#sam rothstein x reader

[kissproof]

❦ . . . 𝘔𝘠 𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘠 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘎𝘖𝘓𝘋, 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘔𝘌

𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘠: 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘦

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 , 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!/𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 , 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 , 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 <3

you felt as if you’d been dropped, laid spinning like a poker chip on the casino floor when you found his glance. stern and minutely curious with a curl in his brow and cigarette smoke puffing into a hazy diamond over his head. he was absolutely magnetized by you, and you felt it in the pit of your stomach as his dark eyes flickered from across the tables. somehow he’d already touched you, and when you picked up your chips and left the game hot, he felt you sweat. in your innocence there roused suspicions of a cheat, some secret insubordination beneath your clumsiness, carrying and spilling your winnings all over the place. but ace saw right through it. he knew you were genuine, just full of nerves.

you were young, and a virgin, when you became entangled with ace. he waited patiently for you. and you couldn’t have been more enamored by that dedication to your comfortability. many people who observed the two of you imagined that you were in it to sink him out of his finances, leaving when the time was freshly opportune and he had been drained of the abundance he’d earned. but you assured there was no deceit. ace wasn’t the first casino boss that set himself after you. those before him tried and failed to get to your jewels. but deep, deep down you knew he was different. sure he had power and class and magnificent suits like the rest, but it was an undeniable fact that he was the first to make you want it this bad.

when you were alone, dreamily lingering on the phone, he’d ask you things that would make you weak. you’d talk of how many ways he could have you, how you’d feel so delectably good. so divinely wanted. crossing his t’s and dotting his i’s with such conviction and husky breaths that you’d be shaking with that ancient ache between your legs that only he could satisfy.

when you got to be physically intimate, there was no debate that he was absolutely wicked. drawing his hands all over your skin, playing you with his mouth and tongue in ways that made your head spin. it just all felt so right.

the night it happened, you had immediately felt something flick on inside you. he’d been kissing you nice and deep on his big, warm bed. he felt all over you. sank and bulged his fingers around your nerves as he got to whispering delicately in your ear. he was like magic, moving to press up against you from behind in one expert swoop. one hand held your belly, slipping down at a painstaking slowness, and the other cupped your jaw as he settled his hips to the curve of your thighs.

“you want me to take care of you?” he whispered against your ear, curling into your hip until you arched your back and felt every desiring inch of him on your ass.

“you always take care of me...” you answered quickly, turning your head back as best you could to feel his lips on you.

his tongue slicked your cheek and the corner of your mouth before meeting your own in a needy kiss. “always… anything you need, baby… just tell me… tell me.”

then his lips flooded your neck, soft whispers drenching you in a precious white heat. his large hand dropped into your panties and warranted a wispy little moan. he hummed like he was listening to you pulse with the print of his middle finger.

“oh... oh, ace” you twitched under his touch, egging him to circle your clit like he was examining his valuable collection of dice, wet as they spun against his breath. “ace…”

“hm?”

“i... i want it all tonight.” you closed your eyes.

“yeah?” he paused, though still rubbing where you needed with new excitement, “you sure?”

“yes... god, yes i want it.”

pride filling his chest at your affirmations, he went wild for you. and you hadn’t realized it yet, but you were in for one of the best nights of your life.

#robert de niro #ace rothstein #x reader #casino #martin scorsese #respectfully i gotta get these drafts out of my notes :3 #sam rothstein #sam ace rothstein

[just-another-muddafucka]

MASTERLIST ( * means explicit)

RECENTLY UPDATED: 01/17/24

Max Cady

* unwanted visitor - a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

#masterlist #cape fear #max cady #max cady x reader #goodfellas #jimmy conway #jimmy conway x reader #casino #sam ‘ace’ rothstein #sam 'ace' rothstein x reader

[melis-writes]

Hiii meli!! Would you ever write for Jimmy Conway or Sam Rothstein?

It depends!! 👀❤️ Once I get around to watching the films, if I like the characters then I'd definitely be able to whip up some x Reader fic for them!

#requests

[fangirl-imagines]

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. 

#I finally finished! #I'm so proud of myself #sam rothstein #sam rothstein x reader #sam rothstein imagine #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone imagine #jimmy conway #jimmy conway x reader #jimmy conway imagine #casino #casino 1995 #goodfellas #goodfellas imagine #casino imagine #the godfather #the godfather imagine #robert de niro #robert de niro imagine #robert de niro x reader #vito corleone #vito corleone x reader #vito corleone imagine #max cady #max cady x reader #max cady imagine #cape fear #cape fear imagine

[dollwritesarchive]

[ 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?”

♠️ ♠️ ♠️

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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[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Strictly Professional

Sam “Ace” Rothstein x Call Girl! Reader

Enjoy Sam’s rocky relationship with his favorite call girl!

TW: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, prostitution, heartbreak, being involved with two women but its not cheating?

Word Count: 9.3k

As you finish placing the last few snacks down on your little marble tray, you hear the doorbell ring. You have a new client tonight! "Coming!" you yell from the kitchen before rushing to the front door. You take a moment to straighten out your silk robe, checking your reflection in the foyer mirror before opening the door. "Cumming already? I didn't know I was that good," the man says smugly. "Oh, you naughty boy," you say, greeting him with a hug and rubbing your body against his, "Come in, honey." He steps over the threshold, and you close the door behind him. As you slip his sport coat from his shoulders, he starts, "It's nice to meet you, I'm-" "Ace Rothstein. You run The Tangiers." "Ah, so you've seen my place before?" he asks, impressed. "A few times with friends or clients. Plus, you're practically a household name here in the desert." He looks down for a moment, clearly flattered. "Well, I'd like to leave the celebrity outside; you can call me Sam." "Sam, huh?" you saunter up to him, playing with his tie, "It's nice to meet you, Sam. I'm (Y/N)." You pull him close, giving him a kiss on the cheek as you do with many of the men you meet up with. "(Y/N)... I like that." Whether he was referring to your name or the kiss on the cheek you aren't sure, but you can tell he's into you. So you start walking away from him, further into your house: your way of being a tease and letting him see your... "assets." "You can sit here on the couch if you'd like," you throw over your shoulder, "Would you like a glass of wine, Sam?" "Hmm," he hums, looking up as if he's thinking. "Champagne?" you suggest. He gives you a look and raises his eyebrows, "Perfect." "Yes, sir," you say, slipping into the kitchen. You pull a bottle of champagne from your wine fridge, plop it in a bucket of ice, and return to the living room with it. Setting the alcohol on the table, you say, "I'll be right back!" Before trotting off to the kitchen again and returning with your little marble snack tray. "Oh," Sam remarks, looking over the crackers, cheese, meats, petit fours, and chocolate-covered strawberries, "Wow, I've never been treated quite like this before." "Well, the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach," you sit on your knees right next to him on the couch, "and I like to keep my men coming back for more." You pop the cork off the champagne, pouring two glasses and handing one to Sam. You spend some time enjoying your drinks as you get to know one another. You find him very charming, and it's no wonder his casino is such a success. As you feed him a bite of chocolate-covered strawberry, you ponder, "What's a sweet man like you doing with a call girl?" After chewing up the strawberry and taking a sip of champagne, he explains, "I guess I haven't had much luck in love." You hum near his ear, rubbing his chest with your hand, "The man who knows all the odds isn't willing to take a chance with his heart." You start placing sensual kisses along his cheek and shirt collar. He turns his head slightly towards you, looking down at your pretty face, before catching your lips with his. You give him a series of feather soft kisses, waiting for him to want more. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your chest into him. Your hand snakes down from his chest towards the waistline of his pants, where you scratch at the fabric there. The man lets out a grunt and spreads his legs a bit wider. He tries to deepen your kisses, but you tease him by keeping them light and oh-so-gently tracing your fingertips over his groin. When Sam shifts his hips trying to get more friction, you pull your lips away from his and give him a mischievous smile. He stares at you for a moment, his eyes already lust-blown, then he grabs your head roughly and kisses you, hard. You let out a whiny little moan as his tongue presses at your lips. When you allow him access to your mouth, he pulls you across his lap and tightly holds you with his arms around your waist. Straddling him, you feel him holding your hips down so he can press his sex against yours. You'd never seen a man become so needy so quickly. You pull away from his kiss again, but this time, it's to give him a little treat. He makes a disappointed noise at the loss of your lips, but he's pleasantly surprised when he sees you untying your robe and dropping the silky material from your shoulders. You're left in nothing but a white, sheer, lace teddy, and Sam is left breathless. "Beautiful... You're absolutely beautiful, and such a pretty face," he strokes your cheek. There was a sincerity in his compliment that you hadn't experienced much in this line of work. You can tell Sam is a real gentleman. His large hands rub your sides, appreciating the warmth of your skin, and his eyes roam your body, specifically your breasts. He also thinks they're pretty. "May I?" he asks you, glancing at your chest. "Of course, Sam." He gently cups your breasts, softly squeezing and playing with them through the thin fabric of your lingerie. Your fingers cling to the skin of his neck which helps you lean in to kiss him on the forehead. His hands sneak up and untie the lace at the back of your neck; the top of your teddy slides off of you, and Sam's mouth softly surrounds one of your nipples. He suckles at it while his fingers tickle and squeeze your other nipple. You wrap your arms around his head, holding him to your chest while you grind your hips down on his lap again. When you get a needy moan from the man, you ask him, "You wanna go upstairs?" He pops off of your nipple and looks up at you, "That where your bedroom is?" "Yes, sweetheart," another kiss on the forehead. "Can I carry you?" "Sweeping me off my feet already? You make me feel like a princess or something," you giggle! "Well, some of the girls at the casino do call me the King of Hearts," he returns cutely, also with a little chuckle. And with that, he stands up, planting a kiss on you then leading you to the staircase. Your legs are wrapped firmly around his waist as he makes it to the upstairs hallway, asking which door leads to your room. Inside, he sees your large soft bed with freshly washed sheets. "Mm, looks cozy," he points out before he throws you onto the bed, enjoying the way you bounce and laugh. He walks over to a chair at the corner of the room and kicks his shoes off. When you make a move to stand up, he stops you, "No, you just lay there and let me look at ya; I'll undress myself." He gives you a warm smile as he loosens his tie. You get comfy on the bed, grabbing a pillow and cuddling it against your chest, as if spooning it. Then you turn away from Sam, showing off your bare back and cute butt, still adorned with white lace. "Ooh, you're sexy from the backside, too," he tells you. When you peak over your shoulder and see him hanging his pants on the back of the chair, he gives you a wink. Wearing just an unbuttoned shirt and boxer briefs, he walks over to the nightstand beside your bed, "I brought these in case you want to use them," as he sits down a strip of condoms. You simply hug your pillow tightly; every little thing he does makes you feel so special. He comes back over to the bed, this time wearing nothing but his birthday suit. You feel him crawl on the bed behind you, and he lays down to spoon you. "You're making me very jealous of that pillow, you know that?" his voice grumbles in your ear as his palm rubs circles into your butt cheek. You twist around and give the man another passionate kiss, "Thank you for bringing protection, that was very considerate of you. I do like to use condoms, and I keep some here so you don't have to buy them each time... If you choose to come back to see me." He gets right next to your ear to whisper, "If the sex is half as good as your hospitality, I think you'll be seeing me again." The next few moments are a whirlwind of making out, getting the last of your lingerie on the floor, and rushing to get a condom as you could barely keep your hands off of one another. Sam is normally a man that likes to take his time and be meticulous with things, but you treat him in a way that just hits all the right buttons. He can hardly wait to bury himself in you to the hilt. And for good reason, too. He is simply 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 with the way your body feels: your baby soft skin in his hands, your nails in his back, your plush thighs against his hips, even the sound of your moans in his ears, and of course your tight wet warmth squeezing his throbbing member as he fucks you into the mattress. As for you, Sam is one of the best partners you've ever had--scratch that--𝘵𝘩𝘦 best. He's incredibly romantic, involved, attentive to what you like; he'd already brought you two orgasms! You can't wrap your head around how this man is single. "Baby," he gruffly warns you, "baby, I'm gonna cum." His eyebrows furrow and his hips move in a more shallow motion, sinking himself into you a few more times. He revels in this feeling, hanging on the edge of his climax, when a little tear rolls down his cheek. His breath hitches as he inhales sharply, spilling into the condom. He drags out his orgasm by thrusting into you until he just can't anymore. When he collapses on top of you, you simply hold him close, giving him some love and affection. He lies there on your chest listening to the sound of your heartbeat, exhausted from his flood of emotions. Your hand strokes the side of his face, stopping on his cheek and thumbing that tear stain away, "You alright, honey?" He looks up at you with his eyes, the gives you a small smile, "Yeah... It was just 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 good." "Mmmm, so I'll see you again?" "Yes, ma'am... if I can move. Right now, I really just wanna sleep right here." "Well, you're more than welcome to, baby boy. Maybe I'll make you breakfast in the morning," you give him a kiss on top of his hair that had been neatly gelled, but now it's a kinky mess. "Or I'll have you for breakfast," he jokes smugly before giving you a kiss on the neck. • • • It's almost unnecessary to say, but Sam becomes a very regular client of yours. You quickly grow to be his favorite call girl, and as a customer and as a person, he treats you right. In fact, he treats you well enough that you make an effort to open your schedule for him, and he pays you well enough that you can drop some lower paying clients. But perhaps that isn't the only reason you've made yourself so available... "Sam, honey?" you start. You're at his place; since you've seen him a few times now, you've started meeting at his place as well. And boy, is it so nice there! "Yeah, gorgeous?" his voice comes out in a whisper while you laying in bed wrapped in his arms and a post-coital glow. "Want me to run you a bath?" "A bath, hmm?" he gives you that twinkling side eye, the one that tells you he's incredibly happy, even if his lips only wear a tiny smile. "Yeah, so we can wash off. Ya know, I could bathe you... lather you up with a little soap and a sponge... rinse it all off... and repeat," you giggle the last part. "Mmmm, does that cost extra, mama?" "Not for you, sugar." And it's true; he pays you more than enough for you to go above and beyond for him, not to mention how incredibly sweet he is. Sometimes he pulls at your heartstrings with his little pet names for you and the way he appreciates every inch of your body, even if you're just cuddling. Moments later Sam is relaxed back in the bathtub, arms stretched wide, looking absolutely inviting, so you climb right in and sit in front of him, facing him. He leans forward and gives you a smooch before leaning back against the wall of the bathtub. You scoot over to him, tucking himself under his arm, so you can both stretch out your legs. "Sam?" you ask, sliding a hand across his thigh under the water and the suds. "Hm?" he wraps an arm around you, massaging your scalp with his fingertips. You wrap your hand around his length, stroking it easily with the bath water acting as a lubricant. "Ooh, baby," he nearly jumps, legs tensing up a bit, "I'm still a bit- ssss-sensitive from- from earlier." He groans and his thighs twitch from your ministrations. "I know, but I have something to ask you, and I want your undivided attention," you explain, whispering the last part in his ear. "B-but..." is all he can get out as your hand bobs up and down, making him hard again so soon after his orgasm. "Do I have your attention, honey buns?" you chastise him, knowing full well that he can't think of anything but you and the way your thumb is swirling around that over-sensitive tip. "Uh-huh," he nods his head in small movements, his eyes drifting close, giving into that half-uncomfortable, half-pleasant feeling. His hands grab onto you, bracing himself, and you reward him with a few soft kisses before prompting him with your question. It was something you'd never asked a client before. Something you'd been asked by a client and even agreed to a number of times, but it felt inappropriate for you to be the one asking this, especially with such a high profile client as Sam Rothstein. It was funny how quickly you'd fallen into calling him Sam, and it felt special being one of the few people that called him that. "Take me to dinner." It's a simple enough request, but you know the complications involved. "Huh?" Sam's face looks at you hazily, eyebrows arched up almost as if he's drunk. "Take me to dinner, Sam," you repeat, and you realize that you aren't very good at asking a question; those typically end in question marks. His face becomes serious, and your hand comes to a halt and moves away from his member. He sits there, staring off into space and chewing on his lip as he thinks, but when he turns to face you, his eyes immediately soften. "Sweetheart..." he starts and trails off. His large hand softly cups your cheek, dampening your face with water, and he urges you closer to him until your foreheads touch. You both stay quiet like that for a moment, eyes closed before his head tilts back, and he searches for your lips. After a tender kiss, he gathers his thoughts and explains, "You know how much I'd love to take you out. You have such a great personality and you always make me feel so good, in more ways than one. But the fact is: it would do something to my reputation if I were to be seen taking you to dinner." He grabs a wash cloth from the edge of the bathtub and starts to gently wash your features that he finds so statuesque: your shoulders, clavicles, neck, and decolletage. "I know, sugar. Everyone knows that rich men sleep with call girls, prostitutes, hookers, whatever you wanna call us... but they don't wanna see us in public. It's not your fault; I just thought I would ask," you lean forward and give him another series of kisses. You have to admit you're a little sad about it, but you knew what the answer was going to be. "C'mere," Sam says in his seductive voice. "C'mere? I'm right here," you giggle. "Mm, not close enough," he remarks and then wraps his arms around you and pulls you under the water for an onslaught of kisses--seriously this man's tub is gigantic. • • • Just like any usual night with Sam, he shows up to your house pretty late at night after getting off at the casino, but this night, he shows up dressed a little nicer than usual (how he could dress any nicer you don't know) and with a beautiful bouquet of lilies, carnations, chrysanthemums, you name it and it was probably in that bouquet. "Sam! What's this for?!" your voice is so giddy as you hold the huge bundle of flowers in your arms. "Go upstairs and put on one of those nice dresses I bought you, we've got somewhere to be," he wraps an arm around your waist and greets you with a kiss. "Huh?" the confusion comes through in your tone. "Did I stutter? Get that pretty little ass upstairs and change out of that robe..." He softly spins your around and gives your backside a smack, "Leave the lingerie though," he whispers before sending you upstairs. You'd only ever seen Sam's Cadillac before, whether it was parked at your house or outside The Tangiers; you'd never been in it before, but you have to say: it's a very luxurious car. Sam casually cruises down the road, left hand on the wheel, cigarette in the right. Damn, he just looks so good. Once he's done smoking and puts out his cigarette, his fingers lace with yours. "Sam, where are we going?!" you badger him for about the hundredth time. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" he chuckles calmly. Always calm, cool, and collected. But you have your answer only a few minutes later when you pull into a tiny restaurant on the outskirts of town. "I know how bad you wanted me to take you out, and I know this maybe isn't what you imagined, but I promise I tried my best to make it special," he places a kiss on your knuckles before hopping out the car and quickly walking around to open your door for you. As you're walking towards the door of the quaint mom-and-pop style eatery, Sam's arm wrapped firmly around your waist, you see a sign by the door. "Sam, honey, it says they close at 10 o'clock! It's way past 10!" "Shush, it's okay, I know the owners," he holds the door open for you, "Does this place look closed to you?" Inside the place is adorned with twinkling lights strung across the banisters, and little vines of ivy decorate the room. The host leads you to your table which is draped in a white table cloth and is already set with wine glasses and a few candles: a set up a little nicer than usual for a place like this. There are a few other patrons seated around the dining room, but it's far from packed. You almost had to wonder if Sam paid the other guests to have dinner here. As Sam stands before you, pulling out your chair for you to have a seat, you feel like you're in a dream, and suddenly you can't really move. He notices the overwhelmed look on your face, and he steps over, pulling you softly into him. "Hey, you okay?" It's barely above a whisper. You look around him, avoiding his eye contact and once again taking in the simple but elegant decor. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before," your voice sounds raspy and tears threaten to drip from your waterline. "What, this? Certainly you've been to fancier places before," he chuckles, trying to lighten to mood. A small huff of air comes out your nose and your lips can't help but form a smile, "You know what I mean, sweet boy, it's the gesture." "Well, you deserve this gesture and many more," he places a kiss on your cheek then leads you to the table to take your seat. Sam being as charismatic as he is and a bit of a bachelor, the night goes by so well! As much as you enjoy cuddling and having sex with the man, it's nice to see him in a different setting. You are also happy that you are getting to have dinner in a more private place, because it feels like you get to see Sam for who he really is, without any airs he may put on around big spenders at the casino. You really have a good time with your client; he knows how to make a girl feel special, and it maybe even feels a little romantic. It's easy for the lines to get blurred in your line of work, but you've always been good at recognizing boundaries, and what you and Sam have... It's more than strictly professional. No man in his position would go out of his way like this for some broad; he'd have to really care about her to risk his reputation. • • • After that, Sam became more comfortable and started to take you to more dinners, less private dinners. One night before heading home after dinner, Sam's using the restroom when he runs into a manager from a competing casino. "Ace, how are ya?" he says in a rather country accent. Sam simply gives him a nod, trying to be polite but blow the guy off. "You still parading that girl around? Whats her name?" he then mispronounces your name, likely on purpose; it's easy to tell he's being condescending. "(Y/N)." That's all Sam says, glaring at the guy, before moving to the sink to wash his hands. "Yeah, well, word on the street is that Ace Rothstein is dating a whore. Just thought you should know." Sam's jaw clenches tightly as he dries his hands. He discards the towel and stalks over to the man, still at the urinal. One of Sam's hands grips the back of the other man's neck and pushes him forward roughly, so his cheek is pressed against the cold bathroom wall. "I got half a mind to make your skull a part of this bathroom tile. Keep her name out your filthy mouth... You won't get a second chance," Sam practically growls. He roughly releases the other man, then walks out of the restroom wiping his hands and smoothing down the front of his jacket. That night, the sex was unlike anything you'd ever had with Sam. "Oh! Oh!! Sam!" you yell out as he pounds into you. He has you in a mating press, effectively trapping you beneath him with his lips attacking you all across your face and mouth. He sits up, allowing your knees off of your chest a little, and he props himself up with one hand next to your head, the other using his thumb to work circles on your clit momentarily. "God, baby, you're so pretty, so pretty taking my cock," his hips slap loudly and quickly against yours, "You like taking me, more than those other guys, huh? I know you like my cock." He moves his hand away from your clit and pops that same thumb in your mouth. "You like it when I fill all your holes. Such a pretty little slut for me. You take whatever I'll give you," he moves his hand to your throat, fingers roughly rubbing the skin there. You're excited just thinking about what he's gonna do to you. Once one hand gets a grip on your airway, the other joins it, putting a good amount of his weight on your throat as his hip movements quicken. "You're mine, (Y/N), all mine. You hear me?" The lack of bloodflow to your head causes a huge increase in the sensation of his length slamming into you. It's like the only things that exist to you are his dick and his voice. "Mine. You belong to me." He releases you for just a moment to make sure you aren't under too long, but you thank God when he puts the pressure back on, because you'd been close to cumming. "Fuck, baby, my baby feels so good," he furrows his eyebrows to concentrate on fucking into you. Again that feeling of lightheadedness sets in and all you can think about is his member making your walls quake, and just as you slip over the edge of your orgasm- SMACK! The sound vibrates in your ears as you realize Sam slapped your face. You can hardly process what your body is feeling; you just know you're on cloud nine.   Another slap, and an "Answer me, answer me! Are you mine? Are you my princess?" makes you come back to reality a bit. Eyes glossed over and mouth hanging open, you slowly look to Sam and nod your head. "Good," is all he says before kissing you roughly. "Now turn over." His hands release your throat and he pulls out before grabbing your hips and helping you flip your body. Seconds later, he's comfortably inside you again, snapping his hips, desperately searching for his release. Your ass presses against his pelvis, causing him to groan loudly. He slides an arm under your hips to keep that pressure on as his whole body rocks into you. However, he doesn't stay like that long; he's feeling much needier tonight. With his hands on your spine, he shoves you face down into the bed, so he can lift up and fall back down into your hot, tight pussy. Upon hearing your moans muffled by your pillow, Sam taunts you again, "You like it when I break your back, baby?" He speeds up his pace, knowing this is the last push to his climax. His hips slap audibly against your ass cheeks in a very even rhythm as he grunts out his orgasm. He walks his hands off of your back, still holding himself above you, rocking his hips lightly as he rides out the length of his orgasm. You twist your upper body, looking up at the man behind you who bends down and gives you a sloppy kiss before pulling out and going to the bathroom to clean up. You aren't sure what had gotten into him; you've never seen him like that before--so possessive of you. But you certainly aren't complaining if he really meant it about you belonging to him. Besides... there isn't a better guy in Las Vegas to belong to. • • • In the weeks after that, Sam fills all of his free time with you. He comes over regularly even if it's just a visit for a little while before work, or he would insist on having you spend the night at his place, even if you didn't perform your regular services. You can't deny the fondness you have for another's company... This particular afternoon, Sam has taken the day off. You never get to see him when the sun is out, so it's a real treasure, seeing his naked form splayed across your mattress, the sunlight that peaks through the blinds dancing across his skin. The stark lines of light and dark really accentuating his toned arms, well-groomed chest, thighs that are more muscular than one would expect (but you know why they're muscular), and that hefty erection standing upright for you. On most men, their genitals aren't much to write home about, but on Sam... it's almost elegant seeing that long shaft, stiff as a board, resting on his belly with its bright pink tip reaching his navel, not to mention the drops of pre-cum oozing out of him just from the thought of being with you. And since you have all day, you'll take all day to make him feel good. You spend most of the afternoon cuddling in the nude with Sam cupping your breasts and kissing your neck. Everything is slow and gentle but that doesn't make it less of a tease. Several times, Sam presses his body to yours, rutting that pretty cock against your thigh or your butt. Oh, but he doesn't make the afternoon easy on you either. Those devilish fingers of his work all of those sweet spots across your body, toying with that honeypot he loves so much until it's simply dripping for him. And that's when you find yourself on top of your lover, grinding your clit against his hard length, looking for the friction you both desire. Sam is propped up on the mountain of pillows lying at your headboard, gently scraping his hands across your body. "You look beautiful, baby. It's nice seein' you in the sunlight like this," he pulls you forward by the waist to meet your lips with those kisses you love so much, and his hips buck up into yours a few times. You'd been chitchatting off and on all day while teasing each other, so as you continue to dry hump him, his face so close to yours, you open with, "Hey, Sam?" "Yeah, (Y/N)?" he cups on of your cheeks. "Can I tell you something?" " 'Course you can, baby," his hands move to your bare back, tracing his fingertips across the lines made by your muscles and bones. "Well, uh..." Your nerves immediately make you come to a halt. You hang your head, and your eyes peak up at him. "What is it, angel?" "I- I-" you grab his hand and start to fidget with it. "Goodness, baby, I never seen you so nervous. Why don't we lie down, and we'll talk about it, yeah?" "Yeah, okay," you whisper, and he takes you in his hands, gently laying your body beside his; you lie on your sides facing one another. He gently strokes your cheeks with his knuckles before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Now, what is it?" His voice comes out in a whisper, and he has a silly grin on his lips. Your fingers trace shapes into his chest hair, and you decide to just come right out with it, "I like you, Sam, a lot." "Well, I like you, too, honey." "No, I mean-" you take a moment to gather your thoughts, "We've grown really close the past few months, and I think we both have to admit that this isn't a conventional client/call girl relationship. You have me over to your place almost every night," you cast your eyes down, looking away from him, "I guess when you spend that kind of time with someone, it'd be hard not to... What I'm trying to say is that I have feelings for you, Sam. I like all the dates and going out on the town with you, more than I should! It's not like when other guys take me out; it's- it's- it makes me feel special, and I want more. I wanna be more than just some hooker to you!" You end your rant there, your words still hanging in the air. You look at Sam, who's deep in thought. When his eyes pan back to you, he inhales sharply and his facial expression stiffens into that unreadable poker face he's spent years perfecting. "I'm sorry if I gave you that impression," he starts, clearly hiding something behind those eyes, "but this was never meant to be more than sex." "But... It 𝘪𝘴 more than sex." He sits up, turning to get off the bed. "Sam, wait. Where are you going?" "I should leave," he says, stepping into his boxers. "Sam, no, why can't we just talk about it?" "Talk about it? What is there to talk about?! I can't be with a girl like you. And this, what we got here, this isn't gonna work if one of us has feelings!" "But what about all those times we went out? I really thought we had something special," you bargain. "(Y/N), I-" In his rush to get dressed, he pauses for a moment, "I only took you out 'cause you begged me to! And it's already done a number on my reputation! Do you know what it would do to 𝘮𝘦? To my 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘰? If I was to start dating you? If I was to start dating a whore?!" His words land as harshly as they were meant to. It's as if you can feel the fracture forming on that little piece of your heart that belongs to him. That's when your face turns cold, revealing a poker face of your own. "Get out," it comes out as a whisper, then your voice gets much louder, "If that's how you feel, then get OUT!" You put up with a lot in your line of work, but being called a whore by a client crossed the line. It meant they didn't respect you, and you won't give your body to a man who won't respect you. So, finally hearing your front door close and Sam starting the engine in his Cadillac, you finally allow yourself to sob into your pillow. You never expected that to go over so poorly, and you've never cared for anyone the way you care for Sam, the way you crave him in every way: his conversation, his humor, his cuddles, and the way he made you feel needed, even if it was just to spend the night with him. Over the next week, you moved your appointments with your other clients back, not wanting to get upset in front of any of them, plus you deserve some time off. And over that next week, you didn't hear from Sam at all. You guess that he really is done with you... • • • Your week-long vacation turned into a few weeks; you wanted to make sure you were ready to see your regulars again. In that time, you'd been receiving cards and flowers from these guys wishing you well and just being incredibly patient with you. Unfortunately at that same time, you'd heard from the other girls in the business that Sam had fallen head over heels for Ginger McKenna. They didn't know what had gone down between you and him, and everything happened so fast; the assumption is that Sam stopped seeing you because Ginger likes her men to be exclusive with her. But that isn't what happened, and you can't tell anyone otherwise. Perhaps if you were more vengeful, but you aren't, at least not towards him. "(Y/N), honey, I missed you!" you're greeted by one of your loyal customers as he steps over the threshold of your home before picking you up and spinning you around like an old friend. "Damien!!" you squeal as he sets you down, kissing your cheek a few times. He's one of your oldest clients, and it's always a pleasure seeing him. "How are you? You took a few weeks off, is everything okay? You got my flowers, right?" He looks you over, as if checking to make sure nothing is out of place on you. "I'm okay, and yes, I got your flowers. Thank you, that was really sweet of you." Placing a kiss on his cheek, you ask in a teasing voice, "How about you? How did you manage to go nearly a month without me?" "Ah, well," you feel your back meet the wall and Damien places a kiss on your lips, holding your chin in his hand, "I barely scraped by. I even had to resort to using my hand..." "You didn't wanna see another girl?" you ask in between making out with him. "Mmmm, once," he wraps his arms around your waist, "but you know how picky I am." Damien is more than happy to let you take it easy while he does most of the work. He can tell you're still trying to get back into the swing of things, and it had been a while since he'd had a good lay. "(Y/N)," he breathes out, "God, baby, you're so good..." He lays his head on your shoulder, while he tries to catch his breath. This earns a chuckle from you, "I didn't really do anything; you were the one who was so eager. Really, I should be paying you!" You both laugh, and the man rolls off of you. The mood shifts when he asks, "What's going through that pretty head is yours? I've known you long enough, I can tell you're about a million miles away from here." "Damien, you know I don't like to talk about my personal drama; it's unprofessional." "I know, but do you have anyone that you can vent to?" You look away from him, and it gives him his answer. "(Y/N)... Talk to me, tell me what's going on." "Damien..." you mimic his little whine, "I don't wanna get upset and ruin our time together." "You won't ruin our time together. How long have I known you? And I've never once had a bad experience with you. Not to mention all the ways that you take care of me, it's time for you to let someone take care of you, even if it's just listening to you talk." A bit of redness forms under your eyes and on the tip of your nose as you continue to avoid eye contact with Damien. "I've never seen you get upset over anything, honey, what's wrong?" "I, uh... got feelings for a client, a high profile client, and it didn't end well," you murmur into his chest. "He must really be someone special for you to like him so much. In all the years we've been seeing each other, you've never dated anyone, especially not a client. God knows I tried," he chuckles and lifts your chin, happy to see the little smile you have as you reminisce on when he tried to get with you. You divulge all the details of what had happened with Sam, but you kept his identity a secret. You didn't want Damien to form an opinion on Sam or his casino because of you. "He called you a whore?!" Damien exclaims. You're more or less at the end of your story. "Yeah, but I just don't understand. It wasn't like him to be so cold like that... Or to call me names. He's the kind of guy that will retaliate if someone takes a shot at him, but I don't know what I did to him." You search Damien's face for an answer, and luckily, he may have one. "Sounds to me like he's scared." "Hm?" you question. "Scared to let himself be loved. Maybe scared he's gonna get hurt by someone who has been a place of comfort. You said he's with a hustler now? Well, no one expects it to work with a hustler, but he's probably got the money to keep her around, right?" "Yeah, he does," you confirm through a whisper. You turn over, letting Damien spoon you. He was right on the money. His arm snakes around your waist, a hand cupping your breast, and his voice rumbles right in your ear, "I know you're not the type of gal that begs, but I do think you should go talk to this guy, if you really feel that way about him." • • • And that's just what you're doing. You make your way across the floor of The Tangiers, all of the lights and decor dizzy making, in search of the man who runs it all. You've been in Las Vegas long enough to know where the guys who watch the floor would be, and in fact, there's a rather tough looking group of these guys standing in a group, watching the pits, but no Sam. You catch the attention of a few of them, so you shoot them a smile, and the cowboy in the group tips his hat at you before you slip away to the bar to survey the place and find where their boss could've gone. As you slip past the entrance to what looks like a little lounge, you catch a glimpse of him. When you double back, your stomach drops. Lip-locked with Ginger McKenna, he squeezes her so close to him you thought they might become one person. Despite your visceral reaction to seeing him like this, you can't take your eyes off of them. They make a beautiful couple: him in his shiny suit and her tall blonde figure displayed well by her body-con dress. With your spirits thoroughly crushed, your mind starts to race, questioning if you should even bother talking to the man you care so much for. But when you see him handing Ginger some money and her slipping away, you have no choice but to swallow your feelings and say what you came here to say. You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you just have to be confident for a few minutes, then you take your first steps towards him. He leans back casually lighting a cigarette, and he sees you just as you're about to sit next to him, right where Ginger had been. He raises his eyebrows and quickly exhales a puff of smoke, "(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" "Talking some sense into you." There's a pause for a moment before you lay into him, "You told me we couldn't be together because it would hurt your reputation. Tell me how being with a hustler is any better. What? Because she's made a name for herself with the millionaires in this town? Because they like her?? What is it, Sam?" The man before you is left practically speechless, "I... I just like her." "Don't give me that line of bullshit. You liked me too. You're just scared! What did I say that first night we were together? Do you remember? I said you weren't willing to take a chance with your heart. You wanna make the safe bet, but you're being blind. Look at the odds, Sam! She hustles men for money; if you wanna put all your chips on her, it'll be the stupidest bet you ever make in your life..." You finish your tirade in a quiet but serious tone. Almost impulsively, you take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze. You aren't entirely sure what you mean by it. You and Sam sit in silence, your eyes saying everything and nothing to one another. He leans forward, gently places a hand on the back of your head and presses a long kiss to your temple. By that time, you feel the uncertainty of your emotions settling in, so when he pulls back, you take one last lingering look at him before heading out of the room and then practically jogging to your car. As you sit in the car, a frustrated tear staining your cheek, you reflect on what you'd said to him. You didn't grovel, and you hadn't begged him to be with you instead of her; you just told it like it is, and you can only hope he won't make a big mistake... • • •

Sam sits back on the little lounge, puffing on his cigarette, practically frozen with your words still bouncing around in his mind. Truthfully, he was baffled even seeing you; he assumed he had hurt your feelings bad enough that you wouldn't wanna see him again. At least, that was the point... He thought it'd be easier if you didn't want to see each other anymore. He's snapped out of his thoughts by his girlfriend returning to the little sofa and sitting down in the spot you'd just been in. He blinks his eyes a few times and opens the conversation the only way he knows how in his befuddled state, "Any change?" "I hit a few games on the way back," she quickly fabricates. • • • Sam tries his best to put the encounter behind him, but he couldn't help but hear your words in the back of his head every time Ginger showed him some small indicator that she may not be the right choice. Still, he found his feet had carried him right into a jewelry store, and he scanned the glass counters for engagement rings. Once the clerk working that day gets a free moment, he pulls Sam into one of the consultation rooms for high-end customers. Sam's eyes gloss over rows and rows, racks and racks of rings, until he lands on one. The massive rectangle cut emerald stares back at him; it's elegant, but it's unconventional, it's colored, it's unique. Ginger would hate it. But as the little meeting kept on, Sam keeps coming back to the emerald one; he couldn't explain his draw to it, but he hoped Ginger would grow to like it, because that's what he came home with. "We're not getting any younger. Don't you think it's time? Aren't you gettin' tired of all this shit? Bangin' around, hustlin' around?" Sam asks, suddenly changing the subject in their conversation. "What, are you trying to handicap me?" she tries to shrug off what she knows he's about to ask. "I'm gonna do you one better: I'm trying to marry you. You want to marry me?" Sam takes Ginger's hand in his. Ginger looks away doubtfully. "I'm serious. I mean, I want to settle down; I want a family," he pleads. Ginger sighs, laughing, "You got the wrong girl, Sam." "I know I'd be a good father; I know you'd be a good mother." "You don't know me. What, you've known me for two, three months. What do you know?" Her reply is cold, clearly trying to shut him down. "I'm forty-three years old, and I can't think of anybody better to be with, and I don't feel like waiting anymore." "You know a lot of happily married people, Sam? 'Cause I don't." "Yeah, I know all that," he looks down at his hands for a moment, half frustrated and half defeated. "I care about you, but I just don't have those kind of feelings for you. I'm sorry. I'm not in love with you." It was the final blow Sam needed. Just as he's about to open his mouth to beg, to find a way to convince her, to gamble his life away on a real longshot, he realizes he's made a huge mistake. He knew the safest bet had been right there in front of him, but he was so worried about himself that he walked away from a sure thing. He's normally so level headed and clear thinking... He quickly checks his watch, seeing that it isn't too late, "I got somewhere to be." He stands and heads to his bedroom for a change of shoes and to lose the robe he's wearing. "Where are you going? It's kinda late, isn't it?" Ginger gripes. "Business meeting, don't wait up," he throws out, quickly shutting the door behind him. • • • Your client for the night had just called to cancel; it's unusual for a man to cancel on sex, so you wished him well and decided to settle in for the night. Upstairs, you slip out of your lingerie and into something cozy for a lazy night in, maybe you'll watch a movie. Just as you're about to head downstairs, your doorbell rings. "Is Damien pulling one over on me?" The thought crosses your mind that perhaps your client "cancelled" so he can come over and participate in a little kink play. "Damien, is that you?" You call out as you make your way downstairs to open the door. Across the theshold, the picture standing before you stops you in your tracks. "Sam?" it comes out in a whisper. It feels like a dream seeing him here. He's quite dressed down, considering his normal wardrobe: he just had on slacks and a button up shirt, no tie, no jacket, and his hair looks as if he'd quickly smoothed it back. This rough appearance looks.... good on him. He holds out the flowers he'd brought for you. He's the only man in Las Vegas that could get flowers this late at night. "Sam, you can't just waltz back in here like this! I have a client coming over." It was a lie, but you just wanted him gone. You had put your feelings out there for him, and you even tried talking to him one more time, which is more than you would've done for anyone else, and what did he do? He crushed your feelings, and then he didn't listen to you. "(Y/N)..." he reaches out for your hand. You pull it away, and grab the door. "No, Sam, I don't want you here." You swing the door shut, but his hand quickly grabs it, pushing it back open. "(Y/N), listen. Please." He steps into your home, and you immediately turn away from him and start walking towards the staircase. He quickly sets the flowers aside and follows after you, grabbing your hand. "(Y/N)!" "Is your ego so big that you think you can just come into someone's home uninvited?!" you bark at him. "Will you listen to me?!" It was the first time he'd ever raised his voice at you, even when you'd gotten into that argument all those months ago, he'd never raised his voice. "No!" you try to get away from him again, but he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you to face him. His hands slide down to your elbows and hold you to your spot, then he drops down on one knee in front of you. He's locks eyes with you, begging you to stay right there. His hand searches his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box, setting it on his thigh. "Now will you listen to me?" his voice is much quieter this time. He takes your hands in his and looks up at the stunned expression on your face. "I know I fucked up. I fucked up with you big time, but I'm trying to make it right before it's too late. I know I treated you bad: I walked out on you and I said things- I called you things you didn't deserve. For that... I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you, if you'll choose to have me. What we had, it was only supposed to be about sex, but at some point, I really started to care about you. I even loved you, and there were days where it took everything in me not to say it to you. You were braver than me for admitting your feelings. And you were right about me: I was scared. I know I can't turn back time, but I'd give anything to have you in my life again. So," he looks down for a moment, picking up the ring box, "I guess that's what I'm trying to do here." He opens the box, showing off probably the biggest ring you'd ever seen in your life. You can't take your eyes off the deep green emerald before you; you can't imagine how much it cost. "Sam..." you breathe out, misty-eyed; it's the only word you could even think of. "(Y/N)," he returns softly before taking your hand again and kissing it, "I love you," he squeezes your hand as if reassuring you that this is real and not a dream, "Will you marry me?" Sam feels guilty about asking for your hand so quickly after trying to convince Ginger to be with him, but it was the thing that made him realize you're the one. He shouldn't have to persuade and bargain with someone to be with him, and in fact, you made him feel wanted, cared for, and even loved. "Can I ask you something?" Even with your head in the clouds, you still know how to reason. "Of course." "This isn't about sex, is it?" It seemed like a silly question, but sex makes people so crazy things. "No, not at all. It's about... It's about me having you on my arm at the casino, taking you out shopping for anything you want, buying a house for us to live in, taking you out for dinner because I know you like that, and um, maybe having a family one day." You can't help but smile and let out a small giggle, "A baby?" you ask, cupping his cheek. "Yeah..." he bites his lips and looks down, realizing what he'd just asked of you, but, God, he can't help but picture you with that big pregnant belly. "Promise me something." He looks back up at you, "Anything." "Don't ever break my heart again, I don't think I could take it..." "Never," he says, pulling you towards him, he wraps an arm around your thigh and presses his head into your belly in a sort of hug. "I caused us a lot of pain. That won't ever happen again, because, well, I just can't stand being away from you," he looks up and gives you a hopeful look, a small bittersweet smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. There's a small pause, a brief moment where he nuzzles his head against your tummy and your hands gently hold the sides of his face. "Okay," you let out. "Hm?" Sam looks up at you again, "Okay?" "Okay. Ask me again," you smile down at him. "Oh, okay!" he answers, happily pulling you down to sit on his knee. With one arm wrapped around your hips and the other holding the ring in front of you. "(Y/N), honey, will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?" You look up at him, a bit nervous and hesitant, but this is the man you'd always dreamed of. Sure, he'd messed up, but you're willing to give him a second chance, and you can only hope that you'll both be all in on your new relationship. You reach up, cupping his face one again and taking in his features, "Yes," you whisper, nodding your head lightly, "Yes!" you repeat, looking as if you might cry. You quickly pull him in for a kiss, needing his lips on yours. "Alright, alright," Sam chuckles, breaking up your excited kissing, "Are you gonna let me put this ring on your finger?" "I guess," you giggle. "You guess, huh?" he smiles smuggly at you, rests your left hand in one of his before slipping that big green rock on your digit. "There, now you're all mine." "Ya know, that goes both ways, Mr. Sam Rothstein. You belong to me, and I don't like sharing," you put a finger on his chest to make your point. "Good," he says lowly, as his lips meet with your again.

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[russian-soft-bitch]

Sam Rothstein x reader age gap HCs

Requested by: @robert-de-niro-only-fans

Author's note: can I please have a man like him

- you met him in the Tangiers

- and let me tell you, you looked amazing

- and the fact that you've won almost 15k made him question his life

- he bought you a drink and, well, you spent the night together

- the rest is history and now you're dating

- you were almost twice younger than him, just graduated from university and were really proud of yourself

- you didn't live in Las Vegas but Sam persuaded you to move to the city; he bought you a little apartment

- you tried to spend as much time with him as you could since you didn't have to work (you wanted to but Sam said that you don't need to)

- the fact that you lived off of his money caused a lot of rumours

- a couple of times you heard someone calling you a gold digger

- you didn't tell Sam anything and tried to find a job without him knowing

- the only disadvantage of you two dating was that talking behind your back

- the rest was perfect

- Sam knew exactly how to treat you, how to make you feel loved, cherished and taken care of

- he also was a man of his word; if he promised something, he will do that no matter what

- the fact that he was much older than you made him rush you into having a family together

- don't get me wrong, you wanted to have a family with him, wanted to have his children but you felt like you were too young for that

- it took him only a year to put a ring on your finger

- after that the rumours about you only intensified

- nobody was hiding it from you now, speaking about it loudly right in front of you - but never when Sam was around

- obviously it took its toll on you

- you loved Sam but that pressure was unbearable

- he was telling you that if you were older, you would react differently, but since you were that young, you had the right to react the way you did

- after talking with him for about an hour, you just let that situation go

- instead you were totally focused on planning your wedding

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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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[discodeniro]

I just KNOW Sam Rothstein is the best cuddler there is. He knows what it's like to crave love and affection, so he'd be so great at comforting his significant other! Like after a long stressful day, or maybe he's just been so busy and you haven't seen him enough, he's ready to crawl in bed or hit the couch and just quietly hold you close to him. It's like something he needs to do for you.

sam is so soft and gentle with his s/o :((

you’ll come home from running errands all day and you’re just exhausted and maybe nicky was bothering you all night at the club/casino and you’re so stressed and tired and sad. you come home and as you get out of the car one of your bags break and everything falls onto the concrete ground of the driveway and that is the final straw. you burst into hyperventilating tears and open your front door. your eyes immediately find sam’s, in his paisley blue and purple satin robe making a cup of coffee in the kitchen. he sees your tears and freezes for a moment before a clang of the metal spoon on the granite counter top. immediately your body collapses into his and he scoops you up bridal style, holding your head against his chest and cooing softly “i love you sugar, its okay” & “deep breaths doll im here its okay”. and he brings you up to your big shared bedroom and softly lays you down, curling up behind you and holding you tight and stroking your hair until you fall asleep....

I LOVE HIM HELLO??!??

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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

[kissproof]

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.”

#i just know y/n has the most fabulous pajamas on at all times #can you imagine?? #sunshine yellow matching set #all silky with like bright yellow or red accents along the sleeves and collar #gosh ace would have you so right!!! #anon #answered #ace rothstein #sam ace rothstein #sam rothstein #casino #casino 1995 #x reader #robert de niro #kissproof drabbles

[melis-writes]

Just curious. Would you ever write for Sam Rothstein or Jimmy Conway?

Why not?! 😊🙏🏻 I've honestly yet to watch both Goodfellas and Casino yet. 😅 I know, I know!! I'm so behind lol. I'm already excited to and they're both definitely on my film list (Casino upcoming first 👀) but I've just been very busy as of late to make much film watching progress. 😭

I can already tell I'm more than likely going to enjoy both films (love gangster movies so much lmao) and Robert De Niro... come on. 🥴 X Reader fics are calling my name for me to write them. 😂

I'll definitely update you guys when I get to watch the films because I may also wanna open up my prompts for certain characters too, ya know! 👀

#sam rothstein #jimmy conway

[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

[dollwritesarchive]

Hey Doll! I hope you're doing well. <3 I was thinking about request for your DILF themed July and was thinking maybe you could do some sugar daddy Sam Rothstein smut? I know that's kind of vague though. Or just anything smutty about Max Cady would be amazing too. I can't wait to see what you write in general though! You've got me so excited for July! :D

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AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT, I actually do have a Sugar Daddy! Sam (x reader x Jimmy Conway) smut lil trilogy coming this July. @robert-de-niro-only-fans has definitely been waiting for this one! I also have a stepdad!max cady period fic scheduled for July as well 💗💗

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

"You're All Wet"

Sam "Ace" Rothstein x Reader

Um, I made the decision to call him Ace in this fic, not entirely sure why! Reader and Ace knew each other before he went to Las Vegas and Reader stops in to visit, enjoy!!!

TW: implied smut, cheating, mentions of gang activity

Word Count: 1.7k

Just like any other night at The Tangiers, Ace Rothstein stalks the casino floor, like a predator waiting to pounce at the sight of a cheater in his beloved establishment. As his eyes scan the crowd, carefully watching everyone's body language for anything odd, there's a hitch when he swears he sees someone familiar. His eyes quickly double back and they land on you. In that moment, he feels like he's travelled back to the past and in another world simultaneously.

"(Y/N)?" he blinks in disbelief, "(Y/N), is that you?" He hasn't seen you in years! That face is all too familiar to him, but that body? Well... Let's just say you've grown up a bit.

"I gotta say, you're not looking so sharp right now, Ace, not with that dumbfounded look on your face," you giggle, holding your arms out for a hug, "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!"

He holds you tightly to him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck for a moment before pulling back and getting a better look at your face, "God... I feel like I have! Fuck, where are my manners, how have you been, darlin'?"

As you catch up, wandering away from the pits to somewhere more private, Ace finds his mind wandering back to old times in the Midwest, to when he knew you best. You're Remo Gaggi's only niece; you grew up with nothing but guys around you, guys who are all involved in the family business, so it only made sense that you were so interested in it too. But it was different with you, Gaggi wanted you to wait until you were an adult before getting into anything, so by the time you were allowed to know anything, you took it seriously because you knew you had something to prove being the only girl in the business.

Ace always admired how you came out swinging the minute you turned 18, ready to prove all your cousins and uncles wrong about you. But he really didn't get to see too much of it, before him and Nicky got sent to Las Vegas.

He even remembers their going away party, everyone getting together one last time before moving to the desert to make the bosses more cash than they could dream of. He remembers how you started to tear-up telling him goodbye, but you had a lot of pride and didn't want any of the guys to see you cry. However, you did cry when you finally got a moment alone with him, and Ace wiped your tears, promising you'd see each other again. And now, here you are in, halfway across the country, making sure that promise is kept.

"Where are ya stayin' tonight, doll?"

"Oh, just at some plaza hotel or something," you shrug.

"By yourself?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, I'm grown now, ya know!"

"Oh no, no, that won't do. A girl like you shouldn't stay by herself in a city like this," he takes your hand across the table your both seated at, "Come stay with me."

"Ace, I don't wanna be a burden..."

"You're not a burden. I'm so happy to see you, it'd be an honor to have you in my home." His grip on your hand tightens reassuringly.

"You sure your wife will be okay with it?" It was the only defense you have left.

"My wife, eh?" He looks left then right slyly, "You know who pays for the place, right? I'll have a guest over if I like."

• • •

The next few days felt like old times but in a whole new place, a much richer and more luxurious place. Your first morning at Sam's house, you woke up early from jet lag, so you took the liberty of making breakfast for everyone. To which you were met with a "You didnt have to do that," when Ace caught you, but it was followed up by him hugging you from behind and laying his head on you, practically sleeping while standing up.

Of course, you hung out with Nicky too! They showed you all around their new stomping grounds out west. However, you can tell that Ace is making an effort to get alone time with you; you'd always had a special bond back home. Hell, you cried over the man when he left! You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss that closeness.

One night, as you're having a relaxing bubble bath in Ace's luxurious guest bathroom, you ponder on how much longer you should stay in Vegas. You bought a one way ticket because you weren't sure how things would go and you didn't want to be stuck here if things got hairy, but now... You feel like you want to stay for a while, but you don't want to take advantage of your friend's kindness either.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorknob wiggling before Ace lets himself in. "What? So you just walk in on girls in the bathroom now? I guess with all these Vegas dancers throwin' themselves at you, you must think you're hot shit or something."

"Oh, hush," he cracks a smile, strolling across the tiled floor before sitting down on the toilet lid.

As he sits back and looks you over, your head and bare shoulders being the only thing exposed, you taunt, "Like the view?"

He lightly snorts and shakes his head at you, "You look good, but I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wife gets home. God knows when that'll be." He rolls his eyes at the thought of his wife.

"You don't think it'll look suspicious, uh, hanging out with me while I'm in the bath?"

His eyes wander as if he's deep in thought, then he shrugs and returns his attention to you. "What did you do today?"

"Nothing too crazy. You and Nicky have had me so busy that I just went out for a mani-pedi," you relax back against the wall of the tub.

"Ooh, let me see," he says, leaning forward towards you. You slide a hand and a foot out from under the mountain of bubbles and hook them on the edge of the tub.

He inspects them before taking his hand in yours and holding it closer to him, "Very pretty, I like the color," he says quietly, then he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Thank you," you giggle at him.

He returns your chuckle and places a few more kisses to the back of your hand and wrist.

"Ace, what are you doing?!" You squeal!

He simply let's out a hum and continues kissing up your arm, his kisses slowly turning from funny to passionate as he passes your elbow. Ace scoots away from his seat on the toilet and kneels beside your bath, lips never leaving your arm.

You feel that fire creeping up in your belly as he rounds your shoulder, lips and tongue working the soft skin of your clavicle. Your other hand rises up out of the bath water, and you cup the back of the man's head.

Feeling a bit of hesitation, Ace slowly moves his lips towards your neck, receiving a small but pleased exhale from you. As your eyes flutter closed, you tilt your head back, giving him access to your sensitive skin. He suckles and nibbles there for what feels like eternity but also only a second, eliciting a series of breathy moans from your lips.

After placing a few kisses to the spot, he pulls away from you slightly, just enough to see your face. You stare at each other in a haze, familiar eyes locked onto yours, and his better judgement leaves him as he graces his lips across yours. Your lips dance with one another's, eyelashes brushing the other's face, in such a soft gentle moment, before he claims your mouth with his. Your emotions are on high from the passionate kiss, until you remember this isn't old times and this man before you is no longer yours to take.

Your lips part from his, "Sam..." It's just above a whisper.

The use of his first name makes the severity of the situation hang in the air like wind chimes waiting for a breeze, the sound of silence deafening to your ear drums. You'd only ever called him that once before, also in a serious moment: a moment when your confession of your feelings for him hung on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want him to carry that weight to Vegas with him.

His eyes glance over your visage, that beautiful face filled with worry. You should never feel anything but happiness, Ace thinks to himself. The rough pad of his thumb gently strokes your cheek, while the rest of his fingers nestle just behind your ear. Your eyes are cast down, trying not to look at him, so you don't see it coming when he leans forward and kisses you again.

Your lips move together once again, and your hands find his shoulders, gripping onto him as if he might slip away. You sit up on your knees in the bathtub, and immediately Ace's arms are around your waist, pulling your soaking wet body close to his. His hands tangle in your damp locks, and he fumbles around before throwing a leg over the wall of the bath tub and sliding into the water with you. He settles down onto his knees and pulls you across his lap, never breaking your kiss.

Your fingertips comb through his hair, as your making out slows to a halt. Gently cupping his cheek, you take a look at him, "You're all wet," you state quietly.

Slowly, this elicits laughter from both of you. You both stay like that for a moment before he takes you in his arms and lifts you from your bath, carefully stepping out and leaving a hefty trail of water leading right to the guest bedroom where you've been staying.

That night as he makes love to you with his clothes piled in a wet heap on the floor all around the bed, the only thing on his mind is you. He's waited what feels like a lifetime to have you, so nothing would keep him from you, not even the sound of his wife coming home somewhere between rounds 3 and 4.

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