gay smutty(and fluffy) oneshots i wanna start writing actual books, but i don't know where to start, or what people will read, so i'll just do this for now! This will contain explicit sexual content, so if that bothers you, don't read. Thanks! Enjoy!!♥️♥️♥️

Why am I here? How long until we leave? Aiden, largely ignored and resented by his family because of his sexuality, never had any desire to go to a fancy restaurant for any reason, but has to be there for his mother's birthday. Sitting at a table full of family members, he feels lonely, until he and a mysterious and attractive man catch each other's eye. This man and Aiden make a kind of connection when they meet privately in the restaurant's restroom. Strange? Yes. Absolutely. But the man seems to care about Aiden, for some reason, and it leaves Aiden wondering Why does this man care?

During a spring vacation, Xander and a few friends all travel from the U.S of A to the city of lights, Paris. The group is amazed by the scenery and everything about the city. The group plans to stay in the city for some months, so they have plenty of time to see and do it all. A week after the Xander and his group arrive in the city, an impromptu boat ride along the Seine river makes for quite the vacation. When Xander meets Gero, an intersting French man, sparks fly and he immediately spices up his Paris vacation.

"They think because I wear heels, I won't break their kneecaps. Let them think" Omari LaRue: the kind of person who doesn't shout- they whisper, and the room listens. * * * * * In the heart of Atlanta's electric nightlife, Velvet Vice is more than just the city's most elite male strip club-it's the crown jewel of Omari LaRue's empire. Draped in silk, draped in sin, and running on secrets, the club is the perfect front for a sprawling underground operation no one dares cross. Omari LaRue is young, femme, and lethal-a non-binary person who built their kingdom from the concrete up, in heels and high fashion, with a pistol in one hand and power in the other. Trust is rare. Weakness is forbidden. And love? Love is a luxury he can't afford. Enter Elijah Cruz-a brooding ex-military dancer with scars he doesn't explain and a gaze that sees through everything. Hired on a whim and watched like a threat, Eli is magnetic, dangerous, and hiding something Omari can't quite name. What starts as an audition becomes an obsession. What starts as business spirals into something else. But in a world where loyalty is currency and betrayal is blood-deep, falling for the wrong person isn't just risky-it's fatal. And someone inside Velvet Vice is already playing both sides.

"𝘼𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙇𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙨." 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝. "𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙣." 𝙄 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝. "𝙉𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙣."𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚. "𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙬 '𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙣' 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙞."