SPN verse: Welcome to Tricky's (stripper!AU ficlets)

[the_diggler]

More headcanons from Feel Like Makin’ Love. Explicit. Multiple Pairings.

Title: What's Your Poison? {tumblr link}
Rating: Explicit
Pairings/Characters: So many. Dean/others, Victor/Dean&Sam, Elliot/everyone, Samandriel/everyone, Benny/Dean&Sam, Gabriel, Garth, Frank, Ion
Genre: AU, smut, crack
Warnings: exhibitionism and voyeurism, come play, bondage, spanking, food!kink, age difference, borderline wincest but that's not the intention.
Word Count: 445
Summary: Birthday shenanigans at Tricky's. (takes place before Feel Like Makin' Love)



At Tricky’s, birthday celebrants get special attention. Staff included. Gabriel likes to think that makes him a fun boss, but it’s also a great way to liven up the show every now and then.

For Dean’s birthday, a volunteer from the audience lets Gabriel pie him in the face, so Dean can eat it off him while fucking him.

On Victor’s birthday, Gabe lets him chain the Winchesters up and spank them ‘til they come.

Elliot does body shots off everyone until he’s so drunk he can barely walk.

But on Samandriel’s birthday, they lay the kid out on the bar and do body shots off him.

Even Frank isn’t excluded, though he pisses and moans the whole time he’s being forcibly dragged onstage. But he sits still long enough to let Samandriel give him a bit of a lapdance – long enough for all the dirty daddies in the crowd to enjoy it as well.

Garth on the other hand, gets so drunk, so fast, he practically leaps onto the stage. And instead of letting himself get the VIP treatment, he ends up subjecting them all to his own strip show, to the tune of Bell Biv Devoe’s Poison.

Sam is lame. He takes the night off to stay home and read. So Gabe punishes him the next night by making him dance to Asia’s Heat of the Moment. He knows how much Sam hates that song.

But Benny takes it like a trooper. Gabe knows Benny isn’t expecting it – that Benny’s somehow gotten it into his head that he’s exempt from the tradition already, since he’s been around so long. So the look on Benny’s face when Sam and Dean jump behind the bar at the end of the night is especially priceless.

“Don’t drop anything back there, Benny-boy,” Gabriel taunts through the microphone, smirking at him from the stage as the Winchesters drop to their knees.

Benny barely has time to glare back at him before the Winchesters begin sucking on his nuts, and his knees nearly buckle beneath him.

But he doesn’t let Gabe win. Somehow, he still manages to shuffle around the bar, taking orders and mixing drinks, and the Winchesters simply have to crawl around and follow him wherever he goes.

“This is a work safety hazard, you know,” Benny drawls when Gabe finally makes it to the bar.

“It’s your birthday! Fuck the regulations!” Gabe grins.

“Sure thing, boss,” Benny salutes. So he climbs up onto the bar, orders everyone to hold up their glasses, and shoots his load into their drinks.

~ fin

PS - Nobody knows when Ion’s birthday is. He erased the information from Gabriel’s files.

Title: Win/Win Situation {tumblr link}
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Gabriel, threesome (not really Wincest)
Genre: AU, smut
Warnings: exhibitionism and voyeurism, feminization (panty!kink)
Word Count: 247
Summary: Gabriel loses the prank war. (takes place before Feel Like Makin' Love)



Gabriel prides himself on having a good sense of humor. He’s been playing tricks on people long before he hired the Winchesters, and they brought their juvenile ‘prank war’ shenanigans to Tricky’s.

But when Dean Winchester interrupts his closing speech on the night of his birthday, appearing on stage wearing the full blonde wig, white dress, Marilyn Monroe getup, and singing Happy Birthday, Mr. President to boot – Gabriel thinks he’s lost the war. It’s no secret what drag does to him, and seeing Dean all dolled up like that… it’s one of the few times in Gabriel’s life that he’s rendered completely speechless, slack-jawed and instantly hard.

And then, while Gabriel’s stunned and vulnerable, Sam Winchester sneaks up on him from behind, pulling down his pants to fist his erection, making him moan like a little bitch in front of the entire audience.

But no, it doesn’t end there ladies and gentlemen, because then Sam pulls Gabriel down onto his fours, and makes Gabe take his 9-inch monster cock, while Dean lays himself out on the stage in front of them, pulling his pretty pink panties aside to play with himself.

“You win! You win!” Gabriel gasps, as Sam pounds into him with breath-stealing force.

It’s Gabriel’s own damn fault for joining in the Winchester’s prank wars to begin with.

But when Sam makes him come like a freight-train, all over Dean’s shiny blond wig and pretty pink lips, it sure feels like a win/win for everyone.

~ fin

Title: Warm Inside {tumblr link}
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Ezekiel, Sam/others
Genre: AU, smut, fluff
Warnings: exhibitionism and voyeurism, age difference
Word Count: 1056
Summary: When Gabriel hires Ezekiel as security for the club, everything starts to change. (takes place after Feel Like Makin' Love)



Sam loves de-virginizing cute little twinks on his monster cock. Loves it. They always squirm so nice around his dick, make the sweetest little whimpers and moans, and he loves being able to pick them up and wrap them around his waist, walk around and wear them like clingy little cock-warmers.

But Sam takes care of them as well. One of the reasons he always takes the inexperienced ones at Tricky’s is because he’s the only one with the patience to. He’s always generous with the lube, and he stretches and preps them so good, they end up begging for it. And he always knows just how fast or how slow, how soft or how hard to give it to them, as he whispers soothing encouragements in their ears.

It never takes them long to get over their fear of Sam’s size. Sam makes them love it. It’s hard to miss a prostate when you’re that big. And they always come so fast. Sam especially loves it when they’re all blissed out and loose-limbed afterwards, whimpering for him to come all over them.

But when Gabriel hires Ezekiel as security for the club, everything starts to change.

Ezekiel isn’t like most of the men that come in and out of the club, and Sam supposes that makes sense, since he’s a bouncer, not a customer. But there’s something about the way Ezekiel speaks, so thought-out and careful, and something in the way Ezekiel looks at him, that just gets under Sam’s skin and makes him feel warm inside.

Sam still takes the virgins, because he wouldn’t trust anyone else in the club with them. But at the end of the night, when they’re begging for him to come on them, what starts to get Sam off, is the thought that Ezekiel might be watching him, somewhere out there in the dark.

Then on Ezekiel’s birthday, Gabriel asks Sam to give him a lapdance. It’s pretty tame, as far as Gabe’s birthday gags go, but Zeke’s the new guy, and Gabe wants to ease him into their shenanigans slowly.

And yet for something so tame, Sam’s as nervous about it as he thinks he’d be facing the Bar exam. And maybe Gabriel knew he would be too, and that’s why he asked Sam to do it, as punishment for trying to get out of his own birthday gag, or something.

In any case, once Ezekiel’s seated on-stage, and Sam starts grinding up against him, Sam gets hard embarrassingly fast. And Ezekiel barely even touches him, always disciplined and respectful in a way Sam thinks goes deeper than his military training. But the way Ezekiel watches him… Sam feels it like a tangible touch on his skin, and he ends up coming embarrassingly fast as well.

Afterwards though, Ezekiel doesn’t let Sam return the favour, doesn’t let Sam touch him or rub up against him, even though Sam can see how hard he is. He simply thanks Sam, very politely, but not ungratefully, and returns to his post in the dark.

And that’s just not fair.

The next night, after he’s done making some barely-legal kid come on his cock, Sam doesn’t come all over him like he’s supposed to. He knows he just won’t be able to. So he drapes a towel around his waist, and makes his way towards the dressing room – right past Ezekiel’s normal post.

“Hey,” Sam smiles, stopping beside Ezekiel.

“Hello,” Ezekiel smiles back. “Having an early night?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Sam replies. “That kid finished so fast,” he chuckles.

“Mmm,” Ezekiel merely nods. Just like Sam expected him to. Ezekiel never engages in any conversation about what they actually do there, always so polite and inaccessible.

Sam takes a deep breath, and steps closer. “He finished so fast, and I’m still so hard, I could cut glass,” he murmurs, breath heavy against Ezekiel’s ear.

Ezekiel doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, but Sam sees his eyelids flutter, just a little. Just enough for Sam to know he’s made some kind of impact.

Sam grins, brushing past Ezekiel and heading for the dressing room. But on the way Sam slips the towel from his waist, drying himself off and giving Ezekiel an eye-full of his naked ass as he struts down the hall. And just before he rounds the corner out of sight, Sam throws the man an inviting wink over his shoulder.

He’s made his offer. Though for a long, tense, moment of waiting, Sam’s not sure it will be taken.

But then, he finally hears someone enter the empty dressing room, and it isn’t long before he feels a body, pressing hot and hard along his back. And when he looks up in the mirror he sees Ezekiel, already leaning over his shoulder to claim his lips.

He’s probably the only man Sam knows who is tall enough to do that. And the only man Sam knows who’s as hung too. If not bigger.

But Sam gets over any worries he might have about that, pretty damn quick, because Ezekiel stretches him out so careful, and so good, he ends up begging for it. And then Ezekiel gives it to him, right there, in front of the mirror, watching him squirm and moan in its reflection.

Ezekiel’s cock feels so right, big and deep inside him… It’s overwhelming. Sam’s vision blurs, tearing up with the effort of holding it all in, until all he sees is one fleshy, fucking, body, glowing in the dressing room lights.

That’s when Ezekiel turns him around, picks him up and wraps him around his waist like he weighs nothing, fucking him hard against the mirror, while whispering soft in his ear – “so warm… so beautiful…” – taking care of him for once, like he’s something precious and good.

Sam comes so fast. And afterwards, when Ezekiel sets him down on the dressing table to finish himself off, Sam’s so blissed out and loose-limbed he doesn’t even realize he’s whimpering, begging Ezekiel to “come on me! Please!”

Ezekiel gives him everything he wants, as well as things he didn’t even know he wanted. And even though Sam is dirty all over, he feels clean and new on the inside, and he just knows Ezekiel is going to find a way into his heart, and make a home there.

~ fin

That last one could’ve easily become a thing as well. But I'm holding out for a little more Ezekiel on the show first before I commit to ruining my life over it.