#Resident: Widowmaker

[hotelofheroines]

"Stare all you like, but you can only touch if you ask for permission properly." (Saeko to Widow)

"Duly noted. I will let you know when I desire to touch you." Widow replied with a smirk, despite biting her lip as her eyes drank in Saeko's exposed body. Especially those garters! Amelie could be a little bit of a brat at times, but generally just to flirt.

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"Guarding the Anus" for Quorra from Widowmaker @hotelofheroines

( ´๑・⌓・｀) "Umm... what do you plan to do with...

( ᗒ⌂ᗕ ) "Hrrrgh…!"

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Prompt

Crossover Alien

After Leon and Widowmaker started to cooperate better, they introduce their partners in fighting others. For Leon it is fellow human Chris, and for Widowmaker it is a different alien species Tracer. How does that meeting go, especially when Tracer gets interested with Chris.

After clearing up the hostile misunderstanding between them, Leon and Amelia aka Widowmaker begin to cooperate little better with them introducing their respective partners.

Leon: Widowmaker. This is Chris Redfield, BSAA operator and one of the finest people you can put your trust in. Chris this is Widowmaker or by her current name Amelia Lacroix, a high profile sniper assassin among her people.

Amelie gave Chris a stoic nod of respect.

Amelie: Bonjour, Mr.Redfield. I would like you to introduce you to my partner, Lena Oxton better known as Tracer, member of the chronoian race.

Chris: Nice to meet your acquaintance, Ms.Oxton

Held out a hand for a handshake.

Tracer: Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, luv~

The chronoian grabbed hold of the taller man and gave him a flirtatious look as she looked up and down at his strong, athletic body.

[hotelofheroines]

It is a difficult target to miss.

"Booty target acquired."

[wouldtheyfuck]

[many-bees]

I have come to the realization that Widowmaker was probably based on Jill Valentine

Even her venom mine kinda looks like Jill’s mind control device

[cornsoupflavour]

Hit List (Overwatch NSFW Smut) [LORE]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

Widowmaker, Amélie Lacroix x Male Reader

Tags: 2.4k words, enemies-to-lovers, multiple creampies, mention of breeding & assassinations

Image credit: Qi Sheng Luo on ArtStation

In the late hours of the night, you, Y/N, a relatively new recruit for Overwatch right before it collapsed, found yourself locked in a scuffle with none other than the infamous Widowmaker, Amélie Lacroix. The chase through the city finally came to a halt when you managed to trap the assassin in your own residence.

Panting, you dragged the stunned Widowmaker to the living room. Your hands had been stained with the remnants of your heated confrontation. The adrenaline from the chase was slowly dissipating, replaced by a sense of weariness.

"Lacroix, Amélie Lacroix," you stated, pronouncing her full name as you tied her to a chair. Once she was secure, you took a seat opposite her, your eyes never leaving the Talon operative. "Who sent you here?"

The only sound in the room was the ticking clock, emphasizing the silence that enveloped them. You crossed your arms, your tone neutral. "...and why?"

Widowmaker, however, remained stoic. Her purple-blue skin and yellow eyes stared blankly ahead, giving no hint of the information you desired. The silence was thick, an uncomfortable tension between the two.

That's when you remembered the recall Winston sent. You hang your head with a long, drawn-out sigh. "You know I'm not gonna let you finish your mission, right?"

You could feel beads of sweat trickling down your forehead, but you wiped them away, maintaining your stern expression.

You leaned back in your chair, the creaking of the wooden frame filling the room. A vein on your forehead pulsed as you glared at Widowmaker.

"Listen to me, Lacroix," you said, your voice dry. "I'm not in the mood for games. You're lucky I'm not going to just leave you here, roped up like a prize catch."

A long moment of silence passed as you stared her down. Her yellow eyes, so lifeless, still didn't betray any sense of emotion.

"You've got a pretty face, for a Talon operative," you remarked, your tone trailing off, hinting at sarcasm. "If only your brain wasn't so thoroughly corrupted."

You couldn't help but glance at her voluptuous figure, strapped into the wooden chair. Widowmaker's plump ass and hourglass figure were accentuated by her tight-fitting purple and silver bodysuit.

Suddenly, Widowmaker's tone shifted. Her voice was still cold, but there was an unexpected edge to it.

"Why don't we skip the questioning and do something more... enjoyable?" She suggested, her voice low and husky. "After all, I find the scent of your lust intoxicating."

You raised an eyebrow, taken aback by her proposition. In this tense moment, Widowmaker's suggestion seemed almost farcical. Yet, there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you.

"As if I'd give you the satisfaction," you responded, your voice full of disdain. "I'll be taking you straight to an interrogation facility."

You stood up, ready to escort the bound Talon assassin, but the thought of her twisted, alluring suggestion lingered in your mind. The quiet room was filled with an overpowering tension that seemed to hum in the air.

You hesitated for a moment, the thought of Widowmaker's proposition lingering in your mind. You remained standing, your body just a few inches away from her bound form. The scent of gunpowder and sweat filled the air. Your breathing was heavy, and your heart pounded. The room felt oppressive, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

You leaned in closer, whispering into Widowmaker's ear.

"Alright, Lacroix, I'll give you a deal." You spoke in a hushed tone. "If I allow you to expel my lust, I'll let you go. You'll walk out of here on your own two feet, and I won't track you down. We both forget this happened. But I want your word, here and now."

You could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her perfume intermingled with the lingering stench of combat. Her stillness was eerie, and the only indication of her response was the rise and fall of her chest.

Widowmaker's lips curved into a small smile, exposing a set of sharp, white teeth. "A fair offer, Y/N. I accept your terms." Her voice was as cold as ever, but the seductive tone was unmistakable.

You hesitated for a moment, the deal seeming too good to be true. But, with a deep breath, you decided to go through with it.

"Alright," you stated, your voice firm. "But don't even think about betraying me. Once we're done, I'll set you free, and you leave. No turning back."

Widowmaker's stoic expression didn't change, but a glint of desire flickered in her yellow eyes. "Of course, Y/N." She responded, the promise of wicked pleasure in her voice.

You stepped back, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you contemplated your next move. The tension between the two of you was palpable; the room felt like it was about to explode. With a final, deep breath, you decided to proceed, ready to fulfill your end of the bargain.

Your hands tremble slightly as you unbuckle your belt and lower your pants, revealing your arousal. The anticipation of this encounter had been building, and you couldn't suppress the excitement coursing through you.

You moved closer to the chair and untied Widowmaker's legs. Her plump ass remained firmly planted in the seat, but her legs now dangled free. You spread them apart, giving you access to her most intimate area. The fabric of her suit was tight, but you managed to tear a small hole right at the entrance of her slit.

"Looks like I'll have to do this the old-fashioned way," you panted, your voice thick with lust. "I bet your body's itching for some relief, Lacroix."

Without waiting for a response, you positioned yourself between her legs, aligning your throbbing member with her soaking entrance. You slowly sank into her, the sensation of her tight warmth enveloping you sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"Mmm, yes..." you moaned, your voice hoarse. "You feel incredible, Lacroix. I never knew you were this tight."

You began to thrust, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring the sensations. Widowmaker's body was a perfect fit, her folds clenching rhythmically around your length. You couldn't resist the urge to cup her plump ass, squeezing the firm flesh in your hands.

"Your ass is pure perfection, it feels amazing in my hands, Lacroix," you groaned, leaning down to nip at her earlobe. "I could spend hours just massaging it."

Your thrusts grew more aggressive as the passion between the two of you grew. Widowmaker's head rolled back, her body responding to your every touch. You leaned down, your mouth trailing kisses along her neck, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

"Uungh, Y/N, I need you, deeper, please... Ah, nnn..." she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

You couldn't help but let out a groan of your own, your grip on her hips tightening.

"You feel so good around me," you panted, voice deep with need. "You're gonna make me lose control, Lacroix."

Your thrusts grew harder, more urgent, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Widowmaker's moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath yours.

"Ahh, Y/N, I'm cumming, cumming hard, yes, Y/N, yes!" she cried out, her body convulsing as an orgasm ripped through her.

Watching her climax pushed you over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, you let out a guttural moan, filling her with your release.

"Fuck, Lacroix," you panted, your body trembling. "You're going to cost me an entire day of work."

You collapsed, panting, onto her chest, your heart pounding in your ears. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the aftershocks of your intense encounter still coursing through your bodies.

Slowly, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, but for now, you basked in the post-coital haze, the tension between the two of you replaced by an unspoken understanding.

As the afterglow of your first encounter began to fade, Widowmaker leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. Her soft, warm breath mingled with yours, and you felt the familiar pull of desire returning.

You broke the kiss, your eyes locking with hers. "Do you want another round, Lacroix?" you asked, your voice thick with lust.

Widowmaker nodded lustfully, a devious glint in her eyes. "Yes, Y/N, but this time, I want to be in control," she purred, her French accent thickening.

You untied her bonds, and she dropped her legs to the floor. Her costume was still partly torn, revealing her wetness. She grabbed your hand and led you to the couch, pushing you gently onto your back.

Widowmaker straddled you, guiding your still hard member to her entrance. You felt her tightness enveloping you, and she began to rock her hips, sliding you in and out of her at a slow, teasing pace.

"Mmm, Y/N, you feel so good," she moaned, her hips grinding against yours. "I love how you fill me up."

You reached up and cupped her breasts, the weight of them in your hands feeling perfect. Widowmaker arched her back, her head thrown back, her body moving with the rhythm you'd set.

"Oh, Y/N... Ungghhh, your cock is hitting all the right spots!" she cried out, her back arched, her ass undulating.

Widowmaker guided you to the edge of the couch, the change in angle providing even deeper penetration. You could see her plump ass jiggling with each thrust, the sight driving you wild.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "Mmm... ahhh... fuck, yes! Keep going, baby."

You pulled her up, your lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss, your hands gripping her hips, guiding her body up and down your length.

Widowmaker pushed herself up, her eyes locked with yours. "Uuhhh, I'm close, don't stop, Y/N!"

You gave her hips a firm slap, feeling a delicious shiver run through her body. You flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees on the couch, her ass still presented to you like the perfect offering.

"Uahh, you are driving me wild, Lacroix," you growled, giving her ass a firm smack.

You plunged into her from behind, the tightness of her pussy sending a shockwave through your body. Widowmaker's moans grew louder, her hips bucking to meet your thrusts.

You lowered yourself to her ear, your breath hot against her skin. "Fuck, Y/N, harder! I want to feel that cock pound into me!"

You obliged, your thrusts becoming more forceful, your balls slapping against her ass with each movement. Widowmaker's cries grew louder, her French accent thickening, "Ugh, Y/N, you're breeding me like the wild stallion you are."

As you watched her body tremble beneath you, you felt the familiar pressure building. Widowmaker's eyes locked with yours, her face a mask of pure lust.

You gave one final, powerful thrust, your release spurting into her. Widowmaker cried out, her orgasm washing over her.

"Oh, Y/N, pound my pussy, I want that cum!" she shouted, her back arching as she came.

You collapsed onto her back, your chest heaving, sweat dripping down your temples. Widowmaker's body trembled beneath you, her breathing ragged.

"Ahh, Y/N, your cock... I can't take it, I'm cumming!" she cried out, her body convulsing, her release coating your cock.

When your breathing had returned to normal, you looked down at Widowmaker, her hair tousled, her makeup smeared. Your heart raced as you realized what had transpired between the two of you, but for now, you savored the moment, the heat of your bodies still entwined.

"Uhhh, yes, Y/N, fuck me, don't stop, don't you dare stop," Widowmaker whispered, her voice heavy with satisfaction.

You didn't respond, simply pressing a soft kiss against her neck, content to linger in the aftermath of your heated encounters. As she caught her breath, you trailed your fingers through her damp curls, her body still humming from the orgasm you'd just given her. She looked up at you, her eyes unfocused, her lips parted in a soft smile.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against her earlobe before whispering, "Lacroix, I have a proposition for you."

Widowmaker met your gaze, her eyes piercing into yours. There was silence for a moment, the only sound was the soft rustling of her breathing.

You slowly inserted a finger into her wetness, gently massaging her inner walls. Widowmaker gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Ah, Y/N, you're still so... insatiable," she said, her voice heavy with lust.

You continued to stroke her, the rhythm slow but deliberate, your thumb teasing her clit. Widowmaker's body began to tremble, her breathing became labored.

"Mmm, Y/N, don't stop," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Your finger began to move faster, Widowmaker's moans growing louder. "Ahh, Y/N, I'm close, I can't... I can't take it!"

You withdrew your finger, then replaced it with two, curling them to hit her g-spot. Widowmaker's back arched, her legs trembling.

"Oh, daddy, stopppp... Ahhh... ahhh, don't... stop...!" she cried out, her voice almost a plea.

Her walls clenched around your fingers, the waves of her orgasm washing over her. You continued to stroke her until her body stilled, her breaths shallow and shaky.

You removed your fingers, leaning down to kiss her softly on the lips. When you pulled away, you looked her in the eye.

"Lacroix, your talent is wasted on Talon. I'm offering you a chance to join the good fight, to make a difference. It's time to leave your past behind and start a new chapter."

Widowmaker stared at you, her eyes reflecting a mixture of thought and uncertainty. Her stoic expression didn't falter, but her eyes hinted at the inner turmoil she faced.

You waited, allowing her time to consider your proposal. The silence stretched on, the tension in the room palpable.

Finally, Widowmaker nodded, her voice low and firm. "Y/N, I'll consider it."

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "That's all I can ask for, Lacroix."

With that, the two of you lay entwined on the couch, the night still young and full of possibilities.

The future was uncertain, but for now, the promise of change lingered in the air. Widowmaker's stoic yet sultry demeanor remained, but perhaps, just perhaps, a small crack had formed, allowing hope to seep in.

And so, a new chapter began for Widowmaker, one that would test her loyalty and push her to confront her past.

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

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- shauna shipman (adult & teen)

- taissa turner (adult)

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- moira o’deorain

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- cruella de vil

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misc. characters

- eda clawthorne

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[hotelofheroines]

Widowmaker x Symmetra Free Use Session (Featuring Rikku)

Situated on either side of the kitchen island in Satya's suite, Satya and Rikku were having an engaged discussion in engineering over a pot of chai when Satya's phone buzzed. Satya interrupted the conversation for a moment to read the text she just got from Amelie, her eyes going a little wide and growing flush from the context of the message.

"Huh? Something wrong, Satie?" Rikku asked, teetering between curious and concerned based on Satya's reaction.

"Um...No. Nothing wrong. Um...Amelie just said that she's going to be...'visiting' in a little bit." She replied, clearly bashful and a little worried.

"And...? Should I go? Do you want me to keep her out? You seem...anxious?"

"Well...maybe you should go, yes." Satya replied, before lifting her eyebrows as an idea hit her, biting her lip from whatever it was. "Unless...unless you want to...to watch..." Satya offered, to be met with Rikku's confusion. It just took another insistent eyebrow raise for it to click to for Rikku.

"Oh! Um..." She thought for a moment, looking over Satya being bashful but now clearly excited. "Yeah. I don't care. If it's cool with both of you."

Satya sighed with relief and texted Amelie back. "So...I'm probably going to try and keep talking to you...during. As much as Amelie 'let's' me."

As Rikku was about to respond, Satya got another text that made her jump and let out a little squeak. She rushed to the door and made it ajar for Amelie to walk right in before going back to leaning over the counter and her cup of tea, looking at Rikku with excited anxiety. "Um...where were we?"

-

It was still another few minutes before the ajar door opened and Amelie strolled in, unsurprised to see Rikku sitting at the counter as she closed the door. "Hello, Rikku." She greeted, casually strolling to where Satya was leaning against the other side of the counter and blatantly beginning to fondle Satya' impressive hips.

"Oh! Hey, Amelie. Um...lovely day, right?" Rikku replied awkwardly, trying her best to play along with the little fantasy that she'd volunteered to help the two fulfill.

"I suppose. Though I much prefer rainy days, personally." Amelie replied, only half-paying attention to the small talk anyway. Amelie chuckled and gave Satya a spank that made her let out a little yelp before biting her lip. That was about as much as Amelie was going to contribute to the conversation as she knelt down behind Satya and lowered her casual yoga pants, pressing her face into her ass to begin licking and kissing Satya's pussy.

"Oooh~! Um...Both are rather niiiiice~ -nice to me." Satya said, trying her best to still act casual and keep conversation going as she was eaten out. Rikku wasn't much better, craning her neck to get a better look at Satya's ass while Amelie was at work. But she did snap out of it and switch back to talking to Satya.

Rikku tried her best to keep the casual talk about being a desert-dweller and enjoying the sun, and Satya tried her best to listen and chime in with India being a tropical and heavily-humid region, all while Amelie was melting the architect's brain with her tongue. Rikku had to constantly shift in her seat, adjusting the hard-on in her shorts that couldn't go down watching the two and hearing Satya's words interrupted by sexy moans.

Eventually Amelie relented her tongue and stood up, giving Satya another hard spank to make even more turned on, if that was possible. "Well, France is more coastal, so we do get a lot more rain..." She started to finally chime in while she produced her cock from within her catsuit. With two simple motions, Amelie penetrated Satya's dripping pussy and the free-use doll had to tap out of the conversation. While Amelie thrust her hips and spoke to Rikku about the silly small talk, Satya rested her forehead down on the counter and moaned out for real. Though Amelie quickly ran her hand through Satya's long hair to grab a handful of it for more forceful thrusts. Amelie could easily keep up the pleasantries, but Rikku...

The spectator gave in and fished her cock out of her shorts, beginning to stroke herself as she watched the two go at it. All conversation stopped and the only sounds were Satya and Rikku's moans mixed with the clap of Amelie's hips against Satya's ass from the rough fucking. Satya's moans just got louder and higher pitch as Amelie continued, fuckibg her harder and deeper, making her cumdump arch her back more. When Satya came, it was very noticeable from her long, guttural moan and her squirt splashing onto the kitchen floor. Seeing her like send Rikku over the edge too, whimpering as she shot her load, painting a section of the counter with her cum.

Of course, Amelie was harder to make cum and even as Satya was oversensitive from her orgasm, she didn't slow down or change her angle, overstimulating the free-use doll and causing her to whimper. And Rikku had multiple loads to give, cock still hard as she confused to watch.

"Rikku, would you like a turn with her?" Amelie asked, only slightly distracted by the effort she was putting into the fuck and pleasure of Satya's wet pussy around her cock. "Once I'm finished, I think that I'll catch up on some reading, so she'll be all yours. Just be patient..." Amelie said with a grin, the cum-drunk Satya nodding eagerly at the idea. The free-use agreement could be talked about after. Right now, Satya just wanted to be used by everybody~

[lovelyyjun]

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── profiles 1 - the mane six

yn ln has been fighting and clawing to get verified for about 3 months now. streamer mainly, works at a thrift store with jisung part time. while she isn't cursing elon, you can find her streaming games with her friends (mostly overwatch), binging my little pony, or scamming 8 years on adopt me with jisung, but that one stays between them.

ryujin would be the token gay friend if they weren't all a little (lot) gay. agent 1 of yn's secret service + roomate #1. she's been bombarding elon with emails alongside yn and will not stop until they win the war. ryujin's streams usually consist of her shitting on incels in cod, but every once and a while you can find her playing overwatch with yn after a long day. (she's a widowmaker main)

one might be wondering how baddie zhang hao ended up being friends with these unfortunately hot losers, he doesn't know either. agent 2 of yn's secret service + roommate #2. hao's an amazing person, not even to mention amazing friend, but yn is not ashamed to admit even if he sucked she would keep him around just because of how much pr he receives. he's also the only friend that will still watch rewatch mlp with her for the 87th time.

despite not living with her, yangyang is yn's first best friend. they've been by each other's side since elementary school. he was there when she learned to tie her shoes, he was her first kiss, and he was there when she made the jump and dropped out of college and finally pursue streaming. this does not mean they won't gauge each other's eyes out over which villager in animal crossing is cutest.

renjun is yn's second best friend. renjun is also the only one with a respectable job. he is currently serving his residency at a nearby hospital and he hates (loves) it. renjun met yn and yangyang in 4th grade, helping bringing yn to the nurses after a shitty jump off the swings. they clicked immediately. he brings balance to them, his mellow being contagious. barely goes out with the group anymore, but yn will always find time to bring the group to him. he's honestly yn's hero. if yn thanks him for anything, he always waxes that 'you being an idiot led me to my dream job, so don't worry about it, okay?'

jisung is well….jisung. he works at a thrift shop down the road from yn's apartment. they met one day when ryujin and her decided to check it out. it was like out of a movie, she locked eyes with jisung and his ridiculously bleached beyond repair hair and fireworks went off in her brain. he was perpetually shy when they first spoke and could barely make conversation but yn just kept coming back until she was basically just hanging out with him his entire shift. it's been about a year and a half now since they met & she has fully indoctrinated him into the friend group.

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Exploration of the now-offline Far Cry 5 official websites

Part 15: Mary May Fairgrave

Recovered content

Mary May was one of the first Far Cry 5 characters to be revealed, along with Jerome and Nick. Here is what the American website said about her on July 13th, 2017:

THE BARKEEP MARY MAY FAIRGRAVE Born and raised in the Holland Valley, Mary May, along with her family, owned and operated the Spread Eagle, Hope County’s local watering hole. But after her parents died, it became tough to make ends meet – the bank foreclosed on the bar and sold it to Eden’s Gate for pennies. Her family’s legacy is now in the unfit hands of the cult. But she’ll no longer sit back and watch them drive it into the ground – it’s time to get the Eagle back and revive everything her parents spent their lives building.

The linked video was this one:

In the “Meet Far Cry 5's Characters” article from May 26th, 2017, this is what we could read:

MARY MAY FAIRGRAVE A lifelong resident of Hope County, Mary May used to own and operate her family's saloon, The Spread Eagle. The bank foreclosed on the place after her parents died and money ran short, however, and Eden's Gate took it over for pennies on the dollar. Watching the cult swallow up her birthright is a bridge too far, and she's ready to take back the Eagle – and Hope County – by any means necessary.

On or before February 9th, 2018, the text in her information box was modified:

THE BARKEEP MARY MAY FAIRGRAVE Mary May recently lost the only people she ever really loved: her parents. Born and raised in the Holland Valley, her father drove a truck and her mother ran the family watering hole, The Spread Eagle. Life wasn’t always easy, but it was good. And no matter what, they had each other. When Mary’s parents died, the bank seized the property and Eden’s Gate bought it for pennies. Mary blames Eden’s Gate, and she’s not going to let it stand. The Spread Eagle is her HOME—her parents’ legacy. Not only is she going to get it back, she’s going to get revenge.

Then, the video was under the text instead of in the picture, and the page existed at least until February 7th, 2020:

And this is what the European website used to say about her:

MARY MAY FAIRGRAVE THE BARKEEP Born and raised in the Holland Valley, Mary May, along with her family, owned and operated the Spread Eagle, Hope County’s local watering hole. But after her parents died, it became tough to make ends meet – the bank foreclosed on the bar and sold it to Eden’s Gate for pennies. Her family’s legacy is now in the unfit hands of the cult. But she’ll no longer sit back and watch them drive it into the ground – it’s time to get the Eagle back and revive everything her parents spent their lives building.

The video was the same (but posted by Ubisoft UK):

Commentary

All descriptions say Eden’s Gate bought the Spread Eagle and legally owned it, but my understanding of the in-game situation was that Mary May still had the bar. While the cult reportedly bribed the county to make it “illegal to transport alcohol”, as she explains in Far Cry 5, I don’t think they managed to push her out of business or that the Spread Eagle was closed. At least, not before the Reaping.

The 2017 version of the description didn’t mention her father’s truck, the Widowmaker, even though it was already visible in the Announcement Trailer.

The brother she talks about in the very first trailer dedicated to her and who is an important character in the novel Far Cry: Absolution is never mentioned in the descriptions. That said, in Far Cry 5, she never says she had any siblings either, but she confirms her parents are dead. In the trailer, she explains she lost her mother first; in the game, her father was the first one to die.

Under the cut are all the available source files, saved directly from the website, of the images you see in the screenshots:

[butterslapzme]

Sweet - Widowmaker x Reader [One-Shot]

[A/N] This is my first time really posting and using tumblr. I usually reside on AO3... Learning formatting. Thank you for understanding. Enjoy.

Relatively SFW. Mostly fluff/teasing. Female Reader insert, but can be Neutral.

You had agreed to go out of the country to go on this mission, but really, you just wanted to go just to see Paris. A little self-indulging to vacation since you hardly got the time, but you knew how to act professionally. Being suggested to pair up with the infamous, Widowmaker, you were maybe a little skittish around her alone.

Luckily, she was neutral to you, as you were both only acquainted. As long as you did your part, everything was fine. Just her medic, but you were experienced with various weapons, but only when necessary. The killing was Widow's job anyway, and everyone knew how deadly accurate she was with her sniper. 

Both of you stayed in Hotel Beau Ciel for the evening, and you were gawking out the window staring at the Eiffel tower. The room was very luxurious from what you're used to. Glancing out the window, your eyes hooked onto Amélie sitting on the balcony reading a book.

Biting your lower lip you took walked to open the doors to the balcony as she ignored your presence. Wanting to strike up a conversation, your lips twitched and formed to make words, but nothing came out at first.

You cleared your throat to break the silence. "...Glad we got paired up, Lacroix."

There was a little silence before yellow eyes took a glimpse at you with disinterest.

"I tolerate you. The feeling is mutual." she hummed plainly.

Back to reading the book, she flipped a page and crossed her legs. Holding your breath, you struggled to find more words of initiation. Staring at her long straight hair that was usually up in a ponytail was captivating as it would flow in the summer breeze.

From her hair, to her bare shoulders in a casual outfit, it was interesting to not see her in her latex suit get-up. You flinched when you heard a knockback from inside the hotel.

Furrowing her brows, she turned half her head to the knocking as well. 

"Who is that?" She asked, glaring up at you, knowing she didn't expect anyone.

"Relax, it's just the hotel service... I got hungry." You scoffed at her distrust and walked back in to respond to the door.

There was a trolley of various sweets you ordered and just nodded to the omnic that brought the cart instead of bothering to say thank you.

Amélie watched, her expression softening once you closed the door, no one else coming back in but you. Resuming her book, she was interrupted by your incoming footsteps from behind again.

"Dieu..." She muttered. "What is it now?" 

"I'd thought maybe you'd want something to drink." 

Turning all the way around, you held a wine glass in your hand, and in the other a bottle of French wine with a label you'd likely butcher if you had read it yourself. This had surprised her.

You thought of her even if it wasn't exactly a wine of her tastes. Raising your brows, you awaited her response, expecting to be rejected just by her normal cold attitude. Amélie didn't say much, but she did stand and close the balcony doors, bringing herself inside. 

You didn't mean to, but you smiled a little, popping the cork off and pouring her the shimmering red liquid, the aroma very pleasing.

"Merci." Amélie thanked, sitting on a nearby sofa, again she crossed her legs and leaned back.

"Sure," you muttered softly.

Taking a sip, she watched you go to the coffee table, taking off the metallic lids to behold the dishes. Your eyes lit like magic, looking at the cannelés, crème brûlée, and wrapped crepes.

You felt like a child being fascinated by sweets all over again. While she kept it discreet in her mind, Amélie was a little bit amused. Picking up the crepe plate first, you wanted to sit next to her on the sofa. 

Raising a brow, she took the hint and silently scoot over. Criss-crossing your legs up, you didn't even bother getting a napkin you didn't even use utensils.

Amélie gave you a bewildered look when you ate it with your fingers like a cupcake or something. She facepalmed and felt the heavy urge to correct you.

"Vous êtes désordre..." You had not paid any mind, usually not acknowledging when she would speak in her natural language. At least until she called you out by your last name. 

"Hm?" Freezing midchew, you stopped to look at her. "Tsk, Tsk, tsk." she suddenly leaned forward, her fingers reaching for your face. Your eyes widened, only inching back little by little.

You couldn't tell if it was the curiosity or fear that didn't make you not runoff. There was syrup chocolate left on your bottom lip and a little on your chin.

Wiping it off your chin with her thumb, she licked the syrup up, staring straight into your eyes as she did so.

You were speechless.

Hesitantly, you lowered the plate onto your lap and swallowed slowly. A small bit of whipped cream was squeezed from the crepe since you gripped too hard onto it. It landed on your chest and you sucked your teeth irritatedly, your ears perking to Amélie chuckling to herself.

"Ma chérie, are you doing it on purpose by now?" 

"N-No, it was on accident." You flustered and stuttered at her remark.

Should you be enticed or shocked? Maybe even scared. This was a strange side to see from her. And there was no way she was drunk. You leaned over to grab a napkin, placing the plate down on the coffee table again.

Taking your distraction as a chance to strike, she leaned forward again in advance. Instead of her fingers sweeping the sugar off your skin, her tongue licked it up, getting a good grip on your shoulder to lean on.

"Lacroix!" You gasped out.

Amélie was fascinated with your reaction. The way your face scrunched, your lips parted, and your brows twisted up. So full of emotion. 

It was nothing compared to getting a lovely, clean assassination, but doing this to you filled her with some sort of...

Satisfaction. 

Just a little.

"How sweet." Amélie purred.

Heat blasted in your body. Feeling anxious, you broke her up-close hardcore gaze. She didn't want you to look away, she truly wanted to drink in your emotions. Since you were hardly putting up a fight,  she encouraged herself to press on. 

Slim fingers reached over to the table, grabbing a spoon from the next plate with the crème brúlée. Staring at her slow movements, you felt tenser as she scooped up the dessert, and brought it to your lips. 

Breathing in slowly, you hesitated but gave in. Parting your lips, you admit the flavor on your tastebuds was amazing. When the spoon left your lips, it was clean.

Amélie hummed softly, as she traced the spoon on your skin. From your lips, down to your chin, down to your neck, and finally down to your chest. Holding your breath,  it dropped a little further down between your breasts.

"You truly are in for a treat, petit papillon."

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[nyctophiliq]

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"i get messages from the stars, you must be from another galaxy."

flipping through your mail the moment you get home, your eyes catch an envelope only with your name on it. curiosity killed the cat and you are taking your chances, turning it around and opening it by the cutout heart shape, pulling a small letter out. it goes on and on about how they love you that they smile at you so brightly, that the sun and moon would envy the light that emits from it. that their look is so smitten and intrigued with you only, before not being able to hold back a small chuckle of happiness. loving you that everything you might hate about yourself just became another thing they love about you. all the little scars and marks, every curve, every big and small facial feature, you used to hate as a child. they'd love them for that is what makes you, you. but who sent it?

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[maletofujoshi]

i think we need to talk about sexuality more. like has anyone else seen the use of the term “safe horny” by like, the current wave of gamergaters? which essentially means “horniness that is politically correct/weak and gross and gay/woke” and is used to describe like, Hades Character Designs, Lady Dimetrescu from Resident Evil, and like. well basically mostly just that. the term is mostly used to describe a new wave of sexuality that (in their mind) stand in opposition to images like, idk, probably shit like widowmaker overwatch, big titty anime girls. we need to start talking about and thinking about sexuality before right wing ideologues claim themselves to be like, the “fun” and “honest” ones. and also before the vision of sexuality present in hades takes hold i don’t like it personally