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You’ve made my day responding so fast!! I want something like, you’re Sam’s new girl after splitting with ginger and everything has his the fan and he’s worried you’re going to bail now that he’s out of the casino business but you’re in it for the long haul and move with him to California and start a life and now I’m rambling but something like that!! Throw in a baby surprise if you want! I’m just ecstatic you responded

thank you for your request lovely! 🥺 it’s a really short snippet as opposed to something longer but i hope you enjoy it even so!

SUMMARY: a bit of morning consolation to start ace’s day right <3

WARNINGS: none

ace had just lit his cigarette when you came into the kitchen that morning, sunlight pouring into the space like the sky had spilled its fresh glass of orange juice on the counter. you felt his shoulders as you passed by him, leaning in to meet his lips in a quick kiss between puffs.

“good morning, handsome,” you sigh, a soft joyfulness behind your voice. your hands immediately start working on a breakfast for yourself, something light. cornflakes, a glass of apple juice, some berries perhaps. ace still puffs at his cigarette behind you, not saying a word.

sometimes you wonder if, when he sits here like this all silent and mellowed out, he thinks about what this kitchen was like when she had still walked around it. kissed him good morning, served his bacon and eggs, answered his phone.

his eyes flicker to and away from you when you do sit across from him. you catch him after a few glances had gone by and tilt your head.

“what?”

“nothin’,” he replies quickly. “nothin’.”

“i know you. that look isn’t nothin’.”

he purses his lips and demolishes his stub in the ashtray between you. his eyes look so sad.

“you uh… you… you gonna go back to your mother’s?”

puzzled, you drop your spoon in what’s left of your tiny islands of milk and flakes. “no. why would i do that?”

a pitiful smile peeks out from beneath his long face. “‘cause i’m uh… i’m sort of a nobody now…”

you immediately reach your hand to cover his on the table, squeezing with a loving urgency. “that is completely ridiculous and you know it. i’m not here for the casinos, the money. i’m here for you, ace. i’m all yours.”

he flips his hand to lock it with yours, thumbing your knuckles with silent gratitude. he pauses for a long while, just admiring how perfectly your hand fits in his. then his eyes flick up to you again.

“will you… will you come to california with me?”

your face immediately alights at his request.

“baby, i’ll go anywhere… anywhere in the world if it means i’ll be with you.”

“i love you, darling,” he says with a sudden, genuine passion before meeting you across the island to kiss you deeply, “so, so much.”

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Celebrating Your College Graduation with My Favorite Mobsters...

A/N: In honor of my college graduation here are some headcanons about how I think my favorite mobsters would react! :)

Sam Rothstein:

Sam would be just so beyond proud of you! He couldn’t stop talking about what a big accomplishment this was and how proud of you he was. 

He would be bragging to everybody about how smart his girl is and how she did it all on her own. 

You would come walking into the casino to visit Sam one day and would have so many people stopping you to tell you congratulations on graduating because Sam made sure everyone knew. 

When your ceremony rolled around Sam would be sitting front row and center with your family watching you walk across the stage and get your diploma, a proud grin on his face as he watched you. 

As soon as it’s over and you find him and your family he’d wrap you up in a big hug and squeeze you tight, kissing you sweetly and telling you how proud he was of you. 

Of course, being Sam, he’d also present you with a big bouquet of pink roses and a card full of cash. 

He’d insist on throwing a big party to celebrate too with all your friends and family at the casino!

He’d be right there by your side all night, flirting with you and whispering in your ear that he was so glad not to have to share you with your assignments anymore. 

He’d even take some time off from work to spend a few days with you after your graduation for uninterrupted one on one time. 

He’d be so proud of you and so excited to celebrate you and your big accomplishment. 

Michael Corleone: 

Michael is not a man of many words but he would have the proudest grin when you graduated college. 

He’d wrap his arms around you and kiss you sweetly, stroking your cheek and telling you how incredibly proud he was of his smart girl. 

He takes you over to the Corleone family house for a big dinner with his parents and siblings to celebrate. 

As soon as you arrive Sonny sweeps you up in a hug so big your eyes almost pop out until Michael has to tell him not to break you. 

Fredo and Connie give you softer, warm hugs after that and Vito kisses you on the cheek in congratulations. 

Carmella makes your favorite meal for dinner and if you drink wine then they’d have your favorite wine as well. 

And if you tried to say they didn’t have to go through the trouble Carmella would give you a scolding look and remind you that you’re family and they all want to celebrate your accomplishment. 

And of course after dinner there’s cake and you’re presented with several graduation cards before Michael takes you back home to have you all to himself. 

He says he can’t wait to have your complete, undivided attention without your studying and assignments pulling you away. 

You jokingly tell him “That goes both ways, Mr. Corleone”

When you get home you and Michael spend the rest of the night together, cozy at home and he can’t stop reminding you how proud he is of you and how much he loves you. 

Jimmy Conway:

The second you announce you graduated Jimmy sweeps you up in his arms and spins you around. 

He’s so excited and proud of you, he almost acts more excited than you that you’ve graduated. 

He’s there front row and center at your graduation ceremony, cheering at the top of his lungs when your name gets called. 

After the ceremony he finds you in the crowd of people and squeezes you tight, kissing you a little too hard for a public place but everyone is too busy with their own families to pay you two much attention. 

He brings you flowers and slips a diamond bracelet on your wrist telling you how proud he is of his smart girl and how much he loves you. 

You’d probably end up having a little party with Henry, Karen, Tommy, Paulie, and the rest of the usual crowd at Paulie’s. 

Henry and Tommy both give you a kiss on the cheek and everyone gives you big hugs, telling you congratulations. 

Jimmy spends the entire night by your side with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, grinning happily and bragging about you and how smart he thinks you are. 

Vito Corleone: 

Vito would smile at you warmly and tell you that he knew you could do it. 

Vito is by no means nonchalant about the whole thing but he does make sure you know he never doubted you for a second. 

The two of you would celebrate with a very cozy and intimate dinner for two at home. 

He’d make you a delicious dinner and the two of you would talk about your plans now that you were done with school. 

Even if those plans were simply to get some extra sleep and to spend more time together that wasn’t interrupted by a need to study. 

Vito would tell everyone he could about you graduating and how smart you are to have finished school. 

Not in a bragging way of course but he still couldn’t keep the small, proud grin off his face when he spoke about it, squeezing your hand tightly.

Bonus!Max Cady: 

My, my, oh my Max would be so proud of his baby girl. 

He wouldn’t miss your graduation for the world. He’d be right there, cheering louder than anyone else in the crowd when your name was called trying to make you blush. 

Having been illiterate for most of his life, Max highly values education and thinks it’s amazing that you got your degree. 

Anything you want to do to celebrate he would gladly do to make you happy and help you mark the occasion. 

But of course after the ceremony was over he’d take you to the favorite ice cream shop for both of you, just the two of you. 

And afterwards when he gets you home he’d show you EXACTLY how proud he is of you and how much he loves you.

He couldn’t wait to have you all to himself after you were done with school. 

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[ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs ] playing house ❛ sam rothstein

fandom: robert de niro / casino featuring: sam “ace” rothstein x nanny!reader rating: sfw, but it’ll give you baby fever, also there’s a lot of fuck Ginger vibes in this too :) summary: in the midst of a not-so secret affair with his daughter’s nanny, sam begins to reevaluate the choices he’s made when his picture perfect family is right before his eyes. attention: do not repost my works or claim them as yours. feedback and reblogs are essential to me, so please consider letting me know what you think!

home.

the word has never meant much to you, but you hoped one day it might. one day, when you thought of the word home, you’d think of what your own should be. a quaint, little place on the edge of town, maybe in a suburban neighborhood with an excellent school program. of course, you would need one for the little ones. what would a home be without children? two or three, you wanted boys. maybe a dog, too. a friendly lab mix. and then, there was the husband- you used to daydream about what he would be like: handsome and kind, with a gentle touch and a respectable, middle class career. it didn’t seem like too much to ask, to have a normal life. if anything, you’d much prefer to live a humble life; it was what you knew, what you grew up with.

you never thought your home would be Sam Rothstein’s house.

expensive and gaudy, every aspect down to the structure of the building conflicted with your idea of what a home should be and the type you’d grown up in, and perhaps it was because of your upbringing, or maybe it was because, for the first couple of months, you were simply a guest. you were an employee of the Rothstein family, someone that took care of the baby and the house while Sam was at work, and Ginger… well, while Ginger did what she did best: drink.

at first, everything was normal (aside from the constant tension that surrounded the jaded couple), and you were content to stay in the guest room, take care of baby Amy, cook, clean, and get paid handsomely each week for it. considering yourself one of the lucky ones, you remember how tough a city Vegas is. you were grateful that you made enough to cover student loans without finding more sordid ways to supplement your income.

besides, Sam Rothstein was a kind man, no matter what the media wanted the public to believe, or what his wife would mutter beneath her breath as she pushed past you in the kitchen. you admired him quite a bit from the start, how put together he always was. plus, you couldn’t help but notice how easy on the eyes he was, or how nice he always smelled, aside from the lingering tobacco odor. he smelled lavish, which would’ve been a surprise to no one, but you caught notes of warmth within the cologne he wore. little things, like cedar, that gave him the illusion of smelling the way you’d expect hellfire to smell. alluring, addictive.

one could say that you even developed a sort of crush on the married man, on your employer, over the duration of your stay; such things were only bound to happen when you spend every day with the same person, especially when that person was someone like Sam. was it not normal to look up to someone much older, who seemed so put together? after all, you recall crushing on your AP English teacher in senior year. it must be the same, right?

that’s all that it was, a harmless crush. you’d never do a thing to jeopardize his marriage, his image, or (god forbid) his career.

however, you weren’t the one that flipped that switch. he was, the night he kissed you for the first time by the pool.

since then, to say you were simply employed by the Rothsteins would be a joke. you no longer slept in the guest bedroom, but occupied the side of Sam’s bed meant for his beloved. of course, Ginger had grown so bitter, so tired of the marriage, that she hardly cared. most nights she passed out on the couch, and you would clean up the vomit and spilled vodka from the carpet beside her in the morning. of course, you’d have to hear all about how you were fucking her husband when she was hungover; she hated you for many things. your youth, your kind nature, and maybe she even hated the way that Sam looked at you- like you were the brightest star in the sky. these were the little things, but mostly? mostly, Ginger hated the idea of you stealing her meal ticket from her. the only thing Ginger cared about, the only thing you weren’t allowed to touch, was Sam’s precious money. have him six ways from Sunday, but leave his wallet untapped. she wanted his wealth all to herself, but you didn’t care. you didn’t love the man for what was in his wallet. you loved him for what was in his heart.

this night is much like any other in the Rothstein house, quiet as soon as Sam had come in from the casino. Ginger was passed out drunk in a loveseat near the kitchen. Baby Amy had been put to bed (by you, of course), much earlier. Sam woke you up, of course, by leaving kisses that linger about your neck and shoulders, and then made love to you. soon after, the two of you had fallen asleep.

it was Amy’s crying from down the hall that woke you. your eyelids flutter, albeit reluctant, and you’re already reaching to pry Sam’s arms from around your naked midriff before they even open completely. he’s an easy one to slip away from when he sleeps- although he’s not a heavy sleeper in any sense, his work at the casino exhausted him. shivering, you reach for his button up shirt, tossed carelessly in a puddle of fabric on the floor. Sam always said you could wear Ginger’s nighties, but that seemed strange to you. you already had her husband, and yet wearing her clothes seemed to be going too far.

besides, you preferred his scent that clings to the shirt, and you practically nuzzle it before slipping your arms through and pulling it around you. Amy is relentless in her screaming, so much so that you practically jog down the hall to the nursery. you weren’t too worried about it waking Ginger, but Sam would certainly stir. flipping on the light, you find her, all of a year and a half, gripping the bars of her crib, squalling. “Oh!” you exclaim, raspy as you cross the room to take the toddler in your arms. “What’s the matter, mm? What’s all this?” cooing, you wipe at her tears with one hand, while the other holds her close to your torso. she seemed okay, she didn’t need to be changed, and you could tell by the crying that she wasn’t hungry. “Did you have a bad dream?” you whisper, bouncing on your heels as you pace the length of the room with her, alternating between gentle shushing and rocking her back and forth in your arms. she was beginning to quieten down, little nose and cheeks the color of tomatoes and wet. “It’s okay, honey,” you press a loving kiss to her temple. “I’m right here. I’ve got you. You’re okay, you’re okay. Let’s not wake daddy, yeah?”

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Sam Rothstein was not a heavy sleeper. even for as hard as he worked at the Tangiers, his slumber was easily disrupted, especially by the sound of his daughter crying. hazy, he reaches out to pat you on your side of the bed, mumbling your name, only to find his palm presses flush against an empty mattress. his lids part moments later, to see you’ve already slipped away. chuckling to himself, he rubs the fleeting warmth from your body against the sheets. “Good girl.” he croaks, pushing the sheets from his naked figure to stand up.

working all day and most of the night didn’t leave much time for the two of you to spend time together, and so stolen moments such as the one that presents itself, an instance of reprieve from the chaos that was Sam Rothstein’s life, he cherished these.

moments later, clad in little more than a robe, he nearly reaches for his cigarettes on the way out the bedroom, but thinks better of it. you were stern about limiting the exposure to smoke that Amy had, and he knew you were right. later, he assures the plastic pack on the dresser near the door.

halfway through his trek down the hall, he catches a glimpse of his wife on the couch. pure disdain paints his countenance, looking over the mess of a visage. this, at one time, was the woman he thought he loved with all of his heart. now, she was sloppy drunk and unconscious with makeup smeared over her face while another woman cares for her child. a disgrace, through and through. the muffled sound of Amy sobbing had died down drastically, and it’s only when he pushes the door open that it ceases completely.

“-Let’s not wake daddy, yeah?”

his lips etch upwards, running thick digits through unruly and graying tendrils. “Consider daddy woken up.” he murmurs, playful, but he’s lost in the picture painted before him.

you were almost a dream that his lonely heart had created to stitch the wounds that Ginger left. someone kind and warm, that held his daughter like she was yours, and wore his clothes as if to exclaim that you were his. that was the beauty of it, you were his.

leaning against the doorframe, he stares at you. even in the dim room, lit only by the nightlight near Amy’s crib, you still somehow managed to shine so brightly it nearly hurt his eyes. an angel’s glow, he had to guess, for he had never seen it before, and knew he’d never see it again.

his mind, even though it shouldn’t, wanders again to the woman on the couch. she was a stranger to him, in a way. he hadn’t known her before he up and married her; maybe that was wrong?

no, because he did have one thing to show for it. one shred of happiness that Ginger had given him, and she was safe in your arms. in the arms of the woman that should’ve been her mother, if only he had held out a little while longer, if only he hadn’t married Ginger, perhaps things would be different now. you’d be wearing a wedding band, and pregnant with your second child, and Sam would have the only thing he’d ever really wanted: a family.

somehow, envisioning you carrying his child was much more tender than when Ginger was pregnant with Amy. he wanted to rest his palm against your belly, and feel his kid kick, yearned to read all of those silly pregnancy books with you and practice breathing exercises. Sam wanted to lie awake at night with you and talk for hours about what the new baby should be named, and he wanted to hear its heartbeat in sync with yours, the woman he really loved.

you spin around, looking up at him with an apologetic pout. “It’s okay, you should go back to sleep. She’s almost-“ Amy’s little hands reach for her father, and he’s quick to approach the two of you. “Uh oh! Who’s that, huh?” you whisper, the smile on your lips both beautiful and contagious to him; he takes a few more moments to admire it. “Is that daddy?”

Sam chuckles, petting Amy’s head to push her sparse bangs back from her forehead before kissing it. “Hey beautiful Princess. Did you miss daddy today?”

Amy exclaims with a babble and a frantic wave of her hands. she was still young, and though you’ve been working on teaching her short words, she was still much too expressive to use them. “That means yes,” you giggle, bouncing her playfully.

“Mhm, and what about you, baby?” Sam’s palm seeks the small of your back, pressing against it to urge your body closer to him, to which you give in, shifting to hold Amy with one arm, and press your free hand against his broad chest. your digits dip into the robe to caress the patch of dark hair found there. “Did you miss daddy?”

giggling once more, your eyelashes fan his cheeks as you lean closer and bat them- god, you were so breathtaking, more precious than any diamond in the world, that his heart skips a beat every time his eyes meet yours. “Hmm…” you hum, your hand fleeing to cup the nape of his neck and drag him in for a loving kiss.

the way your tiers fit against his almost seems like fate, as if they were made for each other. two pieces of the same puzzle.

they say that when you kiss your soulmate, you see fireworks. kissing you was so much different for Sam, who swore that, when his mouth was caressed by yours, he could see the entire galaxy, every star in the sky and beyond. he felt as though he owned them all- king of the universe, because his whole universe was right here. it was you.

breaking the kiss, his couplet moves against yours, umber hues searching the art canvas that was your countenance. “Is that a yes, too?” he taunts, digits against your back digging into the stiff fabric of his shirt to keep you close to him.

there was a voice in the back of his head in this moment, telling him that he was right where he needed to be. the only thing left to do was see a band on your finger, but such a thing would come in time.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, pupils dilated as shadows dance across your features. Amy was content against your chest, but she fiddles with the sleeve of his robe; she must like the softness of the fabric. “You might just have to kiss me again and find out, Ace.”

“I’d kiss you every day for a lifetime and more.” he confesses, pecking your lips. “Just ask me to.”

“Kiss me every day for a lifetime, Sam Rothstein.”

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Ace of Hearts

Sam “Ace” Rothstein x Reader

Hi guys! Corny title, I KNOW, but I’m so incredibly happy to finally be posting this. I’ve been working on it since December, and it’s probably the longest thing I’ll ever write! Just to give you a quick rundown: it’s based off of Casino so you’ll see some familiar events and verbiage, but it’s told out of order to fit what I wanted and there’s a new character (Miss y/n). I have worked so so hard on this, so I hope you all love it! Thank you so much!

TW: smut, anything in Casino that triggers you may be in here, violence, injury, drinking, smoking, drugs, death, threats, cheating/affair, divorce, cursing, etc.

Word Count: 17.9k

"(Y/N)! Good evening, it's nice to see you, hun," Sam says, wrapping his arms around your waist for a hug and giving you a kiss on the cheek, "Looking beautiful as always." You place a hand on his chest, taking in the scent of his cologne; he always smelled good and expensive.

You are at Sam's casino, The Tangiers; he had invited you for dinner, like he does regularly. You and Sam are good friends; you met through Billy, the casino manager, and so Sam invites you to dinner there quite often. When it came to the casino, he was quite the social butterfly: always wanting to show the casino off to people and being extremely hospitable so that word-of-mouth would travel and bring new people in.

"Thank you, Sam, how have you been since I last saw you?" Most people call him Ace, but he had introduced himself you as Sam, for some reason, so it just stuck.

"Really good, actually, I have some news for you," you had become a person that Sam likes to confide in; he trusts you, and he says it's nice to get a woman's perspective.

"And what is that?" you ask with a smile as you head towards your usual table.

"I'm dating someone," he says with a grin, trying not to be too proud of himself.

"Sam! Really? You found a girl?!" you stop, taking his hand, waiting for details.

"Yeah, we just got together a few weeks ago. She's... Well, she's like me, I guess," you both start walking towards the table again, "She's driven and she's got a big presence when she walks in a room. And she's just got this spark; I don't know what it is about her."

"Ah, he must be going on about Ginger," Billy says as you walk up to where he's seated, waiting on you, "yeah, he was starstruck the moment he laid eyes on her."

"She'll be here soon; I'd like you to meet her," Sam says to you. Despite being a very confident man, there were certain people he likes to get approval from; you feel honored to be one of those people.

So, you take your seats at the table, and as promised, Ginger is there only a little while later. You can tell it's her; she is exactly the way Sam described her. Her tall, blonde figure really captures everyone's attention, especially Sam's.

"Hey, gorgeous," Sam greets her, motioning for her to slide into the booth next you him.

"Hi, Sam," she hands him her clutch purse and sits down, giving him a peck on the lips. He goes around and introduces her to everyone at the table including you. She seems like she has a great personality and excellent people skills, but you couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she called him Sam too. You thought you were the only one, but it makes sense considering she is his girlfriend.

After everyone is settled in and food orders placed, Ginger leans forward so she can see past Sam to talk to you. "(Y/N)?" she says kind of quietly.

"Oh, hey!" you reply casually.

"I just wanted to say," she starts, "Sam talks about you a lot; it's nice to finally meet you, and I hope we can be friends. There aren't a lot girls in this business," she says with a bit of a chuckle at the end.

At that moment you both realize Sam is listening in on your conversation.

"Oh, well, thank you, Ginger. Any girl good enough for Sam must be really spectacular; he's a picky man!"

He puts his arm around her, "Spectacular is a good word to describe her." He takes your hand in one of his for just a moment, squeezing lightly and giving you a happy look, proud that you and her are getting along.

• • •

Over the next few months, you see Sam fall madly in love with Ginger. She couldn't deny that he was a very sweet man who gave her respect and anything should could ever ask for, but you could tell she never reciprocated those feelings as much as Sam. You get the feeling that she loved what he could do for her more than the man he was, but then again, maybe she's just slow to fall in love and you're being overprotective of your friend.

You trust Sam and know that even though he's in love, he'll maintain a level head. He treats everything like a business transaction.

As it turns out, that's exactly how he handles their engagement from what he tells you. You had stopped in for a visit at the casino, so he is sitting with you and catching up before he heads back out to the floor.

"Yeah, I told her that I know her feelings haven't developed as quickly as mine, but that if she lets me marry her, she'll be taken care of for the rest of her life, and she won't have to hustle the streets anymore. The love will come, I know it will," Sam explains to you, although it seemed like that last part was for him.

"And she said yes?" you ask.

"Yes. She said yes. She even agreed to have a baby with me." You'd never seen such a happy look in his eyes; Sam had always wanted a family, and it took a long time, but it's finally happening for him.

While this worried you a bit, you press on, "So, when's the wedding?!" you try to joke.

"Oh, well, uh... In a year at least. We want to have the baby first; it was part of our deal."

"What? Sam," you try to make sense of what he just told you, "you don't find it a little odd that you had to negotiate your own engagement, and that you can't trust her to have a baby with you 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 you're married?"

"I mean, it's unconventional, but that's just Vegas."

"No, love is love, no matter what city you're in. You deserve someone who will love you and respect you as much as you love and respect them. Not many people see it, but you have such a big heart, Sam; don't let someone take advantage of it," you place your hands on his, and his eyes glance up at you. You both share a knowing look. As much as Sam respects your opinion, nothing will stop him once he wants something, and he wants Ginger: her trust, her respect, and her love.

You see Sam and Ginger several times throughout their pregnancy, and honestly, they couldn't be happier. Sam is going to have the baby he always wanted, and Ginger is getting all the attention in the world for carrying Sam Rothstein's child. You think maybe this will solve all their problems.

• • •

Just a few months after the baby was born, you received an invitation to their wedding. You had been by their apartment a few weeks prior to visit and meet the baby, and gosh, she was so cute. Sam lit up when he held her; he was so proud of his baby girl, Amy. But Sam hadn't mentioned anything about a wedding happening so soon, although they do have the money to make one happen quickly.

The wedding is very nice, although it's more of a party than a wedding. Ginger is a socialite, so it only makes sense that there would be more attention on the reception than the ceremony.

You go sit with Nicky and his wife Jennifer so that you can hold the baby, while Sam and Ginger cut the cake and share champage. This is supposed to be a happy moment for them, but you can tell something is off. Maybe it's because they don't have baby fever anymore; parenting is not easy, so that's what you chalk it up to.

As you're making faces getting the baby to giggle, you see Sam sneak off into a back room, presumably looking for Ginger. You continue to entertain their baby while you wait for him to come back; you hadn't really gotten a chance to see him all night, and you want to show your support and congratulate him.

As you chat with Nicky, you see Ginger and Sam return from wherever they had gone; only problem is, they went two different directions and Ginger had clearly been crying. That's not normal behavior for newly weds. Nicky takes notice as well and says, "Eh, uh, why don't you go check on him? I'll take the baby."

And so, you hand him Sam's little bundle of joy, and make your way across the ballroom to your friend. He had been pulled into a conversation that he clearly didn't want to be having, so you tap him on the shoulder and excuse him from the group of people. He puts his hand around your waist as you walk off.

"Dance with me," you say simply, and he happily agrees. You knew you'd be able to talk privately because you'd be so close to him on the dancefloor, and it wouldn't look suspicious like if you swept him away to a different room.

"Trouble in paradise already?" you ask him, "You two have been so happy the past few months, what's going on?"

"Well, I guess maybe she realized this is the end of the road, and that I'm the one she'll be stuck with the rest of her life... Whatever the reason, she felt the need to call her pimp, Lester Diamond," he explains, pursing his lips at the end; he was really frustrated and trying not to show it.

"What did she call him for? She doesn't still love him or something, does she?"

"She says she called him to let him know it was over and that she's married now. He was her first love, and the only thing in this whole world she's got a soft spot for."

"Oh, Sam... You don't deserve that; you don't deserve someone that's holding onto their baggage with someone else."

"Well then maybe I should've married someone like you," he says with a small laugh and a look of longing in his eyes. He pulls you even closer to him, and you hold him a bit tighter in an effort to comfort him.

"You shouldn't say things like that on your wedding day," you say quietly next to his ear.

"But it's true. You've got the looks, the personality, a great heart, but for some reason, I only want Ginger, or at least for a while I did." With that, he stares into your eyes for a little while, before kissing you on your jawline and neck a few times.

After a pause, you say, "Well, I hope that was the last time she calls him. You deserve nothing but the best, but I know how much you love her, so I hope you two will find happiness with one other." You decide not to say anything about the way he implied that he wanted to be with you or the way he just kissed you; maybe that would make it worse. That probably isn't how he really feels; he's probably just speaking from a place of being hurt by Ginger. You stop dancing and hug him, "Congratulations on your big day, it was beautiful and glamorous in way that only Sam Rothstein could do."

You both share a laugh and hopeful smiles. His hand finds yours as you start to walk away, and he gives it a squeeze before letting his arm drop to his side.

"Everything okay?" Nicky asks when you get back to the table.

"Yeah, everything's gonna be fine," there wasn't much point in explaining it to him, he had a thing for Ginger, so he would make excuses for her. Plus it wasn't your news to share, Sam trusted that you would keep his secrets, because that's how you'd always been.

You grabbed your things to leave, and you shot one quick glance back at Sam before heading out. He was hugging Ginger, trying to comfort her; that didn't stop the nasty look she gave you when she saw you looking at her man. "Sadly, he belongs to her now," you think as you take in the cool night air outside the wedding chapel, "legally, at least."

• • •

The next several months of their marriage only take a turn for the worse. The issue isn't that they don't understand each other, it's that they're exactly alike: both strong-minded with the will to get what they want. The issue is that the things they want don't align with the other person's goals. Sam wants a successful casino and to have Ginger's love, but Ginger is someone who can't be tamed; she wants money wherever she can get it, and she wants to be the center of attention.

The thing that works on Sam's nerves more than anything is that Ginger just refused to cut ties with Lester Diamond.

"She just keeps- she- she asked me for all this money, and she won't tell me what it's for," Sam is fuming as he vents to you about his wife, "She knows I would give her anything she wants of she'll just tell me what it's for. She won't be honest with me, and that's how I know she's up to no good."

"What do you think the money is for?" you ask, placing your hand on his. He had come over to your house just to visit and have a few drinks. This has become a regular thing since he married Ginger; he relies on your company and your advice.

"Mmm, it's just a suspicion, but I think it might be for that pimp." He rubs his thumb across the back of your hand as he held it.

"I thought she ended things with him, but I wouldn't put it past her to go behind your back. I'm sorry that you can't trust your own wife; I know you value that so much."

"Well, I'm at least glad to know that someone in this world still has values like me. In a town like Las Vegas, everyone is so cutthroat. Sometimes I think you and Billy are the only ones left with a moral compass."

"You have one too, Sam, and a good heart," you pull him towards you, and he lies across the couch to place his head in your lap. He is only casual like this with a few people, but he finds it fun to kick back and relax with you. He looks up at you while you gently comb your fingers though his hair; eventually it will work the gel out of his hair, but you like it when he let his waves hang loose. "What are you gonna do about her giving Lester that money?"

"Hm, I don't know yet," he answers with raised eyebrows and a shoulder shrug.

"What if you let her have the money?"

"So she can give it to that scumbag?"

"Listen, honey," you chuckle at him, "what if you let her have the money, knowing she's going to give it to Lester, but you and Nicky's guys show up with her. Put him in his place, rough him up, that way he won't come begging on her doorstep again. AND she'll see what happens if she tries to give him your money again."

A surprised look appears on his face, "Damn, baby, you been hanging out with Nicky, taking some notes from him? It almost sounds like you hate my wife or something!" You both laugh together.

Your laughter dies off, and you look down at his face in your lap, "I hate the way she treats you." It's the simple truth; he deserves better.

• • •

A few weeks later, you're at a pool party at Billy's place. Las Vegas summers are hot, so pools are basically a requirement out here.

Normally, Sam brought Ginger to these kinds of things; that's just what you were supposed to do, but you had convinced him to come by himself. At first the thought made him uncomfortable, because he knew it would cause another argument at home, but he also just wanted to get away for a while. And so, he left Ginger with a stack of cash, told her to go shopping, and came over to Billy's.

You don't notice Sam when he first arrives; you're in the pool taking to some of Billy's business associates, some you had met before, some you hadn't. One of these guys has made himself really comfortable with you: grabbing at your hips and trying to keep you close to him. You're used to men like this putting their hands on you, and it's normally very casual, but this guy is being more aggressive than you are used to.

He's putting his arms around you and pulling you really close to his chest. You use your arms as a barrier between you and him; it's really more awkward than anything.

"Excuse me?"

You look over your shoulder to see Sam standing at the edge of the pool.

"Yeah?" the guy asks, adjusting his arm around you once again.

"Would you mind if the lady came with me?" Sam asked, pouring on the charm.

"She's fine here."

"Looks like she'd rather be with me" Sam says giving you a coy look.

The guy look at you, then back at Sam, "And who the fuck are you?" he replies, rudely.

"Someone you don't want to piss off." Sam takes your hand, and you free yourself from this other man. Sam helps you out of the pool and snags a towel for you to wrap yourself up in.

"Thank you for that," you tell Sam as you walk over to a table where Billy and his wife are.

"Eh, I'm sorry that he felt he could treat you like that. He'll be taken care of." You know what that means.

There are several people gathered around the table, people Sam and Billy work with at the casino, but they're also friends. Sam takes a seat in one of the lounge chairs and pulls you into his lap. Everyone at the table says their hello's and Sam whipsers to you, "Thank you for inviting me... And suggesting I leave the wife at home." He rubs a hand across your thighs and the other rests on your back.

This is a crowd that you and Sam are comfortable being close in. You two were always like this before he got with Ginger, so it feels nice to have him close to you again. You gently squeeze at his side, while he lights a cigarette and takes a puff. He offers it to you, but you just smile and shake your head.

"Hey, Billy," Sam starts.

"Yeah, Ace?" he asks, turning his attention to the man next to you.

"You see that dopey ass motherfucker in the pool over there?" Sam asks, pointing with his cigarette between his fingers, "The tall one at the center of that group?"

"Yeah, yeah, I see him. Did he do something?"

"He thought it was okay to make (Y/N) here uncomfortable, and he tried to mouth off at me about it," Sam explains.

"(Y/N), is that true? What did he do to you?" Billy asks you.

"He was just being weird and way too handsy. I tried to get away from him but he would just grab me if I did that. I didn't wanna make a scene though."

Billy turns to look back at the group of guys in the pool, "And all those guys with him just let it happen, huh?" He turns back to you, "It'll be handled. That's unacceptable."

Sam gives your waist a squeeze, and you share a look with him. "You gonna get in the pool at all today?" you ask him, motioning to his outfit: khaki slacks, a button up shirt (unbuttoned a little bit), and a pale pink sports coat.

"I don't know, I'm having a good time right here. You look good in that bikini, baby," he whispers the last part, rubbing his fingers over the string on your back, "it doesn't leave much to the imagination..."

"Just the parts that all you boys want to see," you bite your lip, and you both giggle quietly.

The afternoon goes by with casual conversation as you and Sam lounge back in your chair with you leaning against his chest and your face tucked into the crook of his neck. He keeps his arms around you, as he chats and enjoys some drinks and cigarettes with the guys at the table.

Soon, the sun begins it's descent before the moon comes out, which means the temperature is dropping too. Vegas has some of the hottest days and the coldest nights.

You sit up from your cozy spot against Sam's chest and pluck the cigarette holder from between his lips. He raises his eyebrows at you as you take a drag off of it, then you exhale the smoke at the same time as him.

A warm smile spreads across your face as you return the cigarette to him. "I'm gonna go change," you whisper to him before getting up and heading inside Billy's house.

Upstairs in the bathroom, you take your change of clothes out of your bag and lay them out on the counter. You hear a small knock at the door before Sam enters the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"Sam? What are you doing?" you ask him.

He walks over and places himself behind you, looking you up and down in the mirror. He wraps his arms around your midsection and rests his chin on your shoulder, making eye contact with you, again in the mirror.

"You're so beautiful," is all he says before one hand travels to your hip, and his lips find your skin. He kisses at your neck slowly but sensually; you close your eyes as your back arches into him. He has you turned on in a matter of seconds; you had never realized you wanted him this bad.

One of his hands slides up your back and pulls the string of your bikini top, untying it and leaving your back bare. Your top hangs on by the knot at the back of your neck.

His kisses grow increasingly sloppy as he becomes more turned on for you. One of his hands cups at the underside of your breast, while the other holds your hips in place. You feel his erection in his pants against your backside, as he unties one of the knots at your hip.

"Sam-" You want him badly, but your conscience won't let you do this. "Sam."

His motions stop and he looks up at you in the mirror. You turn around in his arms so that you can look him in the eyes. With a bittersweet look on your face, you say, "We can't do this. You're married, Sam. We can't do this, especially not in Billy's house."

A look of clarity comes to his eyes as you talk some sense into him. "Yeah, yeah, you're right," he answers. He reaches for a towel and wraps it around your body, as if to cover up the thing that was tempting him. You tie the towel in place and go ahead and remove your bikini, dropping it to the floor. Sam pulls you into a hug, holding your toweled waist tight, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry."

• • •

The next time you see Sam is just for a normal get-together at The Tangiers. Being the gentleman he is, he treats you as if the incident at Billy's place never happened, and it's best this way; he's one of your best friends after all.

This dinner is anything but normal, however. Ginger had started to catch on to Sam leaving her at home. You got the feeling Nicky was the one who let her in on that secret.

Ginger storms into the casino, making a scene like she always does; she's always been the kind of person you hear before you see when she's angry. Security follows her over as she makes her way to the table with their little girl on her hip. Sam stands up and rushes over to her, in an effort to keep Ginger away from everyone at the table. It doesn't work that well, she continues pushing towards the table as she screams at him about leaving her at home and making her take care of their toddler.

Sam gets the kid from Ginger, and she pushes past him and towards you, "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU PUT THE IDEA IN HIS HEAD TO START SNEAKING AROUND ON ME!"

You sit there, completely taken back. You would try to say something, but you wouldn't get a word in as Ginger is letting you have it.

Sam comes over, grabbing Ginger's arm and pulling her to face him, "What the fuck is the matter with you? What the fuck is the MATTER WITH YOU?! Bringing our kid here at this time of night! Screaming at (Y/N)!" He points at you, "You ain't had nothin' to do with her since you met!! And you wanna come in here and blame your problems on her?!"

You had never seen Sam so angry before, screaming at the top of his lungs like this in front of everyone, in his own casino. There was a pause as everyone waited for what was gonna happen next.

Quietly, Ginger speaks, "Oh my God," her voice cracked like she was about to cry, "oh my God, you're defending her..." She turns to walk away, crying into her hands. Sam quickly hands Amy over to you and runs after Ginger.

Security follows them, and everyone at the table sits in silence as you all listen to Ginger yell and cry at Sam on the way outside, "You never defended me! To anyone! For anything! You've never defended me like that!"

• • •

A few days later, flowers show up at your house with a note from Sam.

"I'm so sorry for the other night and how crazy things have been lately. Let's go out and I'll make it up to you. -S. R."

Attached is a reservation card telling you that you're having dinner with him tonight at a small restaurant you used to go to when Sam first moved out to Las Vegas.

"I'm so glad you actually came. I thought maybe you didn't want anything to do with me after Ginger yelled at you like that."

"Have I ever been the type of girl that would blame you for your wife's actions?" you say greeting him with a kiss on the cheek, "it's good to see you all in one piece; I was worried what she might do to you." You both chuckle and sit down at your table.

"I just- uhh, I just wanted to take you out like we used to do before everything got so crazy. Back when I was still getting used to the desert and Billy introduced me to you; it was just simple... and always fun when you were around. So I just thought maybe we could re-live that for a night," Sam explains his reasoning for bringing you here alone.

"Well I think it'll be fun," you say reaching over and giving his hand an encouraging squeeze, "This place always had great food!" You lean back in your seat, slide your heels off under the table, and prop your feet up in Sam's lap across from you. He raises his eyebrows, giving you a look. "Well you said you wanted it to be like old times!" you exclaim.

After dinner and dessert, you both sit back with your bellies full. The food was so rich and lovely; you both ate so much more than you normally would have, but you aren't in the company of anyone fancy so you cut loose.

"You wanna get out of here? I got somewhere I'd like to take you," Sam asks.

"Ooooh, honey, I don't think I can move, I'm so full!" you groan at him, "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere you took me when I first moved here and I needed some peace and quiet from the city."

And with that, you let him take you by the hand and lead you out to his car. When you cruise past the strip and out into the dark dessert, you lean on his shoulder and ask, "You're not gonna whack me, are you?"

"Now, I couldn't tell you if I was. Typically the guy you're gonna whack doesn't ask ya, and typically the guy you're gonna whack is a guy," you both laugh. Tonight really had been like old times.

You slide over and lay down, laying your head in his lap. He put his arm across your chest and shoulder as if you were an arm rest, and he looks down at you. "Eyes on the road, Mr. Rothstein!"

"Yes, ma'am" he cracks a smile and looks up like he's supposed to.

Parked just a few miles out in the desert, Sam gets out the car, grabbing a blanket from the back, and tossing it across the hood of the car. He also grabs an extra jacket for you for when it gets cold.

"Alright, get outta the car," he says, looking at you laid across the front seat of his Cadillac.

"Mmmm... but I'm so cozy here," you whine.

Sam grabs you by your feet and drags you across the seat to pull you up out of the car. Once you're on your feet, he grips both of your shoulders and looks you over, "Princess. You're a spoiled princess, you know that?" He grabs your hips and lifts you onto the hood of the car before walking around and hopping up to sit next to you.

"It's been forever since I came out here... Thank you for bringing me," you tell Sam as you lean back on the windshield of his car and look up at the endless sea of stars in the night sky. Out here in the desert, there was no light pollution, and it was such a clear night, it felt like there were a million stars up there.

"Want this?" Sam asks holding up his extra jacket.

You take it from him and bundle up in it. It was warm and smelled like him, like he had worn it recently or perhaps sprayed his cologne on it.

He put his arm around your shoulders; together, you looked up at night sky and talked, occasionally pointing out constellations or planets.

The lower the temperature drops, the more you snuggle into Sam. Every few moments you glance at each other, sometimes making eye contact and smiling at each other.

"Mm, come here," Sam grumbles pulling you into a full-on cuddle.

"Cold?" you joke.

"Nope, you're just too far away," he nuzzles his nose into your hair and leaves a kiss there.

You turn your head to face him, "Sam."

He places his hand on your cheek and sarcastically replies, "(Y/N)."

Your eyes linger on one another's for what feels like several minutes; for a moment, the whole world fell away and it was just the two of you. You both lean in, gently pressing your lips to one another's. You move your lips together slowly and carefully, as if you might break something. The moment lasts a long time, but not long enough.

Sam pulls back to look at you, "I love you."

You open your mouth to protest, but all that comes out is, "I love you, too."

Without another word, you both agree to not discuss it. Whether you liked it or not, things were about to get complicated, so you both just want things to be simple for the night.

• • •

You had always assumed Sam was the kind of man to take a woman to bed quickly in a relationship. Of course, your relationship is anything but conventional; you'd been friends for years, but now it was obvious those feelings of friendship had been something more all along.

You had spent some time together a few times since your outing to the desert. He greeted you with a kiss each of those times you met up, because you made sure to meet in private; word couldn't get out about this, or it would cause trouble with Ginger and the crime family Nicky and Sam were in. The family wouldn't take so kindly to Ginger causing a big scene over Sam's infidelity.

You and Sam also really wanted to take things slow; you didn't want to ruin a good friendship by rushing. So when he came to your house or you met in his office, you spent a lot of time in his arms, kissing him, and not too much more.

But your job right now is to act like none of that exists, like everything is just the way it's always been. You're at a big celebration for Sam; the gaming commission is giving an award to him for being such an important asset in the success of gambling in Las Vegas. Everyone who knows Sam is there; it's his big night!

As events like this usually go, Sam is at a table on a stage at the front of the room. His closest friends are all sat together: you, Billy, Nicky, Ginger, and a few others. On the surface everything is cool, but you know this mix of people isn't good news.

There are rumors floating around that the FBI agents keeping an eye on Nicky had gotten some pictures of him and Ginger together. Sam didn't want to pry into it; he didn't want another reason to be mad with her. Sam had also recently told you that Ginger's mysterious phone calls had started up again, and she refused to tell him who she was calling at all hours of the day. You and Sam both knew what that meant: Ginger is being anything but faithful to him.

It's a lovely dinner, aside from Ginger's remarks. It's almost like she knows about you and Sam somehow. Every time she mentions him, she makes sure to watch your reaction, and she makes several remarks like, "proud to call him my man," and, "so glad he belongs to me," while staring you down.

In an effort to try and make friendly conversation with Ginger, you lean over you her to say, "You know, I think Sam likes girls like us, because we're both like him: social and in the business. We make what he does look glamorous." You give her a hopeful smile.

She cuts her eyes and hits you with, "No, Sam likes a woman like me; we both came from the streets and had to hustle our way into money. Anyone can be a socialite in a nice gown. Some of us have more to show for it."

Upon hearing that, Billy gives Ginger a look of disapproval and puts his arm around you to comfort you. It couldn't be more obvious that she is trying to get a rise out of you, but you won't stoop to her level making a scene like that.

Ginger leans into Nicky, and you don't say much the rest of dinner.

After the award was presented to Sam and it's time to mingle, you work your way over to Sam, stopping to chat with several people along the way. As you approach him, it seems like the two of you only have eyes for each other. He greets you with a big smile spread across his face, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

With his hands on your waist, and your hands on his chest, you tell him, "I'm so proud of you. You work so hard, and you've been so good for Las Vegas."

"Yeah, well, Las Vegas has been good to me," he says looking you in your eyes lovingly, and raising his eyebrows briefly.

What you don't realize is that Ginger sees the whole exchange, but she does something very out of character: she keeps her cool... For now.

• • •

"It was... It was the way you looked at her. You didn't have to look at her like that," Ginger sobs into the pillow on her and Sam's bed.

"How did I look at her? Huh? What did I do?" Sam questions her, pacing around their bedroom.

Ginger shifts to look up at Sam with tear-filled eyes, "Like you love her... You looked at her like you love her."

"Ginger-" Sam starts and pauses to keep his composure, "What do you care how I look at her? You me you didn't love me! And I thought I could change you!"

There was a pause before he continued, "You're not making any goddamn sense; I don't know why I'm trying to talk any sense into you. You been drinkin' all the time, and those fuckin painkillers you took have your brain so fucked up right now... I don't even know why I'm trying; it's not worth it."

"You really feel that way?" she asks quietly.

"Feel what way?"

"That I'm not worth it. You really think that I'm not worth it?" she sits up and pushes some of the hair out of her face.

That small bit of love Sam still had for Ginger creeped back up; he couldn't hurt her like that.

He sat on the bed next to her, "No," he says as he pulls her into his chest, "I don't feel that way." He simply holds her as she cries into his shoulder.

• • •

"I guess she's spread herself too thin," Sam vents to you as you lie on your couch cuddling, "I think the drinking and the drugs are a distraction from all the men she's trying to hold down. She's never been able to keep Lester under control, Nicky is getting all kinds of heat on him with the cops in Vegas, and she's realized I don't love her the way I used to, or maybe the way I thought I did."

The last part was mostly directed at himself; Sam is coming to terms with the decision he made when he married Ginger, and he's realizing that maybe it wasn't love at all. After all, lust isn't built on trust and respect.

"Don't blame yourself for falling for her. She said something to me the other night, and as hurtful as it was, it was true."

"What did she say to you?" he asks, sitting up a bit and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well, uh, I just told her that I think you like girls like us because we're like you, but we make the business more glamorous. And she told me that you would only like a woman like her because you both worked for the success you have, and that means you and her have more to show for it."

"She said that to you?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about it. If you went to her about it, it would only cause you more problems," you try to get him to relax. There was no point in him getting stressed over it.

He sighs and lays back down, holding you tight, "I'm so sorry she said that to you. It's not true. I think her and I understand each other because of our backgrounds, but I think you know I like you just as much, if not more than I ever liked her."

"I thought you might say something like that. That's why I tried to not let it bother me," you look up and kiss him a few times.

He turns you to lay on your back, and he puts his head on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair on the back of his head.

"I wish we could just run away. I made such a mistake starting a life with Ginger. I meant it-" his voice catches a bit, "I meant it when I told you I love you. I wish I could just put her in the past and spend the rest of my days with you."

His voice got so soft at the end of his statement. From this position you couldn't see his face, and you figured there was a reason for that, as you felt some dampness forming on your shirt.

You had never seen Sam cry over anything. In that moment, it made you realize how real his feelings are. Even after all the hell Ginger put him through, it didn't break him as much as the idea of being with you.

He lies there and tries to keep his breathing even, while you wrap your arms around him and hold him. He just desperately needs love and comfort from a woman who really cares about him.

• • •

Sam and Ginger got to the point that they could hardly stand to be around one another, so they take periods of separation from one another, and they trade off who keeps Amy. Although, Sam will admit that he's more at ease when his little girl is with him.

Whenever Sam has Amy, he tries to take at least one day off work every week to spend with her. She's getting to be more of a kid than a toddler now, and she enjoys spending time with her daddy.

Today, Sam invited you along to the park and a for a picnic with Amy; it's what she asked for!

"You look pretty in your little sundress, baby," Sam compliments you, as he pushes his kid on the swing.

"It's nice seeing you dressed down a bit, too. Turns out it isn't the suit jacket that makes you so handsome!"

He was just wearing slacks and a button up shirt: sleeves rolled up, no tie, no sports coat. Oh, and don't forget the sunglasses and cigarette holder.

"Hey, Amy?" Sam calls to his daughter while she swings up and down through the air.

"Yeah, daddy?"

"You wanna go eat lunch, sweetie?"

"No!"

"No?!" Sam exclaims sarcastically, "You don't wanna go eat your lunch? I packed your favorite."

She shook her head, despite the big smile on her face.

"PB and J's?!" he asks.

She shakes her head again.

"Applesauce?"

Another no.

"Hmmm... How about those cupcakes we picked up from the bakery?"

Her little face lights up and she tries to stop the swing. Sam scoops her up on his hip to carry her over to their picnic blanket. The whole exchange is extremely adorable; you love watching Sam be a daddy to his little girl!

At lunch, surprisingly Amy stays near you. You've been babysitting her since she was a baby, and now she sees you hanging out with her dad a lot; luckily she likes you. It's really important to Sam that you two get along.

"You're gonna make a great mom one day," he says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? And what makes you think I'll be a mom?" you ask him, helping wipe something off Amy's cheek.

"If you stay with me, and if we end up together, you'll be Amy's new mom... aaaand maybe if you really like me, we could have a baby together," he looks down at his hands with a smirk on his face.

You put your hands over Amy's ears, and joke with him, "I think we should probably have sex before you ask me to have your baby! Although, you can trust me to have your baby 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 the wedding."

You let go of Amy's ears, while you and Sam double over in laughter.

"What's so funny?" she asks sassily, sounding just like her dad.

"Nothing, honey, you'll understand when you're older," Sam replies, petting her hair.

"You always say that, daddy. Can I go play?"

"Yes, but stay where we can see you, okay?"

"Okay!" she says, already running off. She's a busy body, just like him.

Sam pulls you into a spooning position and holds you so you can both keep an eye on Amy on the playground.

"So, you want me to make love to you, huh?" he grumbles lowly in your ear, placing some kisses on your neck.

"Mmm... Why don't you come over to my place one night and find out?" you tease at him.

• • •

You assumed tonight would be just a casual night at home, and you appreciate that, because it isn't often you get alone time. You had just gotten out the shower and decided to relax in your robe on the couch for the night.

That all changes when you hear the doorbell ring.

"Who could that be? I don't think I invited anyone over," you think as you walk to the door.

"Sam!" you exclaim, seeing him on your front stoop, "what are you doing here-"

You're cut off by his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss. He pushes you into the house and shuts the door behind him all while his lips never leave yours. He pushes you against a wall, grabbing at your hips. When his lips move down to your neck, you gasp out his name.

"Sam! What has gotten into you?" you breathe out, "What is this?"

"Mmm..." He moans, leaving little kisses at your ear, "Ginger and Amy are out of town, and... you told me to come over and make love to you."

"That's not how I said it," you laugh, before letting out a soft moan at his actions.

He reaches over and locks your front door before leading you over to the couch. His lips find yours again, then he gently lays you down, positioning himself on top of you. His hands roam your body, as your lips move with his; his tongue enters your mouth and sends chills across your skin.

You pull away from his kiss to look at him in the eyes, "I know we've been seeing each other and doing a lot of kissing, but I don't want to make you a cheater."

"Baby, it's not about cheating. Ginger and I don't wanna be together as it is; I 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to be with 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

"Sam... are you sure? You can't go back from this."

"(Y/N), I already told you I love you. There's no going back from that." His hand snakes down to the ties on your silky robe, and pulls them loose. With his legs on either side of one of yours, he presses his hardness into your thigh. As he pulls your robe to the side just a few inches, he places soft kisses on your chest.

He pauses and looks up at you through his lashes. You place your hands on his face and shoulder, and he gives you a smile before he pulls your robe open, leaving you naked in front of him, except for the sleeves on your arms.

Sam kisses your lips lightly, then your cheek, then your neck and chest, where he starts leaving heated love bites. He gently squeezes at your breasts, as he teases them with his tongue and teeth. Soon after, he leaves a trail of kisses down your belly, leaving you with a few nips on your hipbone.

He sits up on his knees, taking your body in: your plump thighs, sensual hips, the way your breathing had become heavy, and obviously your naked parts he had always wanted to see. He moves to place himself between your legs, and he pulls one of them up, hooking your ankle on his shoulder and pressing a few kisses to your calf.

"You're beautiful," he tells you before he turns his attention back to your leg.

Sam really made you feel beautiful, but it was nothing in comparison to the way he looks: his dress shirt unbuttoned a little, shiny suit pants, large erection pressed against the fabric and poking at his waistband, his tight leather belt keeping it tame.

You're pulled from your thoughts by the feeling of Sam kissing your inner thigh; he had worked his way up to the soft, sensitive part of your leg.

He grabs you by your thighs, scooting you up the couch, giving him more room to work. Now he's bent over a bit more, placing sloppy kisses and and nibbles on your thighs as a way to get you to spread them apart. Finally, he gets down all the way, and you feel his hot breath on your center.

Seeing him crouched down on his elbows and knees, head between your legs... It's enough to make you want him. When places a few hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your labia, it makes you lose any fight you had to turn him down.

"Oh, Sam..." your hand slides into his hair as his tongue laps at you. He looks up making eye contact with you, and enjoying how flustered you look because of him.

He simply grins to himself and goes back to pleasing you. Your grip on his hair tightens each time he does something that you like, and he's smart: if you like it a lot, he does it over and over and over.

A few times, he moves down, licking at your entrance, testing the waters. When he hears a whine from you, he decides to stop being a tease and presses his tongue in past your lips. Your back arches up off the couch and you take in a deep breath; Sam digs his fingers into your thighs, keeping your hips firmly in place so he can continue swirling his tongue around inside you.

After a few minutes, he has mercy on you and goes back to your clitoris. He doesn't let up too much though. He slides his middle finger into you, slowly, and when he can't go any further, he curls it in a "come here" kind of motion.

"Oh, God," you let out, toes curling in pleasure.

Sam puts his lips on you and pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking on it. Jackpot. Your hand pulls his hair and you throw your head back; you can feel your climax coming. He lets out a low, grumbly moan, and it helps push you over the edge. Your orgasm comes in waves as Sam continues sucking and curling that finger; he's reveling in the feeling of you losing control at his hand.

When he decides you've had enough, he eases his motions to let you down from your high. The way he has total control over you and your body... You had never seen anything like it.

Sam crawls over you until he was face-to-face with you again to kiss you and make you taste yourself on his lips. He wraps his arms around you and picks you up, hands roaming your back as your robe hangs loosely behind you. With your legs wrapped around his hips, he takes you up to your bedroom.

"Can I ask you something, Sam?" you start.

"Of course you can, baby girl," he answers.

"Why would Ginger treat you so badly if you're this good in bed? And we haven't even made it to bed yet," you chuckle at the last part.

"I guess that's more of a question for Ginger than it is for me, but I'd really rather not talk about my wife right now," he says dropping you on your cozy bed. You lay there, arms above your head, your hair and silky robe spread out around you. Sam grabs you by wrapping his large hands around your ribcage and sits you up. It always impressed you how large and strong he is, because he keeps his muscles covered with all those suits. He pushes your robe off your shoulders, "That's better."

You giggle at him and reach out in front of you, giving his aching erection some much needed attention with the palm of your hand. Sam let's out a breath, and you take that as a sign to undo his belt. After opening his belt and unzipping his pants, you pull them down just a little, leaving them hanging on his hips. Your hand finds his member again, rubbing it through a much thinner layer of fabric, "You gonna show me what this thing can do?"

He puts a hand on the back of your head and pulls you to him. Your face nuzzles against his pelvis; you leave a few kisses on his groin and look up at him, "You want me to use my mouth on you?"

His eyes are fixed on yours as his lips pull into a half smile, "No, another time. I can't wait any longer to have you."

And with that, you pulled his pants off of his hips. He quickly works out of his shoes and pants and climbs on top of you.

"Oh, no, Mr. Rothstein! We are not doing this if you have those socks on!" you giggle at him.

He looks back at his feet, "What, you don't think they're sexy?" He turns back to you and kisses you, "I'd fuck you if you were wearing socks," he jokes before reaching back and pulling them off.

When he lays down on top of you, you work on unbuttoning his shirt while he kisses your lips and neck. A few seconds later his shirt is thrown to the floor. He wraps his arms around you as you make out, pressing your bodies together; like this, you can feel his muscles, his warmth, and his love, as if he was the thing you always needed.

His kisses slow down, and he pulls back to look at you, "I love you, (Y/N), and I mean it."

"I love you, too, Sam," you nearly whisper. After a short pause and Sam rubbing your cheek with his thumb, you ask, "Will you take those underwear off already? You're going awfully slow for a man who said he didn't want to wait anymore."

He smiles and shakes his head sarcastically at you, but he sits up on his knees and pushes them off, "Better?" he snarks.

"Better."

He was sexier than you ever could've imagined. He left a lot to the imagination with all his suits, but like this, you got to take in his loving eyes, messed up hair, soft skin, toned arms, and the chest hair that made a lovely trail down to his large member that's standing at attention for you.

"Come here, sexy," you command.

"Who? Me?" he points to himself, jokingly.

You reach up, and grab his hands, pulling him down on top of you again, "Yes, you."

He lets out an excited moan, kicking his underwear to the floor and snaking a hand down between your thighs. As his fingers tease at your clit, he asks, "You ready, baby doll?"

"Very ready."

That's all he needs to hear before he's pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist, slicking up the head of his cock with spit and a little precum. The next moments are filled with moans from the two of you, as he lines up with your wet entrance and begins to enter you. His hips work slowly, giving small motions to sink into you.

You could tell from the way his hips were bucking lightly that he was torn between taking things slow and fucking into you hastily, right then and there. It's the neediest you'd ever seen him; it's sexy the way you make him lose a bit of that control he always has.

As soon as he's got enough length inside you, he starts rocking into you, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. "Baby, you feel so good," he says as he buries a hand in your hair and his face in your neck, kissing you. His breathing becomes more intense, and his back arches a bit allowing for some room for him to work his hand on you again.

As if the feeling of his hardness pushing in and out of you wasn't enough, his fingers start making circles on your clit, drawing moans from your mouth. "Oh, God, those noises... You're gonna drive me crazy," he whispers in your ear before leaving a few bites on your lobe.

He moves so he can kiss you and look at your pretty face while he makes love to you. He's so excellent, pleasing your clitoris while thrusting his hips into you. You lean up to leave a series of kisses and nips on his neck and collarbone; your fingernails leaving scratches on his back and hands tangling his normally perfect hair.

"Oh, fuck..." you hear Sam say as he slows down his movements.

"You okay, honey?" you ask, concerned.

"More than okay, baby, I just got close," he answers, looking almost embarrassed. It's hard to tell if the flush on his cheeks is from answering your question or from pleasure.

"You could've finished if you wanted," you say with a warm smile.

"Oh, no. I'm not done with you yet, princess." He sits up on his knees, snaking his arm around your back and gripping your hips to lift you off the bed. His other hand rests on your pelvis, and his thumb flicks over your clit. He starts rocking you back and forth on his dick, "How about that? You like that?"

Judging by your moans and the way your back arches for him, he got his answer. He picks up his pace until he's fucking into you with quick, hard thrusts, and your thighs clap against his belly. His fingers relentlessly try to please you, and it's working: you're coming apart at the seams once again for him.

When you feel your second orgasm coming on, you can't help but also feel a little surprised... but also so turned on that he made a mess of you, twice.

Feeling your orgasm and feeling you tighten around his hard length, Sam loses himself. His hips buck into you wildly as he cums deep inside you. He sits back on his heels, and pulls you up to straddle his lap. He pumps into you a few more times while he holds you close to him, kissing anywhere his lips can reach.

Your lips meet and you kiss him several times, both of you feeling very satisfied. You comb your fingers through his hair, fixing it a little bit; he seems to like that. His arms are wrapped around you, and he just holds you on his lap like that for a few minutes, kissing your chest.

He lays his head against your shoulder, and let's out a deep breath, "Yeah, I'm in love," he giggles and stares up at you with an innocent, happy look.

"Me too," you say quietly, kissing his head with a bit of a sad look on your face.

"Hey!" he gets you to look down at him, "You okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah... I just wish we could be together, and that it wouldn't be so complicated," you tell Sam.

He lays you down on the bed, pulling out of you, then he lays next to you and holds you in his arms, "Me too, baby, me too. I just feel bad because it's my fault we can't be together like we want to."

"Oh, Sam, you know I don't blame you for that. No one enters into a bad marriage on purpose."

"No, but you were always right about her. I should've listened to you, considering I came to you for advice. She never cared about me."

"Yeah, but you cared about her, and you still do," you say with a warm smile, "she's the mother of your child. You have a big heart, Sam."

You wrap your arms around his neck and hold his head against your chest. "I care about you, too," you hear him mutter.

"I know you do. I care about you, too," you whisper, snuggling into him to drift off to sleep in his arms.

• • •

The sex was amazing, but there's nothing like waking up in the arms of someone you love, at least, that's how you feel this morning. The way Sam clings to you, almost desperately, lets you know that while you may not wake exactly like this every morning, you will wake up loved each morning.

As you begin to stir a bit, Sam's arms squeeze around you, not wanting you to leave your comfortable spooning position. He grumbles to himself a few times before finally cracking his eyes open to tell you, "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning," you respond, as he lies there with his eyes closed like he may go back to sleep.

He opens his eyes again, slowly, and you feel his hand gently move the covers off of you. You groan when the cool air hits your skin. "God damn, baby, you look so good," his voice rumbles.

"Mmm... You pushed the blankets off me just to tell me I look good?"

"Well, no..." he starts, and he finishes his statement by kissing your shoulder blade and neck, teasing at your thighs, and feeling your breasts. He presses his hips into your backside, letting you feel his morning wood.

"Oooh, someone's happy!" you giggle, pushing your butt back into him to give him some friction.

"I think you meant horny," he slides a hand down, grabbing at your butt before sliding further down teasing between your legs. He slowly runs his middle finger back and forth along your clit and your entrance, getting you wet for him.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Hm?" He mutters between kisses.

"I love you. I wanted to make sure to say it first for once."

He chuckles and continues what he's doing, "And I love you, and I wanna make sure you know this isn't about sex."

"Well, it's a little hard to believe that when you have a finger inside me, but Sam Rothstein is a man who's good on his word, so I'll believe you...just this once," you look over your shoulder, both of you grinning uncontrollably. You reach back and take his member in your hand, stroking it, "However, for the next few minutes, I'd like to make it about sex."

"Mmm, yes ma'am!" Sam exclaims, attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, and repositioning himself to enter you. You both relax into those feelings of pleasure as his warm cock fills you. He grips your hips loosely and thrusts his hips into you almost lazily, but it feels good.

His hand creeps down and grips your thigh, gently lifting your leg up in the air. You both light up with noises, moans, whines, heavy breathing. Within a few minutes, you hear Sam breathe out, "Baby, baby, I'm gonna cum."

You let out a hum, "Cum for me, sweetheart."

Sam pulls you close to him, moving against you with quick, small pumps. You grab his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, while he holds you tightly. After his orgasm, he slides out of you easily and turns you over to kiss your lips for the first time that morning.

Sam is so needy after sex; he wants to hold you as close as possible and shower you in kisses and affection and sweet words.

"I'm sorry I didn't finish you off, honey," Sam says to you.

"It's okay, sweetie, I'm just glad you felt so good," you hold his head in your hands, nuzzling your nose against his.

He lowers his voice as if someone might hear him, "I'll make up for it in the shower," giving you a little wink.

And he does, because Sam Rothstein is a man who's good on his word.

• • •

Since you and Sam spent that weekend together, you start fucking like bunnies. That is to say: you find time to make love to one another often, especially when Ginger is out of town. You both prefer to do it at your home, but when Sam has Amy, he will sometimes invite you over; you quickly get past sleeping in another woman's bed, because you know Sam's heart belongs to you. Sex for the two of you isn't about getting off; it's one of the many ways you show your feelings for one another.

You both find it very hard to hide your feelings for one another in front of others. You can be so open with one another and your feelings when you're in your little bubble. Despite that, you have to put your feelings aside for The Tangiers charity event tonight. Sam has a lot of big spenders flying in for this event; it's going to bring in a lot of money and a lot of publicity for the casino.

"Hey, baby," you say, sneaking into Sam's office, closing the door quietly.

He's standing by his desk signing a few papers; this is probably the one quiet moment he'll have all night. "Hey, princess," he gives you a cute look, signing a few more papers. You sit in comfortable silence, while you wait for him to finish his work. "Alright," he says, tapping his pen on the final paper, "Bring that sweet ass over here!"

He sits on the edge of his desk and pulls you into a hug, taking in your scent and the way your dress feels against your body. He lets out a relaxed sigh, "I missed you."

It has been few days since you've seen each other. With Ginger being home in preparation for this event, you and Sam decided it was best not to see each other. "I missed you, too," you nuzzle into him.

You feel his hand under your chin, lifting your face so he can kiss you. You kiss slowly at first, letting Sam explore your mouth with his tongue, but things quickly get more heated since it feels like it's been so long since you had each other.

He turns you around, sitting you on his thigh as he leans against his desk. You both crane your necks to keep your lips connected. Sam presses your back against his chest before dipping his hand into your dress, fingers teasing your nipple. You inhale sharply and brace a hand on his hip.

"You like that?" he purrs in your ear.

"Mm-hmm," you hum, leaning your head back against him.

His free hand pulls your dress up and disappears between your thighs, touching you through your panties.

"Sam..." you whine, moving your hand to squeeze at his half-hard length.

"Seems like someone misses me, needy baby," he whipsers to you.

You urge his hands off of you and stand up, facing him, "Now let's get something straight, Mr. Rothstein: I wasn't needy when I came in this office. I patiently waited for you to finish signing things, and then YOU made me needy."

There's a long pause between you before Sam cracks a little smirk and says, "You're sexy when you're mad."

Once you head downstairs to the casino floor, the party is on. Millionaires and billionaires fill the room, enjoying slots, tables, and free champagne. Sam always thought it was funny how rich people love a free handout.

Every business associate that Sam knew was here, plus the rich friends they brought with them. Those of you who spend a lot of time at the casino mingle with the guests who came to spend money; your job is to keep them spending money, because a hefty portion of what the house makes tonight is going to be split between a few charities. It was Billy's idea, saying that a charity event would be great publicity and raise goodwill with the people.

Most of your evening goes by playing table games with people you barely knew, so it's nice to see Billy, a familiar face. You hadn't seen him since you got there.

He hands you a glass of champagne and you find a more secluded place to talk while Billy watches the floor. You see Sam doing the same from his usual spot; Sam sees you and gives you a cute look, scrunching his nose when Billy isn't looking.

Almost on queue, Billy smirks, "So, you and Ace, huh?"

"Huh? What?" you stammer, caught off guard.

"Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. You know my lips are sealed," he has a pleased look on his face, and he gives you a wink.

You sigh and give Billy a knowing look, confirming his suspicions, "How'd you know?"

"Well, I'll admit it took me a while to catch on, because you two have always been close. Sam's been much happier the past few weeks, but I chalked it up to Ginger getting out of his hair with her little vacations. Tonight has been the first dead giveaway: you sneaking up to his office and coming down to the floor together, and the way he's been keeping an eye on you all evening, like he's worried about you getting too far away from him."

If Sam had been watching you like that, you hadn't noticed, but it was endearing. "You should tell him not to blow our cover," you smirk at Billy.

"Oh, I plan on it," Billy leans into you, "Let me tell you a secret, (Y/N). I've always liked you two together, and I think you have always liked one another; maybe you were just too blinded by the Vegas lights to see it... So, I'll keep your secret, because you two deserve to be happy." His hand squeezes your shoulder, and he clinks his glass with yours before leaving you to go stand with Sam so they can watch the floor together.

As you walk the floor looking for a group of tycoons to mingle with, you feel a hand grab your arm. You turn to see Ginger who is now leading you across the casino floor.

"Hey, girl! Wanna work a table together? Maybe if we put our heads together, we could pull in more money." She is oddly pleasant in her tone of voice, but the way her nails grip your arm gives you a different vibe; however, you don't feel you have much choice in the matter. You are swept off to a table far away from the center of the casino, far away from Sam and Billy.

Unexpectedly, Ginger is nice to you and even jokes with you as you hustle all the rich men gathered around the roulette table, getting them to spend all of their money. When that's over, it's like a switch flips.

She drags you aside away from everyone except a few bouncers, and begins her tirade, "It's you. I know it's you." She's doing her best to remain calm with all of the donors around, but you knew she was high; she was always on something anymore.

"Ginger, what are you talking about?"

"You- your perfume! I smell it... in my bed, on Ace! I know you're sleeping with him!"

You can tell she's getting worked up, and you really don't want her to start yelling. "Now, we don't want things to get out of hand. You know I spend a lot of time with Sam; I've been helping him babysit Amy more since you guys have been more separate. Isn't it possible you smell my perfume around him because of that? You probably smell it on Amy too, right?"

Ginger is frustrated and confused, unable to make sense of things with all that junk in her system, "Yeah, yeah, I guess that makes sense," she pouts.

"Yeah, see? It's okay, everything's okay," you try to calm her down, resting your hand on her upper arm.

"No! Don't touch me!!" she shouts.

"Ginger, don't get excited; we don't wanna ruin the event."

"I don't care what you say; I don't trust you, and I don't trust you with my husband!" she sneers at you, "I have my connections just like your 'Saaam,' and if I find out anything is going on with you and him, you'll be nothing more than one of those holes in the desert these guys like to talk so much about. You're nothing but a whore as it is."

Her face is inches from yours. She had insulted you and threatened your life in a single statement, and clearly she had decided Sam was too personal a name for her husband, since she chastised you for calling him that. You decide to do your worst; you doubt she'll remember this interaction anyway.

"This coming from the woman who can't seem to shake her pimp."

Thankfully the bouncers nearby saw how heated things were getting, and they came over to break it up. They even called Nicky over talk Ginger down. It's pretty bad that even the casino staff knew about Nicky and Ginger, and that bringing Ace over would just make it worse.

But word quickly made it back to Sam about what Ginger had done to you, and so a few days later, he sent her to Beverly Hills with Amy; besides, he only needed her home for that one night at the Tangiers.

• • •

Despite all of his efforts to run a clean joint, it all came crashing down when Sam got word that the FBI had heard all about the casino and the Midwest bosses from that grocery store tap back home. Luckily, they couldn't really bring any heat down on Sam, because he didn't know much; he had been put in Las Vegas to run the casino, and he was even working on getting his gaming license which looked good on him.

Nicky, however, did get a lot of heat. He already had the attention of the Las Vegas police for a number of crimes, and he was the liaison between Las Vegas and and the Midwest bosses.

Sam had already been trying to pull away from Nicky and that meant also pulling away from the gangster business that had made him so successful as a handicapper.

Thankfully with Ginger out of town, you got to be with Sam when he found out about all this. There isn't much he can do, but he knows it's a possibility his whole casino could go under.

In order to cheer him up, you invite Sam to your place for a few days, so he can use your home as a getaway to just relax as much as he can. Despite everything going on, you both actually have a pretty good time. Sam only takes the calls he absolutely has to take which mostly meant Billy, and you both enjoy cooking together, showering together, making love together...

Unfortunately he can't stay for more than a few days or people will start to realize he isn't home, and any calls other than to Billy needed to come from Sam's house, especially any calls to Ginger. And so this morning you head off to Sam's place, so he can call the hotel in Beverly Hills to check on his wife and child.

He gets on the phone and cheerily greets the hotel receptionist before asking to be put through to Ginger's room. His tone quickly drops when he questions, "𝘔𝘳. and Mrs. Rothstein?"

You give him a concerned look as he wraps up the conversation and slams the phone down on the hook. He lets out a frustrated sigh and rubs his chin before he says, "She checked out of the hotel with another man and my kid."

"It's not Nicky, is it?" you ask.

"No, it's not Nicky, I know it's not Nicky; he's got too much heat on him to leave Vegas." That could only mean one thing: Lester.

Sam immediately gets back on the phone calling the police, the FBI agents he'd been in contact with, even Nicky, to try to find where Ginger and this pimp had taken his daughter. The FBI is very gracious in helping track down Ginger and Amy, quickly getting back to Sam with an address and phone number for where they are.

After a phone call with Lester that didn't really go anywhere, Sam is feeling helpless about what to do. He's so furious with Ginger, but he needs her to bring their daughter home. He sinks down into the couch when he looks at you desperately; he doesn't know what to do.

You quickly rush over and curl up next to him, taking the man in your arms, rubbing his shoulders for comfort. "How do I get her home? I just want Amy safe; she's not safe with that pimp, and clearly she's not safe with her mother anymore either."

"You're not gonna like to hear this, but I think Nicky is your best bet to get her back," you suggest.

He simply nods his head as he realizes you're right, then he picks up the phone to call his friend.

• • •

The next few days Sam and Ginger are walking on eggshells. It couldn't be more obvious that Ginger doesn't want to be home, but Sam had to know that Amy is safe. Since Ginger has to be home, Sam even tries being sweet to her again. He had tried to cuddle with her a few times, something they hadn't done in years, but she would just reject him each time, typically leaving the room. Sam is at his wits' end; he doesn't know what else to try with Ginger, what other approach he could take.

One night as Sam is about to leave the casino to head home, you follow him out to his car, "just to talk," you tell him. You hadn't seen him in days and you miss him.

"Hey, baby," Sam says wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, honey. I missed you," you smile at him.

He hums, "I miss you too, and I'm sorry you're in the middle of all this... It's not fair to you."

"It's okay, Sam. You're the one who's in a tough spot here. I'm just here to support you and love you and... make you feel better..." you trail off as you squeeze his thigh, your fingers gracing past his crotch.

"Oh..." Sam says, giving you a cheeky look.

You slide your hand back and forth over the front of his pants, getting him hard, while you lightly kiss at his neck and ear. "You've just been so stressed lately, sweetie; let me help you relax."

When his breathing becomes heavy, you know he's ready for more, "Baby girl, I need your mouth on me, now." He lets out a groan when you open his pants and stroke him through his underwear.

You don't waste much time before you're going down on him, kissing his leaking member before taking it in your mouth. He looks down at you and tries to keep his breathing even; all this came on pretty suddenly so you've got Sam very worked up. He takes your hair in his hands, forming a make shift ponytail to keep your hair out your face. He also likes to watch your face bob up and down on his cock.

You hollow out your cheeks and Sam savors that intense sucking feeling. Between that and your tongue pressing against his tip, he can hardly contain himself. You wrap a hand around the base of his member, pumping what you can't take in your mouth.

Sam's hands push you down making you take as much of him as you can, and his breathing becomes labored, letting out little moans as he climaxes in your mouth.

You take down what you can and lick up any of the rest. You look up to see Sam giving you a look with raised eyebrows.

"I didn't want you to make a mess..." you say with a raspy voice as you wipe your lips.

He simply stares at you, as if he was still trying to make sense of what just happened, before he grabs your hair and pulls you into a rough kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. When he pulls away from you breathing heavily, he says, "Baby, you have no idea how bad I needed that. Thank you." He softens up and pulls you back towards him, this time laying your head in the crook of his neck.

Sam leaves you at the Tangiers and at home, walks into a nightmare: his kid is tied to her bed and his wife is nowhere to be found. Despite the flood of panic and anger that he feels, he keeps his wits about him and calls you to come get Amy; with you is the safest place for her right now while Sam searches for Ginger. You only see him for a quick moment, before he rushes out the door, leaving you to pack Amy a bag and take her to your house for a few days.

Sam knows Ginger is at Nicky's new restaurant; he had called before he left the house. His tires screech to a halt as he rolls up to the place of business.

After a run-in with Nicky at the door and a quiet altercation in the corner booth, where Sam definitely threatened Ginger's life for what she did to Amy, Sam managed to get his wife in the car. On the ride home, oddly, all Sam could think was, "Where does Nicky get off asking 𝘮𝘦 to be civil, when he's the one that always gets heat brought on us?"

It's probably just a temporary distraction from elephant in the room, or car, in this case.

Sam has to admit: he's at his wits' end with Ginger. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about leaving her or kicking her out. But when they walk into the house, and he sees the apologetic look in his wife's eyes, whether honest or manipulative, one thought crosses his mind, "She's the mother of my child."

How could he walk out on her? He had promised she'd be taken care of, and even though he really only meant financially, his big heart wouldn't allow him to hurt her.

She doesn't care what he does; she won't be bothered as long as she gets the money she's promised.

"Come on, honey, let's go to bed," Sam says softly, taking his wife's hand. They take a few steps together before the man stops and turns to her; he places his hands on her sides, seeing if she'll hug him. When she does, sadly, it leaves Sam with a shred of hope for their relationship.

• • •

Sam had been exhausted, so he went to bed with the promise that Ginger would meet him there after she gets a shower. However, when Sam wakes up, seeing the time on the clock and the other half of his bed empty; he's immediately filled with suspicion.

At 3:03 A.M., he finds himself sneaking down the hallway--sneaking... in his own house. He shakes his head and quietly shuffles down the hallway towards the living room, where he can hear Ginger's voice moving at a rapid and excited pace.

"I don't care- I don't care!! I want that fucker dead! I want him dead! And that little slut too!! Sleeping in my bed- No! No, I will not calm down... I want a hit on that bitch, that way he can 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵! The same way he hurt me!" Ginger snarls and sobs into the phone.

Sam's heart sank. The thought of losing you--no, he couldn't think about that right now; he simply springs into action, grabbing the phone from Ginger's hands. "Who's this?" he demands to the person on the other end of the line, before slamming the phone down only a second later as Ginger leaps up, practically attacking Sam by pounding her balled up hands against his chest and arms.

"You want me dead, huh? You want me outta the picture?!" his voice booms as she starts to wrestle with him, crying and screaming. "Come with me, come on!" He gets her flailing hands undercontol and drags her down the hallway; Ginger's feet come out from under her, and he just keeps dragging her, both of them yelling at each other.

"I hate you!!! I hate your guts!" Ginger shouts at Sam from where she's laying on the floor of their walk in closet, her face red from crying.

"I know, you evil bitch! What did I ever do to you, huh? I tried to love you and look where it got me..." He slaps a duffle bag down on her lap.

"What's this?" she asks.

He follows it with a pile of clothes, gorgeous, expensive fabrics hitting the floor, "Get your shit, and get out," Sam growls, fire and pain in his eyes.

"You can't kick me out, you can't put me out on the street with no money!!!" She jumps up and starts grabbing expensive clothes.

"Money's all you care about, huh?" he questions, bending down to a shoe box under his clothes; he pulls out all that would fit in his hands, bringing it over to her on the floor. "Is this enough?? You'll probably blow through this in a week!" He dumps the cash in her lap, storming off from her to rip more of her clothes off hangers.

"You can't abandon me!! You told me I'd be taken care of! If you kick me out, I'll go take all my jewelry out the bank!!" she threatens.

He grabs her set of keys, taking her house key off the ring, leaving her with car keys and her bank keys. "And I will not stop you," Sam says, almost calmly.

He knew the key to his millions was still in his desk drawer upstairs, she'd only be leaving with the key to what's hers. He'd been feeling unsure about walking out on her, but Sam made his decision the moment Ginger threatened your life.

• • •

For the next week, you and Sam were waiting for the ball to drop and for Ginger to come storming through that door. But in another way, Sam didn't care; he had you over all the time, even when people came over. He started to put his hands on your waist or even kiss you in front of others. It made you so nervous the first time he kissed you in front of Nicky, but Sam knew what he was doing. Nicky couldn't run to anyone about it, because what Nicky had done was worse in the eyes of the Midwest bosses: sleeping with his best friend's wife, their precious "Golden Jew."

But that isn't the reason Nicky's here right now.

"Ace, they took the bosses in. Arrested every single one of 'em. The FBI knows what's going on, all of it, but they ain't got nothing on me or you, because we don't go in room where they count the money. That doesn't mean they won't question us though."

And boy did they. Sam was already irritated that his name was in the paper every time Nicky went to court for some crime, but now it was coming out that him and Nicky were both being held for questioning for the crime bust in the Midwest.

Nicky pretty much refused to give them anything, but Sam had a reputation with the law and a relationship with the FBI out here. They had helped him get his kid back after all. So, he didn't give them any new information, but he didn't mind confirming certain things they already knew, as long as it didn't incriminate him.

Because of his cooperation, the authorities left Sam alone after a little while. Most of the attention was on Nicky and what his connections were to the Midwest bosses and the casino. Somehow Nicky got himself out of it without getting arrested; Sam had to wonder if it was Nicky's rambling or his threats that did the trick.

Weeks went by, and it was clear that the casino was going down. It wasn't for trying though. Sam fought so hard to keep his precious establishment running, but the place had been riddled with scandals. And even with the bosses facing trial, the powers that be decided to get rid of the whole scam; Sam losing The Tangiers would just be a necessary evil to them.

Sam decided it was a better time than ever to leave the business behind. Besides, he'd never been into crime the way Nicky was; he'd just been pulled into this because he was a money maker.

So as Sam walks out of the casino for the last time, locking the doors to the completely empty building, he lights a cigarette and heads over to his car with only one thing on his mind: going home to you and Amy. Unfortunately, he won't make it home as soon as he would have liked, as his car goes up in flames from a car bomb that must've been rigged while he was inside the casino.

Sam had planned for this kind of thing though, and he had the manufacturers of the vehicle place a special metal plate under the passenger seat, giving him a few valuable seconds to save his life.

You get the call during Sam's ambulance ride to the hospital. At first you're devastated--why would anyone want to hurt your Sam? Before you could find to a conclusion, you quickly snap out of it, getting Amy into the car to get to the hospital.

"Mr. Rothstein-"

"I told you, I don't want-

"Mr. Rothstein, we think it's important that we run this test," the doctor speaks over Sam. Must be an important test for him to interrupt Ace Rothstein.

"I'm fine!" your boyfriend groans, "My arm is burned, but I feel fine."

"But sir, it's possible the adrenaline in your system-"

"Sam Rothstein!" You cut the doctor off, storming in with Amy on your hip.

"Hey, baby!" he holds a hand out towards you.

"Don't you 'baby' me. I know you're not arguing with this doctor, refusing medical advice!! You don't just have yourself to worry about here, you have me and Amy- and I swear to God, Sam Rothstein if you die on me, you'll have more than heaven and hell to worry about! You'll have me to answer to," you finish your rant with a stern look.

His face drops for a moment before a little smirk forms, "You're sexy when you're mad."

Ignoring him, you turn to his doctor, "Run any tests you need to. I'll deal with him." You pat the doctor on his tie.

"Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Rothstein," the doctor says as you walk away, giving them room to do what they need to do.

"Oh, we're not married... yet," Sam explains, scrunching his nose cutely at you.

"Well I'm not gonna be the one to tell her that," the doctor says under his breath.

As they wheel Sam out of the room to take him for some tests, you hear Amy's voice, "Why are you mad at daddy?"

"I'm not mad at daddy," a little chuckle leaves you and you hug the child close to you, "I just love him, and so I had to make him listen to the doctors."

• • •

You pick Sam up just a few days later, perfectly fine, except for some burns on his arm. He sits in the passenger seat of your car with a pile of things from the hospital: his coral pink suit in a plastic bag, burned in a few spots from the bomb, a folder with some information about caring for his burns, a packet full of bandages and prescription ointment, and a large yellow envelope.

"Now, don't be mad," Sam starts.

"What did you do?" you glare at him for a second before turning your eyes back to the road.

"I, uh, got a real estate agent to start looking for new homes for us."

"Sammy, why would I be mad about that? We practically live together already!"

"These homes--they're not in Las Vegas."

"What?!" you practically give him whiplash, pulling the car into a random parking lot. "You wanna leave Las Vegas? Sam, I grew up here..."

He looks down at his lap and back up at you, "I know," it comes out so quietly, "I just don't think we're safe here anymore... I'm not in the business anymore, I'm but afforded the same protections as I used to be. What if they come after you next? Or Amy? Right now, I know enough people that we could get out quietly..."

"Oh, Sam..." You cup his face in your hands, "I'm sorry I reacted like that, I'm scared too, and now I have a kid to worry about. I know she's not mine yet, but if anything happened to Amy-" You have to stop yourself before you cry.

"Here," he says, grabbing the yellow envelope, "I gave some pictures of some houses, and there's one I really like."

Instead of driving your boyfriend home, you sit in the car looking at pictures of beautiful homes, and daydreaming about where how you'll arrange the living room, where you'll put the bed, Amy playing in the backyard.

"Hey, look at this last one," he tells you.

"Is this the one you like?"

"Yeah," his face has a happy, soft smile as he thinks about moving into this house with you; he just knows it's perfect.

"Hmmm... San Diego, huh? 4 bedrooms and a mother-in-law suite. Sam we don't need 4 bedrooms," you look up at him.

He gently places his hand on your belly, "We might."

Your heart just melts... Even if you aren't sure about kids, clearly the thought makes him happy.

"Okay so there's a pool and a lot of grass, maybe we could put a trampoline there..."

• • •

Boxes are scattered all around your new home; you picked the one in San Diego, of course. It's completely perfect.

The movers had dropped off all the big furniture and help you set it up; Sam even got them to help set up Amy's trampoline, and he was so thrilled to surprise her with it. But it will be a few more days before the decorators can come to paint, unpack, and lay out the rest. Nothing but luxury for Sam Rothstein and his "wife."

Right now, Sam is dropping Amy off at the neighbor's house for a play date, so she can get to know the kids in the area. Of course, you two had been sure to meet with this couple first to scope them out, making sure they are safe for Amy to be around.

The plan is to get some unpacking done when your man gets home, but you thought it might be nice to spend some quality alone time together in your new home.

"Honey, I'm home!" Sam chimes at the front door; it makes him so happy to be able to say that. Sam stops at the door to look around for you.

You saunter down the hallway, wearing a black trench coat and bright red high heels, "Hey, sexy!"

"Mmmm," Sam moans, "I think I should be saying that to you. What's this, baby?"

You stop just out of his reach and untie your jacket, holding it open to show off a new set of candy red lacy lingerie, "Just a little..." you turn around and drop the coat to the floor, revealing a big red bow at the top of your ass, "house warming present." You throw him a sultry look over your shoulder before walking into the kitchen, heels clicking loudly on your new porcelain floor.

Sam pulls his jaw up off the floor and quickly follows, watching as you crawl up onto the marble-top kitchen island. He walks over, appreciating your body by rubbing his hands on your sides, eyes roaming the red fabric hugging your frame. You rake your hands through his hair, and pull him into you, landing his face right between your breasts, which he seems very okay with judging by the way he closes his eyes and starts kissing at them. He wraps his arms around your waist, trying to pull you off the counter.

"Oh no, sir, Mr. Rothstein, you're not taking me to that bedroom. If we're gonna break this house in, we're gonna do it my way. What's that thing you like to say?" You look up acting like you're trying to remember, "There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, and the way that I do it..."

You practically yank him up onto the counter with you, his legs fumbling with the bar stools to help get him up there. Before Sam can even get his bearings straight, you have his back pinned against the marble, your lips taking his in a passionate, sloppy kiss.

Sam pushes you off of him, breathing heavily, "Damn, baby girl, where's this coming from? Not that I'm complaining."

"Well, my sexy, rich sugar daddy just bought me a nice, new house, and I just wanna thank him," you nuzzle into him.

"Sugar daddy, huh? Is that all I am to you?" he gives you a loving look, both of you smiling at his joke.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Moneybags..." You sit up and stretch a leg across his lap straddling him. As you grind your hips back and forth against his hard on, you both let out some light moans and hot sighs. His belt buckle makes some clinking noises as you unhook it before swiftly tugging it from his belt loops and dropping it to the floor.

Zip! You open his pants and pull them down just a few inches so you can return to grinding against his member through a much thinner layer of fabric. When Sam's fingers snake towards his groin so he can further please himself, he's met with a harsh smack on the hand.

"All the pleasure you feel is gonna come from me, got it?" you tell Sam.

He raises his eyebrows, surprised by this change that's overcome you, but down for the ride--literally. The pressure of his hardness against your clit is a great warm up for you, so you keep at it until Sam has a couple of wet spots on his underwear: one from you and one from his pre-cum soaking through.

At that point, you move off of him enough to pull his pants and boxer briefs down to his upper thighs, his erection springing free. You crawl back on top of him, pinning his wrists to the counter just above his head while you kiss him. You pull away, stroking his chin and swiping your thumb across his lips.

"Ready, baby?" you ask, kissing his cheek lightly.

"I- uhhh, yeah," he breathes out.

"Cat got your tongue, silly?" you giggle.

"No, I just, I've never -uh- had a girl top me quite like this," he explains.

"Oh, um, should I stop?" you ask innocently as you grind against his dick again.

"NO- no. I, um... You shouldn't stop."

The way Sam is fumbling through the conversation tells you that he probably likes the treatment he's being given, and so you move your hips against him a few more times before moving your panties to the side and guiding his member to your entrance. Your boyfriend let's out a low groan when he feels that warm wetness surround his sex; you think that's probably his favorite part of making love.

You start by setting a leisurely pace, knowing Sam will want more, but, gosh, the tease is so satisfying too...

"Please, baby," Sam breathes.

"Please what?" you play dumb.

"Go faster... Please, baby." So predictable of him.

"Mmmm, you mean you don't like when I take my time with you?" You speed up juuuust a little bit, but not nearly as much as he would've liked.

"I thought I was in charge in the bedroom," he groans.

"Well, we're not in the bedroom are we?" You lean down to kiss him, pinning his hands down again, next to his shoulders this time. You continue to hold them down while you pick up the pace, leaving Sam feeling a bit helpless as he can't touch you.

You take a little break from all the bouncing to slide back and forth, achieving a new kind of friction. Sam curls his hips up into you, clearly enjoying the sensation.

"Let me touch you, please?" Of course you're going to give in, but not without hearing him beg a little more. No one has this kind of control over Sam "Ace" Rothstein; no one but you. "Babyyy... Please, you know I like to hold you."

He gets nothing but silence in response, oh, and your hips working even faster, which only serves to make him more needy. "(Y/N), please... please, baby, I wanna hold you so bad."

You let go of his wrists and intertwine your first with his for a moment before his hands move to your face to cup your cheek. Afterwards, his palms smooth over your chest and arms; he's looking up at you: your pretty face, soft skin, the way your hair bounces along with your breasts as you ride him.

His hips become less tame the closer he gets to his climax. He's a man who just can't help himself; he likes to be in on the action, even if he isn't on top.

You lean yourself back, placing your palms on the cool countertop, giving him a great angle to attack your g-spot. Sam's hands roam your thighs until you find your rhythm with the changed position, but once he knows he's hitting the right spots, his fingers dive in to stimulate you from the outside as well. One hand pinches and rubs your nipple while the other sets a dangerous speed on your clit.

Despite you trying to have so much control over him, Sam just knows exactly what buttons to push on you, and you're cumming in a matter of seconds. The way it snuck up on you causes you to bend forward as your orgasm pulses through you.

The man beneath you takes advantage of this by pulling you flush to his chest, bracing his feet on the counter top, and railing up into you as fast as he can. You turn into nothing but a noisy mess as he uses your body to get off.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming..." Sam finds his release before he even realizes it; he just feels so tangled up and lost in the pleasure of being with you.

A few seconds later, you both find yourselves lying on the kitchen island, completely limp and trying to catch your breath. Sam lazily rolls onto his side, rolling you onto the marble counter beside him. Goosebumps litter your skin as the cold countertop comes in contact with you. You both lay on the counter, staring at each other before you both brsk out into giggles.

"I can't believe you let me fuck you on this thing," you laugh, patting the marble, "and I can't believe you let me fuck you... Like that. I wasn't being too much, was I?"

Sam tucks himself back into his pants, zipping them up and buttoning them before wrapping an arm around your waist. "What? You being a little dominatrix? No, I don't think it was too much," he nuzzles his nose against yours and gives you a few soft kisses. "But," he starts, "the only woman allowed to have me like that is Mrs. Sam Rothstein..."

"Well, uh- that's not me..." you say, a little confused.

"It could be," he says in a low, soft voice, "Whaddya say? You wanna marry me?"

"Sam-" you start to feel overwhelmed for a few reasons: 1. He literally just proposed to you, but 2. "You're still married, Sam. I couldn't be your wife even if I wanted to!" Tears start to form in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhh..." he says, pulling you into a cuddle, "You remember when I flew back to Vegas last week to go close the sale on the house there?"

You sniffle and look up at him, "Mm-hmm."

"Well I ran into one of the judges that used to come by the casino all the time, he was a big spender, but we treated him real nice. He told me he had heard everything from his friends on the force, everything about Ginger and the car bombing. We talked for a while, and he told me to stop by his chambers before I left the city," Sam fishes in his pocket for some folded up papers, "and he gave me this."

He hands you the papers to unfold and look at. "Oh... Oh, Sam! He granted you a divorce. Why didn't you tell me??"

"I wanted to surprise you..." He smiles that charming smile.

"Well, I'm certainly surprised," you hug him by nuzzling into his chest, "I didn't even know you were considering this yet."

"I've been considering it for years, honey," he whispers, kissing you on the temple, "ever since I told you I love you."

You both pause to simply take in the other person for a moment: Sam's clothes all disheveled and your still in your lingerie, cuddling on the stone counter.

"You know I think you're perfect, right? If there was just one thing I could change about you, it would be your last name. So, whaddya think, princess? You wanna try Rothstein on for size?"

The tears quickly return to your eyes, "Yeah, yeah- yes!" You grab his face and start kissing him over and over.

He can hardly pull you off of him for all the kisses, not that he wants to. However, when you decide you're done loving on your fiancé, he apologizes, "I'm sorry I don't have a ring for you right now, but ummm," he reaches for his little pinky ring; it's gold and pink to match his outfit for that day, "you can wear this for now." He slips the piece of metal onto your left ring finger; it doesn't fit that well, but you're honored to wear it.

Sam sits up, sliding off the counter. He stands at the edge of the island, pulling you towards him and wrapping your legs around his waist. He cups your head in both his hands and kisses you softly. "Wanna go to 'break in' the bathtub, Mrs. Rothstein?"

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[buckydeniro]

jimmy conway headcanon inspired by the “i’m gonna take a shower. do you care to join me? “you know, honey, there’s a gun in the footlocker in the garage. if i ever say no to that question i want you to use it on me.” scene in modern family whdkdhkfj

jimmy conway x reader

• it was a rare day for jimmy to be at home so you both took advantage of all the time you could spend with each other

• lets be honest you tagged along with him on a lot of his things

• poker nights with the guys, collecting money from people, almost everything

• even his hits

• what can you say, you two were inseparable.

• jimmy’s on the couch reading the newspaper, relaxing in comfortable clothes instead of his usual suits and you smile to yourself, on the opposite end of the couch where you’re lying down, at the sight before you.

• as if he senses you staring at him he turns his head to look at you a smile that’s mixed with a smirk sneaking it’s way onto his face

• “can i help you?”

• your smile grows, biting down on your bottom lip, haphazardly putting your book aside, deciding to jump up and move to sit in his lap, arms intertwining around his neck as his arms snake around your waist, your movements communicating in their own language

• it’s silent for a few seconds, you two just looking at each other with endearment

• your fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and his fingers rubbing up and down softly against your back

• “well, i was thinking of taking a shower..”

• he cocks his eyebrow at you, listening

• “care to join me?” your eyes have a playful glint in them and his eyes now are filled with mischief and lust

• “you know, honey, there’s a gun hidden in the garage. if i ever say no to that question i want you to use it on me.”

• you laugh bubbly, shaking your head at him as your giggles die down

• his smile growing at the sight of yours

• lifting his eyebrows up quickly he picks you up carrying you to the bathroom “lets go”

• him smirking on the way to the bathroom with you

• and you laughing and him joining in chuckling because you’re laugh is so contagious

• okay bye

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[imaginationnation]

A day

A belated birthday gift for the amazing 🎉🌹 @robert-de-niro-only-fans

I love you and hope you like this! 💕

You were at work doing inventory, daydreaming as usual, when you found this curious pendant with an inscription. In very small cursive, it read: To whom this treasure says, true love will find today. You sighed wistfully “If only you were right, little treasure. Today might be the best day ever”.

After setting it down carefully, you continued diligently taking note of other articles in the antique shop you worked at. You were counting through a pack of vintage postcards when you heard the bell of the door chime.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in a second!”, you placed the postcards in a box, wrote down the number, and walked to the front of the store, where you found yourself staring at the sexiest -and most extravagantly dressed- man you had ever seen.

”Hello!”, you repeated, suddenly extremely nervous. You’d think you felt less flustered when he smiled a crooked little smirk at you, using only his lips, but it only made it worse. Luckily for you, he then spoke, and damn it if that wasn’t the sexiest voice you had ever heard. “Hello there, miss. Are you the owner of this fine establishment?”

“Oh, no, but I have worked here for a while now, I’m sure I can help you find anything you need...or want”, you answered, doing your best to sound sultry and not as overly excited as you felt.

He smiled again, now with a little eyebrow raise, “Well, it just happens to be that I am considering to buy this quaint little place. I’m looking into...expanding, my business”.

“You can’t do that!” you both looked surprised at your outburst. But it came right out of your mouth without a doubt. He waited for you to continue. “I’m sorry, Mr…”

“Rothstein. Sam Rothstein. But please, call me Sam”

“Sam”, you smiled. “I’m sorry, but this is a family establishment. The owners have taken care of it for generations. It’s very close to their hearts and there’s no way they would sell it out to some fancy gentleman who can surely find another quaint little establishment around here to….expand, his business.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I’m sure I could talk them into an agreement. They would find it very hard to refuse, I can tell you that”, he answered. He might have seemed a tad arrogant to someone else, but you could tell there was something else about him. A broken, self-healed wound that made him determined to go for it, no matter the challenge.

“I find that hard to believe”, you challenged. His eyebrows rose again.

“All right then. I can tell you’re a very knowledgeable woman and you care about this place and its owners. I respect that”. You smiled. “Now here’s another offer” You tilted your head, this man was unbelievable!

“An offer I can’t refuse?”, you countered.

He laughed, and God! You almost melted. He shrugged. “I guess you could call it that. I can actually bet you won’t say no. And I know one or two things about betting”.

“You bet? And what do I win if I say no?”

“You name the prize.” He smiled once again. Damn him. You could think of a few options, but you had to admit you were too intrigued to decline the invitation anyway. 

“All right, Sam. Shoot”

“What say you come with me and show me all the other quaint little places you say I can find around here, and after I decide on which one I can use for my business, you let me buy you dinner for your kind assistance”.

You could not contain the smile on your face. “Deal. Just wait a little while? My shift is almost over” He nodded. You then remembered something. “Wait! You never said what you got if you won the bet”

And there it was, the crooked little smirk that took your breath away. “Oh, I will think of something”.

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A year later, Sam walked through the crowd of his new establishment with you on his arm, introducing you to everybody and flashing that killer smile every time you two locked eyes.

You had indeed succeeded in finding another quaint little place for him to turn into a fine restaurant, which you were now inaugurating together. When the time came to toast the grand occasion, he asked everybody to raise their glasses, amidst cheers and clapping all over the place.  

“Thank you, thank you all, for being here. There is, however, one person I want to thank for making this possible.” He then turned to his side, where you held your glass expectantly. The moment your eyes met his, you knew this was no simple toast.

“Ashley, my Ashley, every moment that has passed since we met has made my life brighter. Being by your side, everything is possible.”

The crowd merged in sing-song “awwwws”. Your eyes filled with tears. “Sam…”

All of a sudden he was opening a little velvet box with the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen.

“Ashley, light of my life. Will you be my wife?”

Your “Yes!” was followed by cheers, whistling and boisterous congratulatory yells of the crowd. 

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Later that evening, after a heated consummation of your engagement, you lay with Sam draped over you, amidst his luxurious satin sheets.

“Sam, this has been the most wonderful day of my life...well, actually, I think the day we met is going to be my favorite day forever”

“Funny you should mention it”

“What do you mean?”. You started protesting when he got up from bed, but it only took him a moment to retrieve something from a drawer in a vanity nearby.

“I’ve had this for a while now, guess I was waiting for the right time.” He placed a small rectangle in your hand, kissing you softly. “Hope you like it”

“Sam Rothstein, you terrible tease” you opened the second jewelry box you were presented with that evening, to reveal the pendant you’d found a year before, just before you met Sam. “How?!...when?”

“I had to get it, after you told me the story behind it”

“But I told you about it just a few weeks after we met” It has taken that, just a few weeks for you to know you were deeply in love with Sam. And so you told him about the old pendant with the inscription that seemed to bring him to you that day in the antique shop you used to work at.

“And I went to get it the very next day”

“You are incorrigible, Mr. Rothstein” you kissed him soundly and snuggled into him.

“Thank you, Mrs. Rothstein, if you don’t mind me calling you that. I just love the sound of it. Mrs. Ashley Rothstein”

“I love it too”. You smiled and squeezed the pendant while you hugged your fiance, amazed at how everything changed that day in the antique shop.

                                            ✨ 😘 💖 😘 ✨

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Ashley!!!!! Thank you for making such wonderful conent for all of us thirsty hoes. Cheers to your life with Sam Rothstein! 

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[darling-i-read-it]

A Room

Sam ‘Ace’ Rothstein x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: insinuations to smut 

Author’s Note: I’m vibing. V i b i n g 

Summary: no plot really just some talking and you taking Ace upstairs to save him from Nicky 

Genre: fluff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif) (i wanna talk about this suit. I wanna talk about the lifechanging suit)

Ace was a popular man at this point in his life. He had the casino and he had the power that he needed to be a success story around the parts. Beyond that, he had you. He had the best girl in the world and he wasn’t exaggerating when he said that. He believed you were likely the best thing that would ever happen to him, especially since he had gotten rid of Ginger. Ginger had been problem after problem and he was glad he never married her, even though he had thought she would bring him some sort of happiness. 

He had found you and that was what counted.

You stood in the middle of the floor and he could see you, through the smoke flying above people's cigarettes and the slot machine noises. You were overlooking the place like you owned it but your outfit betrayed you. It was bought by Sam, one of his favorites. A sparkly showy dress that hit your just above your knees. Your hair was done perfectly, the do perfect. 

“You keep staring at my wife like that I’ll break your kneecaps,” Sam said, taking some cash from one of the dealers before turning to Nicky. He laughed, gesturing to you.

“She looks like a Goddess, the fuck am I supposed to do? It would be a crime not to look at her. It would be an insult,” Nicky said, turning to his friend. You started to walk over and Nicky slicked back his hair a bit, watching you as you did so.

“I’ll still break your knee caps,” Sam said as you approached. You put your hand carefully on his back, smiling at Nicky.

“Hi boys,” you said smoothly. “Do you mind if I steal Ace away for a few minutes Nicky?” He nodded, shrugging.

“I don’t see a problem with it as long as you come back and steal me away after.” You gave him a stare but he ignored it.

“You know I love you babe but not that much,” you promised.

“‘Ight quit it,” Sam said after a moment, grabbing you by the hit. You put your hand on his chest, looking at him with starry eyes. “Whatcha need?”

“For you to join me upstairs,” you said. “I need to run somethin by you.” 

“I hope it’s that lipstick of yours,” he said cheekily. You shrugged and started to walk away, walking through the casino. Both of you were watching the floor subconsciously, making sure that everything was going smoothly.

You got into the elevator together and you hit the top floor where the two of you lived. You stepped out a few moments later and walked into the large penthouse of a house. 

“Alright what is it you needed?” he asked. You walked across the large room. It was a gorgeous place and you were both quite proud of it. He used to live in a house but you wanted a place together and you got to design it all together as well so it had bits of both of you sprinkled around the room. You sat down on the light blue seat. The wall behind you was only windows, showing the backdrop of the night city. 

“I thought I’d save you before Nicky did something shitty. Come here.” You gestured for him to come over and he did so, walking to stand in front of you. You crossed your legs and put your hands on the arm rests, looking him up and down. “I like your suit.” 

“Thank you.” 

You finally stood up and put your hands on the suit, opening the jacket a bit and then closing it. 

“We should be down on the floor,” he said.

“To make sure no one cheats? In your place? They’d be super fucking stupid to do that.” You leaned into his chest and he let you. He was trying to gauge just what you were about to do. Usually you tried to throw in something random with your relationship, you had him on his toes often. He liked that about you. You were a safety but also some sort of danger. Always keeping him guessing.

“You think Nicky-”

“If you’re going to ask me if I would sleep with Nicky-”

“That’s not what I was going to ask,” he said laughing. You shrugged and turned him around so that you were facing the wall of windows. You pushed him down onto the chair lightly. You sat on his lap, slinging your legs over the side. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What were you going to ask?” 

“You think Nicky is good for this kind of work? Like, will he make it,” he asked as though you knew any more than he did. In fact you knew less about the job. You had married into it.

“I think he’s impulsive and stupid. But that’s not really my place. I like him, he’s funny,” you said honestly. He put his hands on your waist to steady you and make sure you didn’t fall over. 

He nodded.

“I don’t know.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him gently to shut him up.

“You wanna know the real reason I brought you up here Ace?” you whispered against his lips.

“What’s that?” 

Your hand traveled down his chest and to his crotch. You grabbed and he laughed, stiffening up.

“Figured we’d get a room.” 

“Half think Nicky would have preferred we stayed down there,” he laughed. You kissed him chastely.

“Fuck Nicky, he’ll be dead by the end of the week.” 

“Let’s stop talkin about Nicky.” 

“Good plan,” you said before kissing him again.

#sam rothstein x reader #sam rothstein imagines #sam ace rothstein x reader #robert de niro x reader

[junker-town]

UConn’s Danny Hurley drew the softest ejection of the college basketball season

College refs must be stopped.

Danny Hurley has a solid resume in his fourth season as head coach of the UConn Huskies men’s basketball team. Hurley made the NCAA tournament for the first time last season, developed an NBA lottery pick in James Bouknight, and has his team back to playing at a top-25 level again this season. There’s one thing Hurley hasn’t done since taking over the program: beat Villanova.

The Wildcats have been the premier power in the Big East for much of the last decade, and are again a top-10 team this season. This felt like a true measuring stick game for the Huskies. UConn played its heart out to earn a season-affirming victory, but Hurley wasn’t around to see it. Instead, he was tossed from the game in the first half on one of the weakest ejections you will ever see.

With under five minutes left in the first half, Hurley started yelling at the refs when he believed guard Tyrese Martin got hacked on a layup attempt. The refs didn’t make the call, and Hurley barked at the officials as play went down the other end. Hurley was eventually given a technical foul by the refs. He proceeded to turn around and pump up the home crowd, which earned him another technical. Seriously.

Watch the ejection below:

After receiving his first tech, Danny Hurley got ejected for this......... fix college basketball pic.twitter.com/irgQZIFcdy

— Matt Esposito (@MattEsposito_) February 23, 2022

Here’s the full sequence:

Here is the Danny Hurley sequence in its entirety pic.twitter.com/nN9wCgIukT

— Let's Talk Big East Hoops (@Hoops2College) February 23, 2022

This is simply one of the softest ejections you will ever see in college basketball.

The ref must have believed Hurley was showing him up by igniting the crowd, but he needs to grow up. This is a high stakes game with less than two weeks before the conference tournament, and no one came to see him. To toss Hurley is that moment is completely inexcusable.

The official who tossed Hurley was heavily criticized on Twitter during and after the game:

Just saw the Dan Hurley ejection. What an embarrassment by those officials. Are you kidding me? Imagine feeling that threatened/shown up that you have to call a technical because Hurley tried to pump up the crowd. Unreal.

— Sam Vecenie (@Sam_Vecenie) February 23, 2022

Absolutley horrendous by this crew to toss Hurley out of the game. HORRENDOUS.

— Matt Norlander (@MattNorlander) February 23, 2022

That is one of the worst calls I have ever seen in my life. A miscarriage of justice in Hartford. Unfathomable.

— Jon Rothstein (@JonRothstein) February 23, 2022

Without their head coach, UConn still came through with an absolutely incredible victory.

The Huskies trailed 69-65 with 31 seconds remaining as Villanova went to the free throw line. Nova missed, and UConn got a three from 6’9 senior forward Tyler Polley. R.J. Cole then stole the ball from Collin Gillespie and made a layup. Cole then took a charge from Gillespie to seal the win.

Watch full highlights of the game here:

Hurley wasn’t able to coach his team in the biggest game of their regular season, but the credit the Huskies for one incredible response.

[annadelveys]

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[fangirl-imagines]

The Best Gift for Last//Sam Rothstein x Reader

A/N: A chessy and fluffy Sam fic for the last night of Hanukkah tomorrow! Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate. 

It was the last night of Hanukkah and Sam could tell there was something off with you. It was your first time celebrating Hanukkah, having not been raised Jewish yourself, but you had been excited to have Sam share this part of his culture with you. Sam himself actually hadn’t celebrated the holiday since he was a kid and still celebrating with his grandparents but to him getting to celebrate holidays with you and one day your children together was something he dreamed about and looked forward to. Tonight however, you seemed preoccupied, not paying attention to what Sam was telling you and barely touching any of your food. 

Sam sighed and leaned back into the couch, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“What?” You asked, blinking as you came back to reality. 

Sam shook his head, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly. “Come on, I know something is up with you. Are you going to tell me so I can fix it?” His smile faltered, “Did you, did you not like celebrating with me?”

“What? Oh, God no, Sam.” You shook your head, sinking back into the couch and letting your head fall on Sam’s shoulder. 

You played with his fingers, taking a deep breath. 

“Then what is it?” Sam asked gently, kissing the top of your head. 

You stayed silent for a second before sitting up straight and facing Sam with a nervous smile. 

“Let’s not worry about that right now okay? I think you still need to open your last gift.” You said, quickly standing up and going to fetch the small rectangular box you’d wrapped with a pink bow, Sam’s favorite color. 

You moved quickly, almost tripping over your own feet as you went for the gift and back to the couch quickly. Sam watched you closely like you were one of the players in his Casino who he was trying to figure out how they were cheating. He could tell you were keeping something from him but he didn’t know what. Sam decided not to push things too far right now though, smiling at you softly as you sat down. 

He chuckled, “You know you didn’t have to get me anything.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “I wanted to, Sam.” You said, a nervous grin forming on your face. “Besides, this is something you’ve been wanting for a while.” 

Sam raised a brow at you, looking down at the small, carefully wrapped box in your hands. He wasn’t sure what on Earth you could have come up with for him but he couldn’t remember saying he wanted anything lately that could have fit in that box. He took the box from you carefully, surprised by how light it was. ‘Too light to even be a watch’ he thought to himself, shaking it slightly like a kid as he looked at you, expecting to see you laugh but the nervous smile hadn’t left your face. His smile dropped slightly seeing how serious you looked. He leaned in and took your chin between his fingers, kissing you gently. 

“I love it.” He whispered against your lips.

“You haven’t even opened it yet.” You laughed.

 “I don’t have to.” He smirked, “It’s from you.” 

“Sam, open the box.” You bit your lip. 

He sat up straight and pulled away from you slightly, looking down at the little box in his large hands and pulling gently at the pink ribbon on top until it gave away. Glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, he pulled the top off. The thin white piece of plastic inside stared up at him, making his eyes narrow in confusion. You watched with butterflies in your stomach as Sam pulled the pregnancy test out of the box, turning it over and catching sight of the little pink plus sign staring back up at him. He paused, his entire body frozen as his eyes widened and you could practically see his mind going a mile a minute behind those blue eyes of his that you loved so much. 

“Sam?” You asked hesitantly, “Please say something.” 

Sam didn’t say anything, still looking at the test. He turned his head and looked at you. You were taken back by the glossy tears in his eyes. 

“Sam?” You reached out and gently grabbed his shoulders and just like that he had dropped the test into the box and had you wrapped in his arms, pulling you tight against him. You laughed, squeezing him back. “You’re happy?” You asked, fighting back your own tears at Sam’s reaction. You hadn’t been married very long but you knew how badly Sam had wanted a family. 

“Baby,” Sam pulled back, pushing your hair out of your face, “Tell me you're serious.” He demanded, “I need you to tell me you’re serious.” He said, looking you in the eyes, the smile never leaving his face. You smiled at him, nodding, 

“We’re going to have a baby, Sam.” You said choking back tears. 

Sam shook his head, pulling you towards him and kissing you passionately. “We’re going to have a baby.” He whispered against your lips with a grin. 

It looked like next years Hanukkah would be a very different one. 

#Sam Rothstein #sam rothstein x reader #sam rothstein imagine #casino #casino imagine #casino 1995 #casino 1995 imagine #robert de niro #robert de niro imagine #robert de niro x reader #hanukkah #hanukkah imagine

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

My Masterlist 💖✨

This is my masterlist! You can find links to all my fics and imagines here. Thank you so much to everyone who reads and supports my work!

Please let me know if there are any issues with any links in a DM!

My requests are closed, but I'm always down to talk about headcanons or ideas. Who knows? You may inspire something!

Updated 5/23/2021

Fanfics

Robert De Niro, himself

Take Me Home Tonight (smut)

Just Friends

Day in the Office

Back to School

Headcanons for Dating a Very Young Robert De Niro

Smut Alphabet for Robert De Niro (smut)

Pay Day (smut)

Sam “Ace” Rothestein

Ace of Hearts (very long!) (smut)

Headcanons for Reader with Anxiety

Some More Headcanons for Reader with Anxiety

"You're All Wet"

Strictly Professional (smut)

Jimmy Conway

The Lesser of Two Evils

You and I (short, based on the Lady Gaga song)

Headcanons for Paulie’s Niece coming back to Brooklyn (this has all the Goodfellas in it)

Uncle Jimmy (smut)

Escape (smut)

Max Cady

Absolute, Unconditional Surrender (smut)

Dewey Decimal System (smut)

Frank Raftis

Sneaking Around with You

Louis Cyphre

Hell-ish

Drag Me to Hell (smut)

Lloyd Barker

Wet Shoes

Rodrigo Mendoza

Accidents Happen (smut)

Imagines

Robert De Niro, himself

Imagine being on of Robert De Niro’s Assistants

Imagine lying on the couch with Bobby

Imagine Robert De Niro reading your favorite book to you

Imagine going to a movie premiere with Robert De Niro

Imagine cuddling up on the couch, sipping hot cocoa, and watching a movie with Robert De Niro

Imagine getting a phone call from Robert De Niro on Christmas

Imagine meeting Robert De Niro on New Year’s Eve

Imagine a casual night at Robert De Niro’s New York apartment

Imagine being a model that catches Robert De Niro's attention

Imagine Robert De Niro taking you out to buy a new dress

Imagine Robert De Niro getting you a special gift to signify his pet name for you

Imagine coming home to your boyfriend after a night out with the girls

Imagine waking up next to Robert De Niro in your birthday! 🎂

Imagine getting upset in front of Robert De Niro for the first time

Imagine sneaking around on set with Robert De Niro (smut)

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

Imagine Sam Rothstein taking you on a date

Imagine Sam “Ace” Rothstein taking you on vacation

Imagine meeting Sam “Ace” Rothstein while on a trip to Vegas

Imagine having a bath with Sam Rothstein (smut)

Imagine being a drink waitress at The Tangiers

Imagine Sam Rothstein throwing you a birthday party

Imagine Sam Rothstein finding pictures that you drew of him

Jimmy Conway

Imagine a lazy day at home with Jimmy Conway

Imagine Jimmy Conway taking you shopping for a new dress

Imagine watching Jimmy Conway making kids jewelry with one of his “nieces”

Imagine your crush, Jimmy Conway, celebrating your graduation with you

Imagine Jimmy Conway asking you to spend the night

Imagine cooking dinner for all the Goodfellas and making Jimmy Conway help

Imagine going parking with Jimmy Conway

Imagine Black Friday “shopping” with Jimmy Conway

Imagine car rides with Jimmy Conway

Imagine Jimmy Conway getting you a puppy

Imagine Jimmy Conway surprising you for your birthday (smut)

Imagine being the Goodfellas' favorite waitress at their favorite diner

Imagine taking Jimmy Conway on a first date!

Michael Vronksy

Imagine Michael Vronksy flirting with you at the bar

Imagine catching Michael Vronksy’s attention at the wedding (smut)

Imagine being Michael Vronksy's girlfriend

Imagine Michael Vronksy taking you up to the mountains

Imagine surprising Michael Vronsky with a car wash (smut)

Frank Raftis

Imagine secretly meeting Frank Raftis for lunch

Imagine skipping out on work with Frank Raftis

Imagine going Ice Skating with Frank Raftis!

Lorenzo Anello

Imagine a casual night at home with Lorenzo

Imagine waking up next to your husband, Lorenzo Anello

Max Cady

Imagine Max Cady having a crush on you

Imagine hitchhiking and Max Cady picks you up (smut)

Vito Corleone

Imagine meeting Vito one day while he’s working at the grocery store

Imagine Vito Corleone taking care of you, his pregnant wife

Louis Cyphre

Imagine summoning Louis Cyphre

Imagine tricking Louis Cyphre into being your boyfriend

Imagine Louis Cyphre haunting your room at night

Imagine being an angel and keeping an eye on Louis Cyphre

Imagine dating Louis Cyphre and not knowing what he is

Imagine being a little fairy and running into Louis Cyphre

Monroe Stahr

Imagine Monroe Stahr showing you around the sets at his production studio

Imagine Monroe Stahr taking you on a car ride

Jack Walsh

Imagine Jack Walsh serving you coffee

David Merrill

Imagine David Merrill coming over to your place to vent to you

Neil McCauley

Imagine Neil McCauley flying into town to spend the day with you

Imagine running into Neil McCauley on a job

Wayne (Mad Dog)

Imagine Wayne being extra protective of you

Stanley Cox

Imagine cooking Thanksgiving dinner with Stanley Cox

Rodrigo Mendoza

Imagine Rodrigo Mendoza teaching you English

Johnny Boy

Imagine spending the day with Johnny Boy

Bruce Pearson

Imagine dating Bruce Pearson

Imagine Bruce Pearson teaching you to hit a baseball

Giovanni Manzoni

Imagine being Giovanni Manzoni's wife

Don Griffin

Imagine meeting Don Griffin's family

#robert de niro #imagine #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro imagine #fanfic #jimmy conway #goodfellas #sam ace rothstein #casino #max cady #cape fear #louis cyphre #angel heart #lloyd barker #bloody mama #frank raftis #falling in love

[shesarainbow]

Sam Rothstein x Reader

You’re lying down on the soft, comfortable bed, and Sam is reclining next to you. It’s early afternoon, and the casino is usually not crowded, so Sam is staying at home, just relaxing by your side—the only time he can, because, as you know, he loves hanging out at the Tangiers, keeping everything under control and ensuring that none of the hustlers rob his casino.

The phone abruptly begins to ring. Sam rolls his eyes and mumbles, “Excuse me, babe.”, as he walks out of the room to take the phone call.

“Hello? Yeah, Nicky, tell me…”

You inadvertently overhear their conversation as Sam loses his temper and raises his voice through the door being left ajar.

“I don’t care, Nicky. What did I tell you? Keep a low profile. I can’t get involved in any of this, y’know that—no, you listen to me. There can be no false steps now. Alright—what? Yes, you did interrupt us. What do you think? No, I haven’t told her yet—I was about to, when you called… It’s an important matter, and I need my time for Christ’s sake! Anything else you need? No? You sure? Do I have your permission to retur—really? Thanks. Yeah, see ya later. And Nicky? Sort that thing out.”

You raise an eyebrow, perplexed by what is happening. You initially think it’s just Sam and Nicky talking about their stuff, but then you realize you're the main topic of their conversation. You start to feel nervous but try to conceal it.

“Sorry, love.”, Sam returns and sits next to you. You can’t tell if he’s still upset by looking at him. “Where were we?—oh, yes. My beautiful Queen of Sheba, adorned with gold, jewels, and that intoxicating scent I simply adore.”, he says as he kisses your long eyelashes. He strokes your hair and kisses every inch of your lovely face. “My sweet baby, my Venus…”, he coos and smiles. You simply relax as he continues to kiss you. You’re relieved that he’s already forgotten about that phone call.

He stops kissing you and checks his expensive watch, before leaning back and staring at you. Again, that illegible expression on his face.

“We need to talk.”, he says serious.

That phrase sends shivers up and down your spine. You look at him, concerned. All of your hopes are dashed in an instant, and you recall that phone call from earlier. You have no idea what he’s really thinking, but you know exactly what that phrase means.

Your thoughts are racing, and you can almost hear him say that your relationship is over. He’s made up his mind, and there’s nothing you can do to change his mind. You begin to reflect on the previous days and weeks, attempting to recall every detail. Did you say something wrong? Did you irritate him in any way? Is it possible he’s just realized he doesn’t love you? Or maybe you unintentionally encouraged someone to court you? You are well aware of how jealous and possessive he can be.

“Is everything alright?”, you ask, your voice shaking as you muster the courage to inquire. He doesn’t look at you; instead, he stares into space, trying to find the right words. You’re afraid to even breathe normally. You don’t want him to respond, but you also need it. He owes you a response.

“I took a decision. It was pretty hard, actually. Y’know our situation, how it is.”, he admits. His unflappable face is devoid of emotion.

You sigh and lower your gaze. That’s it. You knew it. He’s decided to leave you. In your mind, you are already stranded in the middle of the desert, alone and miserable, with your heart broken. You really love him. You’re grateful for him. He literally took you off the street and welcomed you into his casino. He didn’t have to do it, but he was very happy to help you out. And he was genuinely concerned about you. He lavished you with expensive gifts, jewels, and gold. You appreciated all this, even though all you needed was his love and his care. He was always there for you, even on your bad days, when he just leaned next to you and listened to you.

“It’s not easy for me, babe. You must understand it, ‘cause I’ve never felt like this way before. I don’t know how to tell you, I suppose I should find the right words—but first, I want you to know that whatever’s going to happen, I don't want to push you on this, okay? You’ll be free, I’m not the type of man who—well, perhaps it’s better if…”, he moves away from you, grabbing his jacket and placing his hand on the pocket.

“Sam…”

“Just wait a minute, honey. I’ve something for you here… here it is.”, he returns with a small box in his hand.

“What’s that?”, you inquire, your gaze fixed on the small box.

“Just open it.”, he says as he hands you the box. You pick it up and open it. Inside is a stunning diamong ring that is clearly very expensive. You’re taken aback, but you don’t understand why he bought you a diamond ring.

“I don’t understand.”, you say, raising your gaze to him.

“Don’t you like it?”, he inquires, worried.

“I guess this is a good-bye present…”

“What, sunshine?”, he asks puzzledly raising an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean, Sam. Just tell me, don’t lie to me. Why don’t you just tell me, huh? I’d heard you before, you and Nicky were talking about me and I—”, you burst out crying.

“You eavesdropped? Hey, honey—why are you crying? What?”

“You once told me that honesty is very important to you. Why can’t you be honest with me right now?”, you hiccup.

“I am being honest with you.”, he reassures you as he wraps his arms around you. “You misunderstood me, love. I’m not leaving you. Why would I leave you, huh?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. “You’re not leaving me…”

“No, on the contrary… I only want your happiness, sweetheart.”

You finally realize how wrong you were and feel your cheeks flush. “Oh God, what a fool I am…”

“No, you aren’t. You’re my love. Are you alright now? I suppose it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have beat around the bush.”, he says as he clears his throat and takes the ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, Sam!”, you exclaim, delighted. He puts the ring on your finger. “That’s really beautiful. Thank you very much, Sam.”,

“I’m glad you like it.”, he says as you exchange a passionate kiss.

“Sorry if I eavesdropped on that conversation; it won’t happen again. Besides, I’m not sure what’s up with me lately. I’m so insecure that I just burst into tears over everything. I thought you were going to abandon me, and then I—”

“It’s alright, babe.”

“See? I’m crying all over again! Oh God, why am I like this? I feel so nervous, I don’t know why… so much has happened, I’ve this delay, and I can’t think straight, maybe I’m ill… ”, you can't stop talking, and then it strikes you. You’ve a delay. You've almost completely forgotten about it.

“Could you say it again?”, Sam asks slowly. You remain silent. You’ve never discussed it, so you don’t know what he really thinks. Perhaps he has no intention of ever becoming a father.

“Could you please say it again?”

“I have a delay, Sam. I suppose I’m pregnant…”, you’re about to cry again, expecting Sam to be upset. Instead, he looks at you and smiles.

“You have just made me the happiest man in the world. I’ll be a good father, and you’ll be a good mother. Come here, honey.”

“You’re not upset with me?”

“Why would I, sweetheart? I love you and I respect you. I’ll be devoted to you forever, and I’ll look after you and this little Rothstein here, growing inside you.”, he says as he leans in on you and places a big kiss on your tummy. “Now, I must go; it’s late. But tonight—tonight we’ll celebrate, okay? I love you so much!”

“Love you too, Sam.”, you say as you hug a pillow and watch him leave the room. You feel like walking on air.

#sam rothstein #sam rothstein x reader #robert de niro x reader #robert de niro imagine #sam rothstein imagine #casino #casino 1995 #fanfic #de niro #sam ace rothstein #sam ace rothstein x reader #ace rothstein #sam ace rothstein imagine

[darling-i-read-it]

Headcanons for Dating Sam ‘Ace’ Rothstein

Sam ‘Ace’ Rothstein x reader

Warnings: insinuations to smut 

Requested: by anon, Hi, Sam Rothstein anon here lol! Headcanons about what it would be like to date him or spend time with him, where you go, what you do, etc. 💖 Thank you so much 💘

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Author’s Note: I really was happy with how this turned out so I hope you do as well lovey!

-ace is literally the best boyfriend and other than the whole crime thing is pretty much flawless

-he showers you with gifts, anything you want you have, no matter what it is

-even if just by chance you mention something that maybe one of your friends has that you thought was cute you would have it on the bed by the next day

-it sometimes was annoying and when that’s all you really have to complain about you know that’s something else

-you were pretty protected because you were ace’s girl

-which meant if you wanted something you had it, even if ace wasn’t around

-everyone acted like your friend even if they hated you and no one really got a pass on that except maybe nicky (even though nicky loved your guts)

-in fact if ace ever dropped you for any reason nicky swore he would be there to pick up the pieces 

-you get to walk around the casino with all that power, all that money, all because you fell in love with just the right man

-Ace was a big cuddler and at night always had you in his arms

-he didn’t want anything to happen to you so he liked to have you in his eyes at all times. Not in a controlling type way but just in a protective ‘don’t want you to die’ type way

-and he loved seeing you pursue the floor

-you never played the games but on the occasions that you did play you always won

-it wasn’t even rigged, ace swore

-you just had really good luck

-as for the crime stuff, you usually stayed out of it

-that being said you were surprisingly okay with it

-even when it started to get bad you were cooler about it than he ended up being which was wack

-he thought of you as his rock because he was going through a lot on a daily basis and he knew that no police officer would be able to break your thick skin

-your silent treatment was able to break him

-he knew it would break any kind of authority

-for dates he went all out

-he was the type of guy to leave a trail of rose petals to the bed or something 

-he’d take you to the movies and you would whisper about how good or bad some of them were because it killed you both not to have a conversation for to long

-you confided everything in one another and were constantly talking

-sometimes you would just start talking on the casino floor and suddenly the cigarette that ace was smoking was put out and your lips were on his

-they had to put in a room just for the two of you down there 

-(you asked for it, it was a birthday present, ace loved it) 

-power couple to the m a x 

-like sitting behind a desk with stacks of money on it, sitting on his lap and counting the dollars kind of power couple 

-and to make it even better the two of you were madly in love 

-like you couldn’t tear each other apart for nothing

-he made you laugh and you made him smile

-the kind of love where if you found out the other person was hurt you knew the second it happened because you could feel it in your chest

#sam rothstein x reader #sam rothstein imagines #robert de niro x reader

[junker-town]

The NBA offseason schedule is all wrong

Good morning. We have that and more in Thursday’s NBA newsletter.

The NBA Draft Combine is happening in Chicago through Friday. Team personnel and most draft prospects (minus the elite) are all in town. Of course, we don't know what teams have which picks yet (or if some teams even have picks), because the NBA Draft Lottery isn't until next week.

This shows just how little the NBA's offseason calendar makes sense.

The NBA Draft happens in late June, right after the end of the NBA Finals. The draft really shouldn't occur before free agency, though: teams should be encouraged and liberated to use the draft not just as a craps table where they trawl for stars, but an opportunity to fill roster gaps. The problem is that teams don't know what gaps their roster has until free agency and the trade market flows out!

This is not an original thought -- smart internet people suggest this every year -- but the order of the offseason tentpoles should obviously be: NBA Draft Lottery (within a couple weeks of the end of the regular season), NBA Draft Combine (mid-May is fine -- it retains the ability of kids to decide to return to school), the start of free agency (July 1 works), the draft (fourth Thursday in July), and Summer League (mid-August). Getting the lottery out of the way gives teams some clarity to work with. Knocking out the bulk of free agency before the draft makes the draft more utilitarian. Pushing Summer League to August creates a natural flow into training camp and gives teams an opportunity to make early roster decisions on veterans. (It would no longer conflict with FIBA qualifying, because FIBA is absurd.)

While we're here, there are a couple things the NBA should do to ensure top prospects attend the Combine, even if they aren't submitting to physical tests or competitive games. The first is make attendance a condition of eligibility for early entry. (This would need to be bargained. But NBA players already have mandated media appearances. Why shouldn't the new guys?) These players, to remain on the early entry list, would have to be in Chicago and get measured, submit to some number of team interviews and some non-onerous amount of media availability. (Since European leagues are still in action, there should be an International Combine -- maybe Eurocamp works? -- in early June that doubles as a backstop for American prospects.)

To make the visit worth their while and paint an accurate picture of NBA life, the league should move a couple aspects of the Rookie Symposium to the Combine. Be real about how the NBA is different from college, high school, AAU, the D-League. Start talking to them about agents, managers, money, and lifestyle now.

This plan isn't foolproof, but it makes more sense than the jumble we have now.

Okay, now to real basketball.

The Celtics played their ideal game: a stretched floor, threes galore, the high post and all that. Little surprise, then, that they beat the Wizards 123-101 to get one game away from the Eastern Conference Finals. Avery Bradley was unconscious in the first half. Boston fans gave Kelly Oubre the business. And now we have two teams facing elimination at home over the next two nights.

Thursday night: Spurs at Rockets, 8 p.m. ET, ESPN. San Antonio can advance to the Western Conference Finals with a win. Rockets win and we're going to a Sunday afternoon Game 7. (On Mother's Day. Thanks, NBA!)

The Wizards had a critical Game 5 with a shot to get to the brink of somewhere they haven't been since Jimmy Carter. The Capitals had a big Game 7. And D.C. sports' annual Biggest Night Ever ended like all the others do.

The jury is split on whether Kelly Olynyk is a dirty player. That's ... about right.

Kevin Durant on why top prospects sit out the Draft Combine.

Lee Jenkins on a piece of the Warriors we don't often discuss: their hustle.

I enjoyed Ethan Rothstein's piece on the playoff demons of James Harden and Mike D'Antoni.

Sam Amick goes behind the scenes to find out how the Rockets stay sane during the playoffs.

Ben Cohen on the players picked just before Isaiah Thomas in the 2011 NBA Draft.

I wrote about how Manu Ginobili -- the proto-Harden -- outsmarted The Beard.

Good question: why don't college women's basketball fans follow their favorite players to the WNBA? Via REDEF.

Interesting and sad: Jeremy Lin recounts that racist taunts were worse in college than they've been in the NBA. I can imagine any number of factors. It's deeply unfortunate that Lin or any player is exposed to that at any level, though.

Huge congratulations to The Starters for tallying the 50TH WEDGIE OF THE SEASON!

And finally: Dikembe Mutombo stars in Tall Man in Tiny Plane.