BukiChanSweetBuns

Fem!Reader Watching Sanji cook always seemed like magic to you and you sat transfixed as his hands moved with an elegance and speed that surely wasn’t natural. The ingredients seem to fall apart before him with little more than a flick of his wrist before they were tossed into the steaming pan. You secretly wondered if those hands could make you fall apart as easily as they did the vegetables, and you felt yourself grow hot at the thought. You watched him peel an onion with dexterity and grace, the outer layers falling away one at a time to reveal the pale, smooth flesh beneath and you longed for him to the same to you. Humming conte

Do not take this seriously, this is just some good 'ol drabble crack I thought of. :dummy: Warning: Slight cuss words. ~~~~~~~~~~ Sleek, smooth, absolutely dashing. This Frenchman was ready to hunt for a fine, delicious piece of prey. Anyone who knew this young man knows exactly what that meant, sometimes scaring them. He was at one of his regular territories, a well-kept club to be exact, his cobalt blue orbs running over the crowd, searching for a delectable sweet treat. Oh, there were many beauties to choose from, but he wanted something new. He had been here so many times, he practically knew each dancing body heating up the room from

Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing! You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk. Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the