𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 . . .
A woman named Y/n DeChu Donowitz A.K.A "The Walking Wipe Out" and her dog Mischa, meet two reporters while seeking shelter from the harsh desert. One thing is for sure, Donowitz would never have guessed th...
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ (A/n: NSFW warning. It's going to be in Wolfwood's pov for this chapter.)
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I slowly opened my eyes.
I remember we found the hotel Y/n was talking about and decided we were gonna stay there. There wasn't a bar nearby, but there was canned and glassed beer we could buy from the front desk.
Y/n had way too much to drink, and so did I, but still not as much as her. I remember dragging her up to one of the rooms we had rented for the night, setting her drunken self down on the bed, then going to the bathroom for a reason I can't recall.
The rest was foggy. I can't picture what happened in my head.
So that's how I ended up here: plainly in my boxer briefs and laying in the bed with the blankets piled on the floor.
I looked around, but didn't lift my head from the bedding. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw The Punisher leaning up against the wall. It was dark, making the room I was in a deep blue color.
God I'm thirsty...I need water.
I was just about to get up before I saw Y/n walk over to me. Her hair was messy, she was wearing a white tank top, no bra and navy blue panties.
"Oh...Y/n...It's you." my throat was dry and it kinda hurt to talk. "Water..." I mumbled, trying to get up from my spot on the bed, but Y/n had abruptly straddled me, keeping me in place.
The woman leaned forward. "You were mumbling something about being thirsty, so I got you some waaaaaterrrrr." Y/n slurred out as she shoved a water bottle in my face.
"Well I can't drink it while laying down right." I said, looking away from Y/n. Seeing her with barely any clothing on made me feel strange. The h/c woman scooted back and was now sitting on top of my thighs. I sat up, and she gave me the water bottle.
"Thanks." I took a long drink from the metal container, and some of the water dripped down my chin.
"You're welcooommmmme."
Once I was done I looked Y/n in the eyes. She gave me a drunk smile and snatched the bottle away from me. Then moved back up to her original spot on my pelvis and pushed me back down.
