Me Simping on Cutie Videogame Characters

Current Crush: John Donovan

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Smooth Operator (Mafia 3 Fanfic Donovan X Reader) Part 3

Warning: "Awkward and absolutely cringe attempted hookup with our favourite, Vito"

The next day, afternoon at the New Bordeaux Airport was busy as usual. As I got dropped off by a cab at the entrance, I carried my suitcase into the entrance, I placed it on the nowadays retro style x-ray machine. After taking my bag, I walked in and was greeted by the familiar scent of cigarettes and coffee. Then I began to do my weird habit of profiling people I come across in the airport. And that weird habit is what kept me safe from being killed or spotted by Soviet agents back in my IA days.

I profiled everyone, from businessmen in suits chatting loudly on their "brick" cellphones, some Japanese company workers (That seem to work in one of those new Japanese companies like Toshiba or Mitsubishi) that just recently arrived, young teens bored while listening to music on their walkman, a group of pilots and flight crew in their usual uniforms rushing to get to their plane, and from a distance, on a balcony, was Donovan. His job is to simply follow me from a distance and on a separate plane to Empire Bay. Vito was also coming, so I waited for him at the lobby after checking in. He was much more familiar with the place than I was at the time. All my years as an Agent... and criminal, I've never been to Empire Bay that much.

After an hour Vito arrived just in time as the plane had already begun boarding.

"Hey Kid!"

"Oh Mr Scaletta... I thought you'd never make it..."

I replied with a smile

"Just call me Vito... Well..."

Vito takes a moment to catch his breath and observe the plane interior as we walked in. He nodded as he observed the plane.

"Flying has changed a lot..."

"Right, ain't as fancy as back in your days, well I hope flying will be better in the future"

We can all say that hope of mine never really came true...

After a horrid and grueling three hour flight next to a noisy lady chatting to us about why fucking she hates her husband, We finally got off and as we stepped out of the airport, we were met by a busy early night pickup and drop off area.

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"I dont remember this place at all..."

Vito is left flabbergasted by the new environment that he no longer recognises. I simply nod before turning to a taxi stand. The cab driver opened the door for us and we got in the back.

"53rd street please..."

I say as I gestured for the drive to get moving.

As the cab drove into little Italy and stopped at a red light, Vito was left confused by this new but strangely familiar shopping mall covered with neon lights and had a lot of new cars parked outside. It took Vito a long while to realise, It was his old friend Joe's place. The entire block had been demolished and is now turned into a mall.

"This... This was Joe's place..."

"That old friend of yours we talked about the other day?"

"Yeah, that Joe..."

The light turned green.

"sadak se hat jao! bevakooph!"

As the cab moved forward, the driver honks then yells angrily at an unnatentive pedestrian for crossing despite the red lights in his native language. He grumbled as the radio announced the winning lotto numbers and he was just 1 digit away and threw his ticket out the window before switching it to some good modern tunes on Empire Central Radio.

The driver finally calms as the music plays.

"The last time I heard Empire Central Radio, it was playing some Buddy Holly..."

Vito then chuckles. And I nod with a smile looking out the window at the environment of Little Italy. The roads were now covered with asphalt, and some buildings now had neon lights outside.

We soon arrived at the place we were supposed to rent. The yellow boxy Peugeot cab slowly stopped next to the wet sidewalk. The place was ironically at the floor below the apartment where his family used to live. As i shut the door, the music continued muffled as the cab drove off. We then walked into the alleyway, then up into the flat and we dropped our things. I then turned on the TV and turned it on and it was playing Miami Vice.

After a while i finally got finished cleaning myself up and sat next to Vito. Soon, came a scene with a woman in a bikini.

"Ooh..."

Vito's eyes widen. There I realised, I can try having some... fun, try to get things "spicy". Its been a while anyway since I had any. So I began with my usual ritual of how to begin things... I put my arm around Vito and ask him stuff like "Ever wonder what its like to "be" with a man?" And Vito barely understands where I'm going with the conversation.

"Huh? Well, no..."

He assumed I was being literal, as in literally asking him if he's ever done it with a guy, or if he is curious. Soon I put my other hand on his lap, then I slowly move my hand to his inner thigh. But he just gives me a confused look.

"What are you doing?"

Vito asks innocent and confused.

"What do you think, Vito?"

I asked him playfully with that strange grin which seemed "Alien" to Vito. Soon I unbuttoned his pants and slowly bent down and that's when Vito came to the realisation of what I was implying the whole time. He hurriedly slapped me with the back of his right hand sending me flying back.

"Oh shit! Im sorry kid!"

"Vito! Oww!!! You could've rejected me in a different way, not like this!"

I bark at him while looking at him with a frown pointing at my bleeding nose.

"sorry, really kid! I didn't get what you mean..."

"It's fine... I'll just go to sleep..."

I say as I get up and walk away from the awkward encounter into my room while holding my nose close looking downward, while Vito buttons his pants again.

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Smooth Operator (Mafia 3 Fanfiction-Donovan X Reader) part 2

After being a manager, assassin, muscle, and cleaner in Lincoln's organization, I began to assist him and the under bosses. I managed assets and territories, business started to flow well. Unfortunately, it meant that my work would be busier than usual, and we can't let inconveniences stop the cash from flowing.

At this point, I was left to manage a club and bar. For a night, it was busy and people were ready to watch the performances by local artists, stand up comedians, and performers.

"Sir... We have a problem!"

The bartender ran towards me. I turned around from a customer I was assisting annoyed with the employee calling me.

"What now?! Is the dispenser failing again?"

"No! Even worse, The drag queen got into an accident!"

"wait... WHAT! Fuck no! It's not that bad right?!"

I began to get even more annoyed and frustrated.

"Well he is in the ICU right now..."

"Fuck it, im gonna get a replacement!"

I marched into the backstage of the club.

"Ahem! Girls!"

They seem to be preoccupied with their own thing. They barely noticed me walk in.

"Girls!"

I say in a much more enthusiastic feminine way. They finally noticed me.

"Guys too by the way! We need a replacement for the drag queen, does anyone else know the choreography of "I've Never Been To Me"?"

"Hell nah! I don't know!"

Everyone began to panic and clamour. I had to make a quick decision since the last performance was about to finish. Then out of nowhere they all forced me out of the backstage before telling me "You go do it! You memorize it by the way!"

Without makeup, a wig, or anything fancy, just in my suit and casual outfit, I Improvised the choreography.

(close to the choreography from the intro of the movie "Priscilla: Queen of the Desert" but with a slightly more masculine twist)

Everyone was staring at the stage confused as It wasn't the usual drag queen on the stage, but the manager himself. I began to feel a little embarrassed but if this is what it meant to keep business running, and the stage alive, I had to do it.

As the Song Began, I started to do the performance reluctantly but with a maculine-ish twist. At the line "Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun", out of anger on the actors, I grabbed the actor dressed as a priest and spun him really quick then threw him hard aside unlike the original drag queen does by simply spinning the actor.

At the second verse, I was supposed to converse with a "Lady", another drag queen. I held his hand tighter than usual making him panick and groan in pain. He tries to back up but at the line "i can see so much of me, still living in your eyes" i softly poked his eyes out of frustration before shoving him off the stage making him crash at a table full of food at the line "Ooh ive been to Nice..".

At the cheezy monologue part, Instead of saying it normally, I angrily yelled at the audience.

After the performance, I bowed down. And looked at the stunned expression of the crowd. I was about to apologise. And just when I thought it was all ruined. But suddenly, people began to clap and cheer. In the middle of the crowd, I saw Donovan staring at me confused about why I was on the stage.

I got to the backstage and sprinted towards Donovan.

"sorry back there!"

I sheepishly laughed before explaining the entire situation. Donovan began to laugh hysterically.

"Shit! Is this what you fucking learnt from East Germany?"

he was wheezing, barely able to keep his composure.

"You know how much I give a shit about these businesses, these are one of the things that fund us!"

"Alright kid... I found a lead to the next guy, lets talk about it at my office..."

He says catching his breath. I lead him to my car which was parked outside. I approach my tiny car which appeared to be an orange Yugo.

"What is this car? I've never heard of it."

Donovan had no idea what my car was.

"It's a Yugo! From Yugo-slavia!"

Donovan was dumbfounded by the idea of me, an ex CIA, driving a communist made car. He stared at it, then turned around facing me and then just stood there, before bursting out laughing.

"So this is one of those shitty communist cars they were talking about? I thought you were fuckin ex CIA! The look of this thing already feels so damn communist! You made me laugh a lot today kid!"

Donovan could barely form his words. And I was left there frowning, annoyed, unable to do anything.

"C'mon get over it! I will soon be able to afford one of those good Japanese cars, or maybe a Berkley (Volkswagen) soon!"

I retorted trying to stop Donovan from laughing.

"Ok, ok... Lets go now"

Donovan catches his breath before getting into the passenger seat. I go in and start the engine before going for a drive.

We soon reached a pothole and as soon as the front wheel hit it, the terrible suspension made us nearly feel every angle and shape of the pothole. Donovan and I then looked at each other, before both of us burst out laughing.

"alright! It's a bad car! But c'mon, the suspension feels like a toy!"

I say before laughing again.

As I drove to our destination, I noticed Donovan scanning me from time to time. I act like i didn't notice. It was the same look he gave me back in Saigon. He used to scan me up and down. Whenever I noticed him, he moved his attention to something else. However he seemed strict towards me when he gave me orders on the battlefield. This behaviour of his went on during our drive. At first, it was somewhat bearable, but it became more frequent.

"Alright, Donovan, why is it you're kind of addicted to looking at me huh?"

I lift one of my eyebrows as I ask him about it. I just want to know, why my ex-superior looks at me all the time. Is it envy of my somewhat better skills especially when it came to espionage, was it because I became a top agent? Wait, no, he looked at me like this before I was recruited to the IA.

Donovan turns his head facing me before playing dumb.

"What do you mean lookin? I'm not looking at any-"

"Cut the shit. It's the same look since Nam."

I cut him off, with a calm, and cold demeanor.

"I'm telling you I wasn't!"

"I'm not the same naive little private you used to always push around, I'm no longer afraid of you! Now tell my WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS GIVE ME THAT STARE?!"

"I SAID I WASN'T!"

Donovan and I yell at each other, and in less than a second I ran a red light and made it across but caused a big accident. I slam on the brakes and check my mirrors to see the accidents I've caused. I immediately drive off before anyone can take a close look at my car.

"I- Im-"

Donovan tries to apologise but I shut him up before he could even finish.

"Just stop! I don't wanna hear anything from you!"

My breath becomes heavier. Donovan just looks out of the window seemingly hurt. I make a left to the new building where Donovan's new office is located. I pulled the key out from the ignition and observed Donovan

I look at Donovan, and I feel bad about what I've done... What I've said. He isn't usually this soft but this is new. I began to somehow regret yelling at him.

"Actually, I'm sorry Sir- I mean... Donovan."

"I feel bad about what I've done..."

Donovan begins to get sentimental, which is rare to see. For me at least.

"I know, war is terrible."

"I mean what I've done to you."

Donovan countered me in his unusually soft tone.

"Why, what did you do to me?"

"I... Pushed you around, I treated you like shit, and now... You don't act or even sound like who you we're back then."

I slowly reach for his shoulder before placing my hand on it.

"I met your mother when I broke the news that you were going to join the CIA and that she won't get updates for a really long while... She told me you were a sweet young man who supported not going to war, you were full of dreams, you even wanted to be a therapist and support people's mental health. But now, I realise that I've turned you into a cold-blooded desensitized sociopath who gained a short temper."

Donovan reveals his concern about realising what he thinks he turned me into. I smiled a bit, remembering my time in the IA before i began comforting him.

"Donovan, you didn't just turn me into a cold person. You also made me a hero, I have done breakthrough operations for the CIA! For America! From the American perspective at least... You made me stronger. Hell, maybe if you were with me in the IA, you might have beat me to save my career instead of selling my 'services' to crime organisations."

Donovan turned away from the window and faced me. He saw that light smile he used to see on the younger me. He can't help but smile too.

"Alright, enough drama, let's get to the briefing."

Donovan says in a serious tone. His energy seems a little better somewhat. We entered his office and began to tell me about the case of the Russian Mafia's dominance in New York and Empire bay especially at Brighton Beach. They might not be affecting Lincoln's business but it definitely affects the trade with allied organizations like the Kowloon boys, and certain Italian crime families. Additionally, there is an alert about a very important cargo from Siberia which was being hauled through Empire Bay by the Russian Mafia.

After the short briefing I began to leave the room. I reached for the knob and pulled the door open.

"Hey..."

I call Donovan's attention before walking out

"get some rest sir!"

I said before giving him a salute. And he saluted me back with a chuckle. I get out and shut the door behind me. As I walked outside towards my car, I was still left thinking why he looked at me like that... Does he like me? Oh no way! He is literally the one who always pushed me around in the military days... "I must be tired if I manage to think about stuff like this!". I think to myself.

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Smooth Operator (Donovan x reader) part 1

Note: I decided to rewrite this shit cause im dissatisfied with the last story😭 ughhh!!! Sorry for not being online for a long while. The original title was supposedly "Smooth Criminal" but that song wasn't released till 87'.

Settings: circa 1984 Lost haven, New Bordeaux, Miami, New York,and Empire Bay

Warnings: Language, A bit of violence, zesty-ish ahh MC.

Edit: I mixed up my story settings, no foreign countries.

Legend: (Y/N)= your name

It was another typical night in Miami. People going on with their own thing. Friends going out clubbing, bartenders preparing drinks, families having dinner. But in one particular hotel room, along the Miami beach, things were different.

"Why dont you just die you fucking bitch!"

Lincoln said as he struggled to kill a man who ratted his organisation out to the Feds. After a few blows to the face the rat is finally too weak to fight. Lincoln grabs a wine glass, broke it, and uses it to stab the "rat" in the throat.

"He's gone now?"

Donovan asks Lincoln on his earpiece from outside.

"Yes he is-"

"Zis iz room service!"

I say in a French accent as i knocked on the hotel room door.

Lincoln immediately washed himself up and opened the door.

"sorry, its a fals-"

I immediately pushed Lincoln with a room service cart. I took my silenced gun out and pointed it at Lincolns head as i stepped on his chest.

"Zis iz what you get for stealing my contract!"

I say as I was about to pull the trigger. When out of nowhere, i hear a gun cock from behind me.

"ooh, Monsieur it seems you have accomplice?"

"Drop it!"

Donovan ordered me to drop my weapon.

"Ok, I'll stop faking the accent at this point, Donovan! If you pull the trigger, toodle-oo to me, I end up grabbing the trigger in shock, then toodle-oo to your pretty lookin friend over here!"

Donovan reconsiders trying to shoot me. Lincoln tries to get up but i kick him down once more.

"Nuh uh big guy! Lemme reconsider... uhum, mmm, yes, yes... What about, since my contract is ruined by the two of you... I let the two of you boys go, if you hire me to clean up this damn mess you created with the body!"

I say with a grin.

"Hire? as in pay you to clean this up? No way?"

"Huh... So you don't trust me? Someone literally hired me to do this! Is that not enough to trust me that I can clean this mess?"

"We'll hire him!"

Lincoln decided in an instant.

"What? Why!"

Donovan was puzzled as to why Lincoln made such a quick decision.

"I remember him! From Nam! He's the agent you used to train in the special ops unit! Its (y/n)! That naive rookie you always hit in the head for incorrectly handling grenades? And didn't it stick out that he mentioned your name?"

"I remember you... Ok fine let him go!"

"finally, you all are coming to your senses..."

I lifted my foot off Lincoln and holstered my gun.

"You never fuckin learn... Uncock your damn gun before holstering it!"

Donovan scolded me like he did back then.

"Yes sir..."

I responded with unnecessary sass while uncocking my gun.

"what's with wll the sass?"

Lincoln asked as he began to get up.

"OH PLEASE! All those years in Nam, Russia, and Cuba? Its fucking desensitizing!"

I retorted annoyed as if they were supposed to know it.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Donovan asked out of curiosity where I went after Vietnam.

"IA assigned me to Moscow, Nice, Nanjing, Berlin, and Cuba. But i got retired early."

"But pension from the IA is a lot of money! Why are you taking contracts when you can live your damn life? Like maybe just relax here in Miami?"

Donovan found it suspicious that I'm taking contracts despite big pension amounts.

"Haha, i just missed the violence, and the blood, the chaos."

I said with a smile.

"also after the CIA found out about my not so legal "services"... They cut off my pension and I'm now wanted!"

"so what do we do with the body?"

Lincoln asks impatiently waiting for me to do something.

"Leave it to me, we can start with this, something most agents forget to do leading to them blowing their operations..."

I say as i walk towards the door and hang the "dont disturb sign outside before locking it"

I walked towards the cassette player and played a song to get me focused.

I began to wrap the body with the bloody sheets and linens.

I swiftly went out to the electricity breakers, and shut down the camera.

I carried the body to the garbage shute. I went down to the laundry room and checked if there was anyone inside.

I immediately went back and ordered room service to a random empty room.

The laundry staff went up to the empty room

I dropped the body down the garbage shute.

I immediately went down to the garbage collection room, compacted the body with the mechanical compactor among the garbage and dirty linens.

Finally i stole clean linens from the laundry room and fixed the bedroom.

For the final touch, i disposed of the broken glass, and returned everything as it was.

Finally the room looked so clean as if no one even checked in.

I went down and checked out under the dead man's name and left with both Donovan and Lincoln.

"You sure no one will find him?"

Lincoln asks as we walk outside.

"You think they'll find the difference between crushed human carcass with bones among uncooked meat remains?"

I asked him back technically answering his question.

Ever since then. I began working with them. After a while, I managed to earn money to finally rent a new apartment in New Bordeaux. They are hiring me to help them investigate the case of newer foreign gangs entering the States. They seem to be underestimating Lincoln's, and the local crime organisations.

But for the front, to avoid suspicion, I work as a manager at Vito's restaurant.

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To correlation to this and this post

I now present to you

Mafia 3 characters I’d let smash, but it gets progressively worse

Let's start easy

Since I'm solemnly convinced this is Joe Barbaro, I'd let him smash me first. He can literally look like a racoon and I'd let him get it 😌

Let's not forget about DILF with huge bakery, Vito Scaletta. He can get it any day

Lincoln Clay. Whoever says they WOULDN'T let him is a dirty liar, we all know he is fuckable and those lips are asking for it

John Donovan. I mean.. Come ooon. He's got it all. He's unhinged and good looking , you know he'd clap you good

Little weasel, fucker Giorgi. If we forget about the nasty good ol' double he pulled on Lincoln, he wasn't such an ass and I'd put his straight 😌

Connor bitchface Aldridge. I hate him. I love him. Something in this little pathetic traitor makes my heart speed up

Thomassss Burke. All I can say is I'd make him right

Sal Marcano. Did you see him on those MDE card? DID YOU?!

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Where's Danny Burke?

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Fish Gotta Eat || District - River Row

[demonzriti-deactivated20241228]

if I only could just-

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Poor Vito ..

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Here is a dynamic of my game character crushes arrangements as time went by:

Highest: John Donovan

Drowning: Lincoln Clay

Skeleton: Vito Scaletta

Forgotten: Jackie Ma

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“Vito! Keep it down! We’re trying to sneak around here!”

“Eyy I’m sorry Joe! My asscheeks are to fucking big and they’re makin’ a lot of dam noise!”

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*Casually walks towards Vito, slaps 'cake' and runs away*

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I think I’m playing with fire

[neomineom]

ah yes, i ship donolinc either [x]

[kylehyde]

🙃

[valluvslana]

:3

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Whats wrong with me😭

[slothbeez]

30 minutes into mafia 3: Lincoln Clay and Giorgi Marcano are....boyfriends?

after finishing mafia 3: Lincoln Clay and John Donovan are husbands, married in the year of our lord 1968 in a small private backyard ceremony

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Alternate summary of mafia 3? Lincoln get dumped by Giorgi and soon finds his one true love, John Donovan. He got married to Johnny (my daddy twink) and got revenge on his ex and his ex's besties and his ex's sugar daddy.

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Damn.. I'm so into this heavy smoking, kinda manipulative dude with a sailors mouth.

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Donolinc is one of my favorite OTPs of all time, and because I've had a serious case of brainrot over them for years now, I've written several fics about them. For your Donolinc reading consideration:

Sleep It Off {681 words, rated: G, no warnings}

Lincoln visits a sleep deprived and very exhausted John Donovan

Endearments {564 words, rated: G, no warnings}

It was just something Donovan did, called people by little pet names

When the Night Comes {557 words, rated: G, no warnings}

Lincoln reached out wildly, trying to get a better grip on reality. A form started taking shape beneath his hands, a voice cutting through his mental fog. Donovan.

Sharp Dressed Man {722 words, rated: T, no warnings}

Lincoln's large hands came up and grasped either end of Donovan's still loose tie. "I'm glad you were never a bow tie man," he said grinning as he began straightening out the necktie.

Partnership {1,721 words, rated: G, no warnings}

Everything got very crazy very fast when Lincoln returned to New Bordeaux. He'd been so busy leaving a trail of bodies through the city he hadn't even had time to check in with Donovan lately. However, a heavy downpour and heat from the cops pushed Lincoln in the CIA agent's direction one night.

Till Your Fingers Burn {6,118 words, rated: G, no warnings}

He chuckled when he spied Donovan at his desk, head lolling back in his seat as he dozed, headphones for the wiretap device still on his head. A cigarette burned in the ashtray on the desk. Lincoln picked it up and took a drag before he tossed the empty pack of cigarettes from his glove box at Donovan's head.

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5 times Lincoln and Donovan give one another small tokens of affection and one time they share an exchange of affection

Courageous Act {8,324 words, rated: T, no warnings}

Lincoln swallowed thickly and glanced out the windshield, trying to focus on anything other than the fluttering sensation in his chest. Donovan sighed as he fumbled for a moment with the handle on the side of his seat until it finally reclined a bit. Lincoln looked over again, his eyes lingering on the exposed hollow of Donovan's throat, the light, wispy hairs on his chest that just barely peeked out from beneath his thin undershirt.

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five times Lincoln and Donovan wanted to kiss one another, and one time they did

[tommytranselo]

donovan has scoliosis :)

yeah i buy that

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Jesuit in New Mexico || District - Southdowns