonus points if you start crying because she thinks you look especially attractive when you’re all messy like that (only when it’s because of her, though), but she’ll love the sight of you in pain regardless of whether you start tearing up or not

she also has a massive thing for leaving marks all over your body and loves it when you go out of your way to show them off — it’s almost like she’s claimed you and that idea appeals massively to her more animalistic instincts. so show off all of those lovely bruises and bite marks and scratches and welts that she’s oh-so-kindly gifted you and, in return, you’ll get to see a much more possessive and attentive side of her that you may not have otherwise been privy to

nutmeg tiger cookie is big on control in general, but she gets a particular thrill from you trusting her to completely control your pleasure. and whether that’s through more traditional means like edging or denying you until you’re so frustrated you’re on the brink of tears, or in turn overstimulating you until you can’t even see straight, or through more extreme means like through the use of a chastity device where she has the only key, the notion of complete control is just so immensely arousing to her that she wouldn’t even dream of turning you down if you offered her the chance to control you to such an extent

speaking of chastity devices, nutmeg tiger cookie tends to use them as a way to stop you from cumming in her absence, wanting to ensure that each and every one of your orgasms happen on her terms whether she’s in the room with you to keep you in line or out training with the wild spices and thus unable to monitor you as closely as she’d like — of course she’s not heartless and if she knows she’ll be away for a prolonged period of time then she’ll permit you to keep it off and unlocked until she returned, but for shorter day-long trips you’re just going to have to wait for her to get home

she’s also a big fan of bondage and thinks you look your most attractive when you’re restrained and reduced to a complete and utter mess for her — and don’t think that she’s just going to stick to your standard rope, no. she’s far more creative than that: rope and chain suspension, handmade stretcher bars for your arms and legs, purpose built handcuffs, repurposed stocks and pillories to add some more variety, etc. — the possibilities are truly endless with her and she has a remarkable talent for improvising when it comes to finding new ways to tie you up and ruin you for lesser people

the vast majority of what comes out of her mouth in the bedroom is in some way degrading or scolding or teasing (in her own way), and she can get mean as hell when she wants to — or when you want her to be as much — but she can praise you when you’ve earned it. she does still care about you at the end of the day, after all

nutmeg tiger cookie isn’t necessarily the biggest fan of using specific pet names in the bedroom, generally preferring that you both call each other by your actual names over anything else, but she also can’t deny that hearing you call her titles indicative of her authority over you (like ‘mistress’ or ‘ma’am’) is quite arousing…

she is not a fan of public sex as she doesn’t want anyone else to see you in the ways she has (in other words she’s extremely possessive over you) but that doesn’t mean she’s above scolding you or even punishing you just out of sight of the other wild spices should you decide to be a brat

[thedarkcircuswritings]

(Pls don’t let me be too late)

Can I ask for Nutmeg Tiger Cookie x male reader?

Idk anything specific; maybe the reader wants to leave the spice lands but Nutmeg Tiger doesn’t want to because of her devotion to Burning Spice Cookie?

"You're giving me a difficult choice..." Nutmeg Tiger felt a mix of emotions the moment you had told her your aspiration to move away from these lands: explore the world, meet new Cookies, and learn many other things that you wouldn't be able to learn here... ...But that would also mean, if she had to come with, she would have to leave Burning Spice's side- her muse, her leader, her God, and would he, a man known for burning violence and wrath, be so forgiving to know that his eager, loyal disciple wants to leave his side with another Cookie? You two both knew the answer to that and even you were conflicted with your own emotions too. Sacrifice would have to be made, one way or another. Separation, running away from wrath itself, or staying behind in blissful ignorance of what the outer world was like in Beast Yeast. If you or she didn't make the choice, who knew if fate would take it into their own hands and make it for the two of you?