#pixie x reader

Tricks for Attention || Yan Pixie x GN Reader

Characters: Phinigain (Phin for short)

Summary: A small pixie just wants your attention, and he does so by being a nuisance.

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, pranks, violence

Your rose chafer pixie boyfriend just isn't built for the cold.

Then again, neither are you.

So, when you slip your hand into the box of disposable handwarmers you keep by the front door and find it empty, you are greatly perplexed.

You can make an educated guess of who might know where they went, though. And you haven't seen them since breakfast.

After a bit of searching, you open the linen closet, and look up to see the pixie mid-nap on top of the spare duvets, nestled in a pile of a few of the missing handwarmers in question.

They sit up and yawn, still too sleepy to be shocked.

"So that's where they've all gone." You observe.

"Sorry..." They squeak, finally realizing that they've been caught red handed and wobbily getting to their feet.

"Are you cold?" You worry, knowing your metabolisms are much different. "I turned up the heat…"

"Mmm… It's easy to cuddle up when you're at the desk, but I don't want to make you carry me around outside, and it's so hard to fly when it's cold..."

"You can't use those." You say in as firm a voice as you can muster, when they look this cute and sleepy.

"Are you mad?" The pixie asks mournfully.

"Of course not."

You hold out your hand for them, and they gently grace your palm with their tiny footsteps, still clutching one of the handwarmers to their chest.

"They're just so nice. …But the enchantment on them must be pretty weak. They don't last very long."

"That's because they're not magic. It's just an exothermic reaction. Charcoal, salt and… iron powder."

"Blegh." They grimace in disgust and immediately drop the pack they're holding like a hot potato when the word 'iron' leaves your mouth.

"I don't want you to get hurt if one of the packs get damaged and leaks. That's why you can't use them- I wouldn't mind, otherwise."

"Okay…" They sigh.

"You've given me an excellent idea, though. Perhaps we can get you something that's actually enchanted?"

"Ooooh! Yes, please!!"

"Let's look into that, then." You laugh, another idea sparking in your mind. "But in the meantime- can I interest you in some tea?"

"Don't you have to go do work?"

"Yes, eventually. But this is more pressing."

You bring them over to the kitchen table- normally you take tea together outside in the garden, but not when it's this cold- and go through the motions of heating up the kettle.

Though, this time, you grab a second mug, placing it next to your mug and their thimble.

"Expecting someone?" The little fairy quips, tilting their head at the addition from their seat on the wooden tabletop.

"Nope."

When the kettle whistles, your pour the boiling water over your usual teabag.

You also pour some into the empty second mug, but leave some head space. You add a bit of lukewarm water from the tap back in, testing the temperature with your fingertip and finding it just below scalding.

"Your bath is ready."

The pixie gasps dramatically in excitement, starry-eyed- then unceremoniously starts shedding their clothing, unable to get into the hot water fast enough for their liking.

They hop into the vessel and sink down into the hot water, letting out the most drawn out of pleasant sighs.

You leisurely sip your tea and scroll through listings for doll clothes that you can have enchanted. Your pixie, flushed and leaning with arms folded over ceramic rim, gives you their input as they sip from their thimble.

"Oh! Oh!! That one!" They point so animatedly that some water sloshes over the edge.

"You like it?" You hum into your tea. You can't help but notice it looks similar to something you'd pick for yourself.

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Head cannon

Themes: Fluff💖, Slight NSFW

(Warnings: ⚠️ Adult Content⚠️ Slight comments of intimacy, slight Penetration, Cock warming)

Monsters: Ball python Naga, Ice nymph, Gargoyle, pixie

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You’ve fallen extremely ill with the flu, your monster lover takes care of you.

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~Ball python Naga bio~

Height: 6 ft if standing upright, but including tail length then around 11 and a half ft long. (I feel like they would be on the more shorter length of naga’s, ball pythons are little cuties of snake breeds)

Physique: A slim body, barely any muscle

Shaft: Double shafts, Ridges decorating sides and underside. (I imagine both shafts being the same size)

Looks: Tan skin tone, brown honey eyes, dark brown hair, scale pattern: dark down base color with black outlines of the paler yellow spots

It was spring time season, as much you loved the warm sunny days, you hated how the weather was practically bipolar. One day overly warm and sunny and the next cloudy and cold weather. The odd changing weather causes you to get sick with the flu. A week earlier you and your naga lover planned to head to the lake to swim, sunbath and to have a picnic.

Though now the day of the date, you’re in bed shivering, your body achy feeling so tired that you’ve missed to hear the knocking from the front door. After ten minutes you hear your bedroom window opening . Looking up you see your naga lover his expression worried, “I was knocking” he spoke out softly as he slithered over to your form lying on your cozy bed. As you’re about to speak his hand caressed your cheek and he gasps out, “you’re hot, much warmer than your usual temperature”. With a soft mumble you speak, “I’m sick, I’m sorry but we’ll have to skip out date”

Your lover smiles softly shaking his head as he murmurs, “don’t be it’s ok, instead of the picnic I’ll just take care you here”. Your naga lover soon turns heading to your kitchen, preparing some things for you. After an hour your naga liver returns to you with a tray of noodle soup, water and medicine. Sitting up you smile softly taking the bowl of soup, the nourishing food giving you energy. Once you finish eating you take your medicine and drink the cup of water.

Laying back down on the bed your naga lover crawls into bed with you, scooping you to his chest. With a soft hum you snuggled closer to your lover his cool serpent tail coiling around your form. Although your lover was worried for your health he could help but relish in the heat of your body when you were sick. Did you feel like a soft warm sweater, no…..this was so much better.

Slightly losing himself you naga lover is snuggling into your neck inhaling deeply your lover’s slit opens revealing his erect length, once feeling the slight poking against your thigh, you look down and gasp. “Baby what are you……”. Your lover mumbles out a soft sorry as he kisses your neck gently as he then pleads, “I couldn’t help myself you’re just so warm……can I please be inside you”. With a soft snort you push down your shorts and underwear, enough for him to know you’re allowing him, he pulls both your shorts and underwear completely off.

In a swift motion your naga lover burrows both of his erections within you causing you to let out a gasp gently smacking his chest. Your naga lover only flicks his tongue out sighing, as he buries his face into your neck. You were so warm it felt like he was in heaven. As you bother snuggle closer, your lover also wrapping his cool tail around you, you both end up falling asleep.

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~Ice Nymphs Bio~

Height: 6’2

Physique: Slender with slightly longer looking limbs

Shaft: in looks very similar to a humans, has a piercing, long with average girth

Looks: slate blue skin tone, pearl white hair, glowing light blue eyes, slight glowing white freckles.

It was supposed to be a fun vacation a winter get away, time to relax and run away from the sickening hot weather from home, two amazing weeks of fresh days and cold nights at the Alaskan restore your staying with your Ice Nymph lover. Though of course your body had other ideas, on your second night of the trip you had gotten a fever groggily laying in bed your body burning while your ice nymph lover laid behind you hugging you, helping cool your hot temperature.

“I hate this, we were supposed to be out there having fun and here I am dying” you grumble out, causing your lover to chuckle softly kissing your temple, “your fever will go down with rest, my love” your lover murmurs out, “although with your body temperature being higher than normal, it feels amazing against me, I can feel just how warm your are”. Your ice nymph hated the heat but the only heat he ever adored, or more like obsessed over was your body heat.

The way your warm body would shiver from his cool touch, how he could feel you get hotter during intimate moments, he fucking loved it, and in this moment your body heat had his desire flaring up. Shifting to now laying on his back and you over him, you could feel his hardness press against you, “really, now” you mumble out, “I quite literally in the most unattractive state at the moment and your getting horny” your grumble.

Gently caressing your back your Ice nymph lover chuckles, “what you know how much I love your warmth and when your sick it get so much warmer”. “You’re unbelievable” your murmur out to you lover, “why don’t I help cool you down” your lover teases, with a soft smile you nod.

Both you and your ice nymph lover begin to undress preferably wanting to lay against each other skin to skin. Once completely naked your lover pull you back on top of him, laying against him you shiver slightly as you relax against his cool flesh, helping ease the heat. Tired from the effects of the fever you fall asleep on top of your ice nymph lover feeling the cool feeling of him gently entering you, causing you whine out softly. He softly coos his hands gently caressing your form as he stayed nestled sighing you, relishing in your heat. “Rest my love, you’ll get better soon”.

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~Gargoyle’s Bio~

Height: 7ft

Physique: Evenly Muscular, beefy

Shaft: top has 2 rows of bumps, as the bottom is ridged, with a couple veins. Thick and equally long

Looks: Black hair, light grey skin tone along with bat like wings, with golden slit eyes, gothic design cross back tattoo, snake bite piercing, short pointy ears with four sets of earnings.

The entire month was straight heat and sunny days, you were constantly sweaty or just hating the heat. You were over joyed when it began to rain for an entire week on and off, the rain being so refreshing, it felt like heaven, or so you thought. Until one day you woke up, feeling utterly miserable, your body feverish and aching. Your gargoyle lover was out at the moment buying you some chicken soup, some of your favorite snacks, and stocking up on some medicine for you. Once your gargoyle lover returns you sit up smiling weakly at him, your forehead slightly sweaty.

“My sweet angel how are you feeling” your gargoyle lover spoke out gently to you, the way he acted towards you was a big contrast towards how he is to others, you got his sweet gentle loving side, as others got the big intimidating gargoyle who could practically throw anyone with ease. Your lover hands you the bowl of soup, gently caressing your thigh, “eat up I’m going to prepare some snacks so we can watch a movie together”. You give your lover a hum of appreciation as you eat your soup.

Once you had eaten your soup, taken your medicine, you were cuddled up next to your gargoyle lover watching your favorite movie. Your lover kept on caressing you gently throughout the movie as you ate your snacks, growing sleepy due to the medicine the place the bowl of your snacks on the bedside table, turning to fully face your love, snuggling into his neck. Letting out a soft hum as you felt his big hands kneading at your thighs. “You sleepy my sweet angel” your lover coos out gently, with a soft nod, he gently sets you aside standing, he prepares a more relaxed environment for you to sleep.

Turning off the tv, closing the blackout curtains and setting the thermostat to a cooler temperature, your gargoyle lover returns to the bed with you, cuddling you. Giving you a sweet kiss to your forehead, he murmurs to you as his hand is resting on your ass to keep you secured against him, “sleep my angel”.

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~Pixie’s Bio~

Height: 7 inches tall, 5’7 when human

Physique: slender, though has slight visible abs

Shaft: same color as skin tone, tip slightly darker color, has 2 rows of bumps along the top which slightly glow (violet red) when erected. (When he takes a potion to become human size it’s 6inches)

Looks: light violet skin tone, violet hair, violet red freckles along face and body which glow slightly (can brighten or dull due to emotion), double pair of dragon fly like wings, and semi white glowing eyes.

As much you loved to garden, and wanted to surprise your pixie lover how much better your techniques and methods have gotten due to his teaching. Little did you imagine that the day would be unbelievable hot, but oh no that didn’t not stop you. You tended to your garden, planted new flowers, picked out the weeds. You were ecstatic for your pixie lover to see your improved garden. When your lover arrived, he would have be so overwhelming proud of you, but the sight of you sweaty, cheeks flushed and practically overly dehydrated, sent him in a frenzy.

Your pixie lover, flew closer to your face his little hands cupping your face gasping at how hot you were, your pixie lover spoke sternly, “What on earth are you doing”. With a weakened voice you respond, “I wanted to surprise you with my new garden, I used all the methods you taught me”. With his expression softening your lover kisses the tip of your nose, as he drops flew down to the ground he’s retrieving a vile from his bag. With a deep breath drinking the liquid, hearing the sound of his initial wince to bones slightly cracking, adjusting, growing, he now stood before you in his human size.

Without a moment later he swooped you up in his arms, taking you inside your cottage, heading straight to your bedroom. Once your pixie lover had undressed you from your gardening clothes and into just a shirt, he guided your form to lay down, “now you stay here, got it”. Leaving you in your bed your lover went to your kitchen beginning to cut up watermelon, making a jar of ice cold lemonade, and even getting a bowl of ice cream. Grabbing anything that could help fill you down.

of course my love!! <3 sorry it got so long ehe 👉👈

The pixies live in a pixie-specific dorm (which is basically a large birdhouse that Sheela and Huxley built) since they're all very close and tend to stick together as a pack. The ones you've met already are a group of six, but there's more pixies on campus if you know where to look. They aren't necessarily students, but aren't necessarily staff either; pixies tend to hole up wherever they fancy, and since they're quite rare and one of very few monster species that aren't governed by anyone but themselves, they're allowed to come and go as they please. Plus, they're considered to be good luck by most, so even their mischief is tolerated to a high degree since it's considered just part of their nature. They're usually pretty docile but since your arrival they've gotten.....more active than usual.

See, pixies have a long history with humans, but due to the current state of the monster-human world and the scarcity of the pixies themselves, they rarely if ever get to interact with humans like their ancestors did. It's one of the reasons that faeries, a sub-species of the pixie grouping, are so rare too nowadays--faeries are almost always born from a pixie-human union, so despite their long lifespans the race of faeries is slowly dying off. So the pixie girls on campus are eager to find ways to get close to you, partly because they're absolutely fascinated with humans...and partly because they'd like to recruit you, such a nice and pretty human, to make nice and pretty faerie babies that will revive their population! <3 Pixies are creatures of ecstasy though, and they can get easily distracted, so needless to say they might need a little time to get around to that while they're busy messing around with you and figuring out what you like. But lucky for you, pixie dust is a very potent aphrodisiac for humanoids--and lucky for them, they're small and sprightly enough to get under your clothes even while you're in the middle of class, just to give you a little pep boost for the day ♡

Chaos is a household curse and very well-known in myth, but very, very few have ever had the displeasure of meeting him in person and lived to tell about it. Chaos is one of the last and oldest titans known to both gods and man, imprisoned in The Pits in the deepest, darkest area of the Underworld for thousands upon thousands of years. Aside from being an immortal god whose actions are impossible to predict, Chaos was imprisoned for eternity for the crime of murdering the old gods who once ruled over the Holy and Unholy lands. Although many believe his treason was borne out of nothing more than a destructive, rageful urge and acted upon by impulse, scholars have uncovered many old tomes and ancient texts penned by godly scribes about Chaos' life as a free god; including the snatches of records that indicate that Chaos once had a lover and home he was wholly devoted to. Although the general public tends to prefer the simpler ideology of Chaos being an unpredictably evil god punished by the forces of good, it's been well-established in record that Chaos' story is much more...elaborate than that, and it roughly follows as such.

Part 2

The strawberries this time of year were ripe and ready; your steady hands picking them out one by one with care and consideration, putting them into your basket to have ready for you to sell on or eat yourself; the heavy golden sun casting down the back of you whilst you worked all day long.

You were in the soil for a while, used to the feel of the dirt flattened up into your skin, used to how your knees had gotten sore but you knew it would all be done for a day of hard work. Wiping at your sweaty brow, you marvelled at your work. Almost most of your basket was taken up with the fruit; so large in fact that you knew for a fact that they were ready and sweet.

You had sat back in the earth, gazing at the rose bush that sat not too far from you whilst you worked, humming to yourself as you took in the sun rays on your skin; the hat on top of your head luckily bringing in some shade.

male pixie fae x  witch non-binary reader300 wordssfw | love!!! so much

Taran is in love.

He knows it’s ill advised. He knows that it might never amount to anything. He’s a pixie, with a thorough knowledge of plants and helping them grow. He tends blooms in the spring and summer and leaves the realm of humans entirely in the late fall and winter. He’s detail oriented and isn’t easily swayed- or rather, he hasn’t been. He’s always been the first to wake, the first to coax blooms into opening, the first to spread his wings under cool Spring light- Until now.

Taran is in love with a human witch.

He cares little for power - it’s the passion that catches his attention. It’s the compassion that keeps him coming back, the continual cycle of kindness, the sweetness of their smile and the gentleness of their touch. He has to fly far out of his way to reach the cabin, to find their garden and hide amidst blossoms and vegetables, waiting to see a face that rivals the beauty of the earth, that rivals the heady warmth of the sun. 

Taran would willingly lay prone, would forego every day’s work, to claim a kiss from them, to sit on their shoulder or tangle himself in their hair- Taran loves so much that it hurts, that it’s all he can think about. He can’t wait for chance to put him in their path any longer - though he knows they’ve glimpsed him once or twice. He has to bolster his courage and speak to them. He has to seize the day and confess.If he didn’t, if their love was given to another, or they never spoke his name or acknowledged his presence, Taran thinks he might die from the pain of heartbreak.

Your rose chafer pixie boyfriend requires a lot of beauty sleep.

A pixie’s natural diet is almost completely composed of sugar. Because their metabolism is built on quick bursts of energy, pixies also need a lot of sleep to function.

Since you’ve been together, this takes the form of a long, leisurely midday nap on one of your shoulders while you work from home. (They seem to prefer your left.)

You don’t mind their presence during work. In fact, you’ve grown to enjoy it- the small patch of warmth and the vaguely candy, vaguely floral scent they emit. You don’t even mind the discarded scales of iridescent green and pink pixie dust now deeply and irrevocably embedded into the fibers of all your favorite sweaters. 

But occasionally, they do manage to distract you, either via stiff muscles from holding still for an extended time, or worse- by them threatening to slide off in their sleep.

It’s a grey, damp and chilly day today, because of the rain, but all of the sweaters you would normally grab are hung up from the laundry you did earlier. They’re unfortunately taking forever to dry inside of the cottage- also because of the rain.

So instead, you’ve grabbed the next best thing you have in your closet- a fluffy, oversized scarf to wrap around your shoulders.

Shortly after you sit down at your workspace and start typing, the sound of familiar, tiny wings meets your ears, followed by the soft thump of a landing, and then small boots pattering on the surface of your desk.

“Hmm…” They tilt their head as they look up at you, curious about the fabric swathed across their usual sleeping spot.

“Oh. Let me move this for you.” You say a bit absentmindedly, as you move the scarf to the side with one hand and continue tapping out a string of code with the other.

“No, wait…” They flit to the edge of their normal spot, then you feel the points of small palms and knees on you, then them rummaging about in the folds of the scarf.

“Hehe, this is perfect!” Their tiny voice gushes from within the cozy spot they’ve found. The vibrations of their voice and their small body moving tickles at your chest.

“Huh. You know, I suppose this is almost like a hammock for you, if you think about it.” You muse, gently patting the cloth-covered bundle at your sternum. “Why didn’t I think of that sooner?”

“Dunno. You think of everything.” They say, the drowsiness already setting into their voice.

You continue your work with a soft smile on your face, occasionally reaching up to gently give the sleeping pixie soft touches.

Your rose chafer pixie boyfriend may be smaller than the average cucurbit, but he certainly doesn't act like it.

Today, you're at the neighboring farm up the trail from your cottage. Spirit's Eve is coming up, so you've decided to find an appropriate pumpkin to carve into a jack-o'-lantern to ward the front of your cottage from mischief.

The pixie darts around in excitement from gourd to gourd, examining each for imperfections and quickly moving onto the next, while you trail behind, carefully stepping over vines and leaves and bumps in the dirt. Finally, they land next to the biggest pumpkin in sight.

"This one!" They knock on the fruit, their tiny knuckles barely making an audible tap on the thick rind of the fruit.

"That is a very robust specimen."

You begin to make the stooping movement to pick it up, but you're intercepted by the flash of color darting in front on you.

"No, wait!" They say, and then move out of sight behind it. "Allow me."

The pumpkin in question wobbles a bit, and then slowly appears to float into the air on it's own, right in front of your eyes. Fitting, given the time of year.

It's not being lifted by some spirit or spectre, of course.

Translucent beetle wings beat in a blur beneath it, almost sounding like the blades of a toy helicopter in their vigor. The pixie hovers aloft with the pumpkin up on their back, like atlas holding up the globe.

You smile in quiet admiration for a moment, then stick out your hands to take the weight off their back.

"You don't seem very impressed." They say,their tiny features a bit crestfallen.

"Oh, I'm quite impressed," The warmth bleeding into your cheeks is enough for you to know that to be true. "Just not surprised."

They gently lower the gourd between your outstretched hands.

"Ah, right." They snort and gracefully land on top the pumpkin to sit, hand holding onto the twisted stem for balance. "Bug scientist."

You hum a sheepish little affirmative laugh.

"Did you know that Onthophagus taurus can lift up to 1,141 times its own body weight?"

"Makes sense. Most of the beetles you keep are meatheads."

"I suppose you're an outlier then. Strong and clever."

You run your fingertip across their small cheek, making them squirm happily.

Soon, you're almost back to the booth at the entrance of the patch, where you can set the heavy pumpkin down on the counter, much to your relief.

How will you carry this for the entire trail home, when you already struggled with the behemoth on the short walk over?

"But we can't leave yet-" You feel a small tug on the sleeve of your sweater. "You haven't picked one!"

"I know, I'm just unsure…" You tap your bottom lip in thought. "Hmm…"

That's when you see a small, charmingly round pumpkin sitting alone in a slightly worn metal wagon, the last like it for sale.

"Oh, this is the perfect size for me!" You say, picking the petite specimen up, brain already working out how you'd intricately paint a scientific diagram of a beetle onto its surface.

…But which species? There certainly isn't a shortage of those…

You're pulled from your thoughts from the sound of the pixie's wings again, this time buzzing over to the wagon with their eyes lit up in glee.

"And this is the perfect size for me, hehe!" They grab the wagon's handle with both hands, and, to your actual surprise this time, pulls the whole thing over with gusto.

When the clerk finally comes back to the counter, you struggle to keep a straight face at their reaction.