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hey.haha. could you do either Axel or Ivor (mcsm) romantic hcs....
Axel/Reader
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Axel falls for you ridiculously fast. One minute, you’re just some random person Jesse wanted to introduce to him, and the next, he’s thinking about you while blowing up a wall in Boom Town, grinning like an absolute idiot. At first, he doesn’t even recognize it as a crush. He just knows he suddenly wants you around all the time. Then, one day, it hits him like a TNT blast going off in his brain. Oh. Oh no. He’s got it bad, and when Axel falls, he falls hard.
The first real interaction you two share lives in his head forever. He wore a stupid creeper mask and scared the daylights out of you and Jesse. What sticks with him the most, though, is what happened right after, the way you smacked him with a shovel and then laughed. That moment replays in his mind for days afterward. He keeps wondering what you thought of him, whether you found him annoying or funny, and he absolutely hates how much he suddenly cares about that answer.
Axel is a massive hugger. Built like an iron golem, he hugs like one big, bone-crushing squeeze that lifts you right off the ground. If he’s especially excited, he’ll spin you around without even thinking about it. But if you hug him first, he freezes for a second. There’s a small part of him that still expects people to shove him away. When he realizes you’re actually hugging him, his arms wrap around you slowly and carefully, like he’s holding something fragile. It’s a little funny considering you’re struggling to even reach around him because he’s so huge.
Physical affection is easily Axel’s biggest love language. He throws an arm around your shoulders when you’re walking together. pulls you into his side without thinking. leans his head against yours when he’s tired. and peppers your cheek with quick, dramatic side kisses included. Sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. One minute you’re walking beside him, and the next, you’re tucked comfortably under his arm like some priceless dungeon treasure he found and refuses to let go of. If anyone asks what he’s doing, he’ll just shrug and say, “Protecting my favorite person. Duh.”
He’s extremely protective of you, but not because he thinks you’re weak. Axel knows you can handle yourself just fine. Still, he enjoys looming ominously behind you as the intimidating member of the new Order of the Stone. You aren’t fooled. You know he’s a giant puppy at heart. But he will stand slightly in front of you if something feels dangerous, jump into a fight first without hesitation, and use his height to keep an eye on you in crowded places. Part of that protectiveness stems from what happened to Reuben. Another part comes from the nightmares he sometimes has where you leave for Beacon Town, and he comes home to an empty house. The guilt in those dreams wrecks him, so he becomes more careful than Magnus ever was.
Because of that, he actually prefers when you stay behind during the more dangerous adventures. It’s not because he doubts you. He knows you’re capable. But he’s already lost enough people in his life, and the thought of losing you too is something he can’t stand. Still, he supports you whenever you want to visit Jesse, Olivia, and the others. He just spends the whole time worrying about you anyway.
When Axel becomes part of the new Order of the Stone and the mayor of Boom Town, he ends up constantly busy. One day, you find him asleep right by the door, his neck bent at a terrible angle as he snores like a drowned zombie. You try waking him up, but nothing works. Eventually, you drag the entire three-block-tall wrecking machine to bed yourself. When he wakes up later, confused about how he got there, he’s ridiculously grateful.
Axel hypes you up like you’re the coolest person alive. If someone compliments your fighting skills, he nods proudly like he trained you himself. If someone doubts you, though? Immediately offended Axel noises. You are, without question, the greatest person in existence in his eyes, and he will absolutely argue that point.
Unfortunately, his flirting is terribly loud, clumsy, and painfully awkward.
“Hey, uh… are you a creeper? Because you make my heart explode!”
There’s usually a pause before he groans and rubs his face. “Okay… that sounded cooler in my head.” Half the time, he ends up laughing at himself halfway through the sentence, but somehow, it still works.
Axel loves to prank people, and you occasionally find yourself among his victims. However, he never pulls pranks that could genuinely scare or hurt you. It’s not because you’re sensitive. It's because he’s not foolish enough to start a prank war with the person who sleeps beside him every night. Instead, you experience harmless chaos, notepads that emit creeper sounds, your nice tools mysteriously replaced with stone ones, or a rabbit coated in dust to make it look like a silverfish from a distance. Olivia once punched him in the nose after he scared her with that last one, and you are sworn to absolute secrecy about that story.
One of Axel’s favorite things is showing you the creations he’s built. He gets this excited sparkle in his eyes when he drags you somewhere to reveal his latest project. If you say you like it, his entire face lights up as if he just discovered a chest full of enchanted diamonds. He constantly builds things for you. They aren’t always perfect, but they’re made with tremendous effort. Whether it’s a slightly lopsided statue of you, a cozy date spot outside of town, or a fireworks show he spent days planning, the real reason he brings you there is that he wants your opinion.
Sometimes, when you’re just hanging out, fireworks suddenly start going off overhead. When you ask why, he shrugs and says he thought you’d like them and also that he had way too much gunpowder lying around and needed to use it before making a bad decision.
Every now and then, Axel gets a little pouty if someone else seems cooler than him while you’re around. He’s not angry about it. He's just a bit dramatic. All it takes to cheer him up is a little reassurance. Telling him you love him lights him up like a redstone lamp.
If someone insults you, Axel immediately squares up. “Hey, not cool.” But if you handle the situation yourself, he backs off instantly, watching you with a proud look, as if he’s witnessing the most impressive thing ever. Yeah, that’s my partner.
Compliments completely short-circuit him. If you call him strong, he laughs it off. If you call him brave, he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. But if you casually refer to him as your hero, he falls silent. Axel spent so long feeling like a poor replacement for Magnus the Rogue that praise still feels strange to him. Magnus blew up cities, won trophies, and had fans, while Axel sees himself as just the loud guy who breaks things. So when you defend him or praise him, it hits much deeper than you realize.
When someone insults him, he usually shrugs it off. But if someone insults him and you defend him? He’s stunned. Axel absolutely melts when you take his hands. They’re huge, calloused, and dusty from building and breaking blocks all day, and when you hold them without hesitation, he stares at you as if you’re made of emerald.
Sometimes his insecurities hit hard. His shoulders slump, his voice becomes quieter, and his confidence disappears for a little while. In those moments, you lean against his arm like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The simple contact grounds him instantly. He learns to believe in your words slowly, not through one big moment, but through dozens of little ones. Every time you laugh at his silly jokes, every time you grab his arm in public, and every time you come back from an adventure and choose him again, he feels it.
Despite his loud and chaotic nature, Axel secretly loves the quiet moments with you the most. Late at night, after an adventure, the two of you might sit together watching the sunset over the plains. He’s softer then and quieter. Sometimes he just bumps his shoulder against yours.
“…Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“…I’m really glad you’re here.”
It's not the most vulnerable you've ever been with each other, but getting to say those words means the world to Axel.
Axel may be loud, impulsive, and a little chaotic, but when he loves someone, his love is steady, loyal, and unshakable. His love sparks joy, pulls you into warm, crushing hugs, and makes you feel like the most important thing in the entire blocky universe.
Hey!!! Can you do romantic Ivor x fem reader? Nothing specific in mind. I’m in a desperate need of Ivor content 🥹🥹🥹
Ivor/fem!Reader
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He absolutely writes about you in his journal. every thought, every observation, every tiny detail from the first moment he noticed you. He remembers the first time you spoke to him, the way you tilted your head while thinking, and the exact color of the sunset on the day he realized he liked you.
His journals are full of it. notes, potion formulas, portal sketches, and entire pages dedicated to you.
He wanted to ask you out for months, maybe even longer. But every time he rehearsed it in his mind, the words came out wrong. You’re bright, charming, and beautiful in a way that makes his brain short circuit. He always worried that you might laugh or think the idea was ridiculous.
So he kept quiet.
That’s why, when you show up at his door and ask him out instead, he nearly stops functioning.
“You're asking me? On a date?”
He just stares at you, mouth slightly open and distorted behind the potion of invisibility he was about to throw down at his feet.
He almost melts on the spot. Clearing his throat and straightening up like a man trying very hard to look composed, he manages, “I would… very much like that. Thank you!”
He blushes the entire evening.
Your first date is honestly adorable. He’s brilliant and confident when talking about potions, monsters, and the mysteries of the world, but when it comes to you, he’s a flustered mess. Sometimes he calls you by your first name, sometimes your last name, and sometimes just your name as if he’s testing how it feels on his tongue.
Pet names? Oh, he loves those. If you call him "love," "sweetheart," or "darling," he absolutely lights up. It makes him ridiculously happy. He forgets how to speak for a solid ten seconds.
Ivor thinks about you constantly. He’ll start brewing even though he's got a chest full of potions and halfway through realize he’s designed something specifically because he thought you might like it. a potion bottle with a pretty design, armor meant to make travel safer, or a strange little trinket he insists has “practical applications.” (tracking you)
He’s down horrendous for you. He’d hand you the world if you asked for it.
Honestly, some of the others notice. Jesse might find the whole thing amusing, while Petra absolutely teases him about it. But Ivor doesn’t even care. Not really.
He loves hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about. It doesn’t have to be building or mobs. Anything that makes your eyes light up is enough for him. He’s usually the talker, of course. Once he starts explaining something, he can go on for hours.
But he listens to you. Really listens.
Sometimes, he’ll just stare while you’re talking, completely distracted, and he’ll murmur, “Gorgeous,” without thinking.
You stop mid-sentence and ask, “What?”
His eyes widen immediately, realizing he said that out loud. “Well, I meant…”
You laugh, and he turns bright red.
Ivor can be smooth when he’s flirting, clever, and charming, even. But the moment you flirt back? He’s stuttering as he tries to recover.
Physically, he’s stronger than most people expect. The time he spent wandering the farlands and surviving strange dimensions definitely kept him in shape. He’s not insecure about his body. What he is insecure about, however, is his experience.
He’s researched a lot, possibly too much. He has entire notebooks filled with “information” about intimacy that you eventually had to gently close and tell him to calm down about. He’s very eager to make sure you’re comfortable, happy, and enjoying yourself.
Honestly, he focuses on your enjoyment more than his own a lot. If you're satisfied, he’s satisfied. Watching you enjoy yourself means everything to him. He’s enthusiastic, devoted, and sometimes almost begging to please you.
Whenever he goes on expeditions, he always brings you something back. a strange rock, a fossil, or a weird glowing mushroom. “I missed you,” he says, even if he was only gone for a few days.
He fixes things around your home without mentioning it, tightening doors, replacing burnt-out lanterns, and repairing little broken items before you even notice.
If someone questions your intelligence, he gets weirdly defensive. Suddenly, he’s explaining things twice as thoroughly because he wants everyone to understand just how brilliant you are.
If you wear glasses, he cleans them for you using the hem of his shirt.
He makes you dinner sometimes and then stands there awkwardly, waiting for you to take a sip.
When you say it’s good, he visibly relaxes.
He pauses in the middle of a long lecture with Jesse or Lukas (never Petra because she's his favorite and also she can kick his ass) just to smile at you like a complete fool.
If he’s close to a real discovery, he’ll ignore a broken bone without complaint. But if you get a paper cut, he reacts as if it’s a medical emergency.
He brushes his thumb over your lips before kissing you and always asks, “May I?” even when it’s obvious you’ll say yes.
Sometimes he just wants you two to read together. Eventually, the books tumble over because you get distracted.
He loves when you run your fingers through his hair. If you tug it during a kiss, he makes a soft sound that he pretends didn’t happen afterward.
You never interrupt when he rambles. He never interrupts you when you ramble.
He just watches your lips as you talk.
If you’re tired or tipsy, he helps you get changed.
When you stargaze together, he spends more time looking at you than the sky.
Before anything dangerous, he kisses you first for luck.
He would absolutely name a few worlds after you if he could or a newly discovered species.
He chews the ends of quills and occasionally gets bits of feather on his tongue. One time, he kissed you like that and was horrified when he realized afterward.
Once he figures out more old builder and admin technology, he sends you pictures constantly of bugs, moss, strange flowers, fossils, and weird mushrooms he finds outside.
“Careful, darling,” he says every time you touch something sharp.
When you say something unexpected, he blushes for hours but remembers the exact words for days.
When you sit together under blankets reading, he absentmindedly rubs your calf while he turns the pages.
Eventually, he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.
Sometimes he pulls you into his side while he’s working because it “saves space in the laboratory.” He wraps an arm around your waist whenever you start fidgeting.
The project may never get finished, but he’s perfectly content with that outcome.
Sometimes he murmurs your name in his sleep. He loves the way you smell after a long day. It's real comforting. He’ll bury his face in your neck and hum softly.
When he feels ashamed about something, he presses his forehead to your chest.
And if you correct him during an argument?
He flushes and mutters breathlessly, “Yes… yes, you’re right. You’re always right.”
He can either be right or he can be happy. He knows which one he's choosing.
He whispers “just one more” before every kiss.
Five kisses later, he still hasn’t let you go.
Later, he’ll pretend he was perfectly composed the entire time.
He constantly leans in to smell your hair, especially when you’ve just come in from the cold.
He kisses your temple before engaging in anything more intimate. He sometimes washes your hair for you in the bath and absolutely melts if you kiss his fingertips.
He looks for books he thinks you’ll like and gives them to you awkwardly, like it’s no big deal.
Then he sits there watching you read with an expression that should honestly be illegal.