Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Hello baby girl." Wynonna smiled nervously as Waverly finally walked in the front door of their home. Waverly glared at her, and then asked, "What, have you been there the entire time?" "Mostly." Wynonna admitted, "I went looking for you, but you weren'...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Waverly Earp cried out in panic as she was suddenly awoken by something landing on her. As anyone would she freaked out for a few long seconds, then anger replaced fear as she realised it was her sister on top of her. But that was where the normality cease...
This is sweetly and humbly dedicated to my co-author, collaborator and partner in literotica crime, the beautiful "funwithryleigh", who was too shy to post this under her name, but can out-write me every day of the week. She is as smart as she is well-endowed, and I mean that in the "titular" way... Waverly leaned back against the bar, looking at all of t...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ** Waverly had imagined sleeping with Wynonna a thousand times, and each of those times she woke up alone. Reality was better than she could have possibly imagined, not only because of the sex which was somehow more amazing than she dreamed, but because when she...
Voyeurism is described as the sexual interest in or practice of spying on people engaged in intimate behaviors such as undressing, sexual activity, or other actions usually considered to be of a private nature. That's what my story is about! All those engaged in that sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. I had just turned twenty one when my...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Waverly Earp didn't have the best childhood. That was a massive understatement, but the most fucked up thing about it, and her whole life in general, was that her life actually got better after her Daddy and eldest sister died. To even think that was awful...
(Author's note. This story, set in the 1890s, is obviously fiction. Waverly, KS exists and was my parent's home town. The character, John Senior, who makes a cameo appearance early in the story was a real person, was the mayor of Waverly and has a street named for him there. He is my maternal grandfather.) I had a good job. I was the editor and part owner o...
A/N: This is actually a very short chapter that will lead into the final chapter of the Conspiracy saga. Standard Disclaimers Apply ***** Roarke's plane was about to make it's descent on the private New York runway when they heard the news. Eve: Do you know where they transported her too, Ishikawa? Ishikawa: She's being transported to the Drake Cen...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place during Episode 7 of Season 1. ***** "What! Your ass is..." Nicole Haught exclaimed, immediately doing something weird with her hands which she quickly put a stop to, "It's top shelf man, top shelf." In response Wynonna Ear...
You read the letter again as the limousine from the regional airport pulls up into the driveway... Dear Robin Nordhal, Hello, you do not know me, but I know you. My name is Randal F. Styles of Jackson, Waverly, Styles, and Kant: LLC. Our firm has had the surreal and sometimes difficult job of representing your estranged great-uncle on your father's side Hor...