“Sombra! Sombra, get back here right now, I will shoot you if I have to!” Widowmaker, AKA Amelie, was chasing a wily young woman around a homey living room. They scrambled over large couches, the dining room table, and kicked up the carefully laid out rug in their rough housing.


“-And then, I tore open her tight jacket, revealing that she wore no clothes underneath. She blushed in a fit of excitement and embarrassment- Amelie this is gettin

Of Best Friends, Bets and Bellies:
Widowmaker
tossed her grapple hook at the roof’s edge before hauling herself
upwards. Rolling forward she quickly scanned her surroundings with
her sniper rifle’s scope before taking her position at the far end
of the top of the building. She only had a little more time to set
up before the enemy would come by this way, trying to get their
payload to the destination. Her teammates, spread out below her
vantage point, would try and keep the enemy from adva

Overwatch:
Tracer's Accidental Belly Trip
By Trinity/UltimaSlash
Tracer and
her team were just on the last legs of getting their payload to the
designated destination at Hollywood. “We're almost there,”
called out Tracer. “Just keep pushing!”
Up above
on a railing, Widowmaker scoped out the opposing team. She saw
Tracer zooming about and keeping others away from the payload.
Widowmaker struggled to get a steady shot. With Genji soon running
up near her, she took a shot at Tracer. S

Mei
was yet another victim of Symmetra’s transformative outburst at the
Halloween party. Mei’s costume of choice was a ghost, represented
by white bed-sheet draped over her chubby form with a pair of square
holes cut out to allow her glasses to poke through. Despite the
holes, she still had difficulty seeing, and would frequently bump
into the other guests, following it up with a barrage of apologies.
Once
Symmetra’s barrage of reality-changing waves assaulted the party,
Mei was turned