The Unfulfilled Wife - Chapter 08
This was a fun chapter to write! I'm not sure if this is the end of the story, I might do 1-2 more chapters exploring Harry, Molly and Arthur's new dynamic :)
2025-04-22 18:52:47 +0000 UTC View Post
This was a fun chapter to write! I'm not sure if this is the end of the story, I might do 1-2 more chapters exploring Harry, Molly and Arthur's new dynamic :)
2025-04-22 18:52:47 +0000 UTC View PostWe're nearing the end now!
2025-04-21 12:18:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 07 of The Unfulfilled Wife was flagged by Patreon yesterday for violating their community guidelines. I’ve sent an appeal to them to have it reinstated.
The post should (hopefully) be restored in 1-2 days. If not, I’ll figure out an alternate method for delivering these files to Patrons.
2025-04-16 12:32:29 +0000 UTC View PostHarry woke to the warmth of morning light and an unfamiliar weight pressing against his side. He blinked the last remnants of sleep from his eyes, focusing his vision on the petite figure whose bushy hair tickled his chin.
The events of last night rushed back. Hermione’s touch, the pleasure she gave him, the sight of her, flushed beneath his exploring fingers...It had been intimate in a way he’d never experienced, not even with Ginny.
Harry stilled his b...
2025-04-07 11:02:47 +0000 UTC View PostHarry knelt on the pantry floor, face buried between Molly’s thighs. His shoulders dug into her soft inner thighs, forcing her legs wider. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he devoured her with intensity. The pantry door stood ajar, each second risking discovery. Arthur’s snores from upstairs were their only protection.
Molly’s dress was bunched around her waist, revealing stockinged legs that quivered uncontrollably. Her breasts heaved beneath the thin cotton, nipples straining aga...
2025-04-05 18:45:50 +0000 UTC View PostMoonlight bathed the beach in silver, the distant music from the resort fading into the rhythm of waves. Harry's mind raced as he led Fleur toward the shadow of the cliffs, his fingers still wrapped around her wrist. The warmth of her skin reminded him of the dangerous line he was walking.
He stopped when they reached a spot hidden from view, sheltered by a natural alcove in the cliff face. Harry released her hand and stepped back, creating space between them that ...
2025-03-30 01:17:00 +0000 UTC View PostWaves crashed against the shore, carrying the salty scent of the French coastline through the open balcony doors. Inside the luxurious seaside suite, candles flickered across the walls, casting shadows that matched the anticipation in Fleur Delacour's—now Fleur Weasley's—heart.
She had waited for this night. Planned for it. Dreamed of it.
Fleur straddled Bill on their wedding bed, her silvery-blonde hair cascading down her back. At 5'8" wi...
2025-03-30 01:12:25 +0000 UTC View PostI had a blast with this one. My first anal scene! Hope everyone enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
Twilight settled over the Burrow, painting the ramshackle house in amber and purple. Harry stood at the kitchen window, watching Molly make her way toward Arthur’s shed. Her silhouette moved with purpose, her flowered dress billowing in the evening breeze, the outline of her voluptuous curves pressing against the fabric.
Their eyes had met across the d...
2025-03-28 06:15:06 +0000 UTC View PostSleep eluded Hermione. The enchanted ceiling displayed a waning moon drifting among scattered clouds, casting shifting shadows across the floor. She’d been staring at it for hours, her mind racing through their predicament, categorizing possible solutions, each more intimate than the last.
Their earlier attempt had left her shaken—not by disgust, but by how natural it had felt to be pressed against Harry, how her body had responded with enthusiasm that m...
2025-03-28 03:12:54 +0000 UTC View PostMorning arrived with the gentle glow of dawn. Harry woke to the scent of fresh toast and tea—breakfast had appeared on the small table in the corner. He glanced at Hermione’s bed where she slept peacefully, her bushy hair spread across the pillow.
He watched her, struck by how vulnerable she looked asleep. Their friendship had weathered trolls, time travel and countless life or death situations. And yet, this predicament they were in felt more personal tha...
2025-03-27 03:23:58 +0000 UTC View PostHarry Potter squinted at the ancient tome spread before him, his glasses sliding down his nose. The Room of Requirement had provided everything they needed—an oak table, comfortable chairs, shelves of reference materials, and a perpetually hot pot of tea. Perfect studying conditions, as Hermione had requested.
“Any luck deciphering that section?” Hermione asked, looking up from her notes. Her bushy hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with curly strand...
2025-03-27 03:19:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe Burrow hummed with life for the first time in weeks. Ron and Hermione had arrived for dinner, along with George and Angelina, bringing laughter back to the old house. Evening light spilled through the windows as Molly organized the chaos of a Weasley dinner.
“Hermione, dear, would you set the table? Ron, those potatoes need peeling. George, stop that—those knives are not toys!”
Harry leaned against the counter, watching Molly in her element. She moved with grace, her hai...
2025-03-26 03:38:01 +0000 UTC View PostHarry sipped his tea, pretending to read the Daily Prophet while his mind replayed yesterday’s encounter with Molly. The way his fingers sank into the pillowy softness of her heavy breasts. The slick heat between them as his cock slid back and forth, her encouraging words that still made his cheeks burn.
The kitchen door swung open, startling him from his daydream. Molly entered, carrying a basket of fresh herbs from the garden. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, curls of red...
2025-03-25 23:53:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe Burrow’s kitchen was silent, save for the ticking clock on the wall. Late afternoon sun spilled through the windows, casting long shadows across the wooden table where Harry sat. A breeze fluttered the curtains, carrying the scent of wildflowers from the garden. He’d been writing to Hermione, or trying to. His mind constantly drifted to the morning’s encounter with Molly, to the way her eyes had lingered on him before Ron’s interruption.
The clock chimed. Harry glanced up at...
2025-03-25 03:55:49 +0000 UTC View PostHere's a silly one for all you Harry/Molly shippers. Harry spends the summer with Molly and discovers her hidden collection of steamy novels, sparking forbidden desire within him.
July heat hung heavy over the Burrow.
Harry Potter was sprawled on the worn sofa, a Quidditch magazine laid forgotten on his lap. At nineteen, he’d finally grown into his frame—broad shoulders, squared jaw, the faded lightning scar now just another feature rather than his def...
2025-03-25 03:52:21 +0000 UTC View PostHere's a story written a few years back based off a prompt from r/HPsmut. It's an AU where Tonks survives the final battle and has a hard time adapting to life as a single mom. Enjoy!
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Rain pelted the cottage windows. A single lamp cast pale light across the living room, illuminating the chaos—a stuffed hippogriff with one wing missing beside an overturned stack of books, a teething ring under the coffee table. Through the kitchen doorway, ...
2025-03-24 18:10:22 +0000 UTC View Post