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the ao3 author curse is real af

not sure if this is necessary, but to those wondering or vaguely interested - i am not dead. i am not gone. i intend whole-heartedly to keep writing and posting fics. i intend to finish the works that i've started or taken on as a request.

but holy fuck i am in the deep end

my current life affairs are all aflame, in every category. major life changes are coinciding and playing out like a symphony of chaos.

i love how as soon as i got into the flow of writing - a little hobby that makes me happy (god forbid) - my life immediately fell apart.

this isn't to complain or whine or make excuses. simply to update anyone who might be wondering where the hell i've been.

the answer is:

crashing the fuck out

but even while everything around me implodes, i am reminded why i love fanfiction. i am not fucking kidding when i say this niche art form is keeping me going. when everything has been stressing me to the point of sickness, my only reprieve from it remains the stories that people create.

if only for a millisecond, my mind can find refuge in another time and place, (regardless of its reality), i find myself clinging to the fraction of hope that things will eventually be okay again. and those little pieces of hope are scattered among all the stories people share on this site and Ao3.

it really comes down to stories and their power to heal. to help you envision a world in which you can be loved. in which you can achieve your dreams. in which you can survive the worst days of your life.

in which you are not so achingly alone.

it doesn't matter if it isn't real. if it's a silly little one shot or blurb. if it makes you see alternatives to your current circumstances, through the telling of fictional characters and fictional circumstances, then that's what makes all the difference. that is what makes stories works of art.

In conclusion to this impromptu essay, I am definitively Not Okay, but I will be back to writing as soon as things settle down.

And to those that need to hear it: please keep writing the stories you want to tell. Please share the ideas, the characters, the stories you are passionate about. It doesn't matter what format they come in. Because I guarantee you someone (me) will read that one blurb or one shot or work and find so much joy in it.

Okay, I'm done,

Arden x

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This is so uplifting and sweet. He's so cute. Ugh.

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If Foggy ever said this line “can you run through the pitch again ? you’re just so good at explaining it, it’s so interesting !” I think I would burst into ugly sobs. I would die if someone asked me to willingly overexplain something again and again lol

I can totally hear Foggy singing off-key and now I'm lonely.

Just kidding! Kinda. This is super sweet and I'm filing away this visual in my head for rainy days.

These scenarios are so endearing! I didn't even send the ask but I'm benefiting so thank you for writing them!!

Welcome to tumblr!!! I'm loving your posts so far! I was wondering if you could write a little something for Foggy? There's a CRIMINAL lack of fics for my man on here

Maybe something like he's always hyping you up? Like bad day for your self esteem, and he's there telling you how perfect and wonderful you are, or you have a work/college project coming up and he's totally focused on you talking about it and telling you he knows you'll pass/do amazing?

thank you for the kind welcome honey ! you’re right, the lack of foggy is absolutely illegal, and i think we need to sue !

foggy nelson is your number one cheerleader, no doubt about it — that man lives to support you any which way he can, and we all know he’s a certified yapper. talking you up is the easiest way for him to lift you up emotionally, and even if you’re not having a bad day he’s doing it. it could be the simplest, most menial accomplishment and he’s acting like you hung the moon and stars, because to him everything you do is amazing !

specifically however if you’re not feeling confident about something you’ve got to do — a presentation, a difficult conversation, even just doing a deep clean of your closet — he’s immediately breaking out the metaphorical pom-poms, ready to cheer you on. he’ll bring you little snacks, like cut up fruit he tried to make into smiley faces, or a few pastries from your favorite bakery. he’s got a never ending stream of praise for you too, even if you’ve only just started; “wow, that already looks amazing !” “can you run through the pitch again ? you’re just so good at explaining it, it’s so interesting !” and his personal favorite “wow, how’d i get so lucky ? you’re so … incredible !”

and god forbid your brain is fighting you, trying to drag your self worth to the floor — foggy will not stand for it ! he’s cajoling you out of your funk with two warm hands over your own, singing off key to the radio cause he knows it makes you laugh, dancing with you in the kitchen while he tries to make your favorite food and pressing so many kisses to your face you can’t help but smile. he’s human sunshine when your mood is cloudy and gray, smothering you with all the love and affection you can handle ♡

[i love you foggy nelson pls sing off key at me ♡🥹]

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This is all completely true. Foggy told me himself.

Foggy Nelson Headcanons

SFW:

- one time he scared the (almost) literal shit out of you when you got up in the middle of the night for water and you didn't hear him follow you to the kitchen. You didn't notice he was there until he tried to give you a sleepy hug from behind, to which you jumped "three feet in the air" according to him (he will never let you live it down)

- he has synesthesia and you didn't notice until you kissed him once and he said you tasted like an orangey yellow

- usually humming some song from a musical

- will try to fall asleep after you because he knows how loud he snores. He did it for a long time until you noticed and told him you didn't mind it, and that you even found it soothing like white noise.

- there isn't a day that goes by that you don't laugh with him. Even if you two are fighting, he'll find a way to make you laugh

- that being said, when you two fight, he hates it. He doesn't like being mad at you or you being mad at him. (He'll do literally anything to avoid a fight if he knows it's coming, see above gif for an example)

- always man enough to admit when he's wrong once he realizes it. Then he's apologizing with so many hugs and kisses like he's trying to make up for all the time you were fighting

- absoLUTELY knows how to do your hair. He has sisters, plus that time in college when he had long hair. Want a certain braid done? He can do it with his eyes closed.

- definitely is an absolute wizard with meat. Any cut, beef pork or chicken, he knows. He may not have ended up as a butcher, but he picked up some tricks along the way

- the best at cuddles

- you best believe that he has the absolute goofiest picture of you for your contact in his phone

- absolutely loves when you two are cuddling and you start to scratch his scalp. He practically purrs at it while he melts even further into you (if even possible)

- pronounces "fajita" wrong

NSFW:

- aftercare KING. Snacks? You got it. Cuddles? Bring it in. Shower? He'll help. Want space? He's chill with that. Sore? He's got it all, sweetheart.

- absolute munch

- absolutely capable of rocking your world (daredevil s3e7 for proof)

- loves to make you laugh during sex. Also loves to see how quickly he can make those laughs turn back into moans

- not against using toys. Anything that'll help you get there, he's game. Although he does like to secretly compare when you finish with versus without toys to know what steps he might need to add to aftercare

- one thing that took him some convincing is if you want him to hurt you in any way. It was a hard no at first, but then he spent some time researching safe ways to do it and setting ground rules with you when he finally did agree.

- loves some good old cockwarming or SMS.

- slightly above average length, but pretty girthy. And he knows it. Keeps it tidy down there.

- not a huge fan of quickies, he likes to take his time and enjoy you. However, he is not against having one if it's been a while and this is the only chance you guys will get

- LOVES hearing how good he makes you feel. Will actually stop if you cover your mouth until you uncover it and stop holding back

- absolutely will not do anything in the office with you after Matt accidentally told him that he knew when he was jacking off in college. He lives in constant fear of Matt hearing him do stupid shit in the office as is, but letting him hear the two of you getting frisky? That's where he draws the line.

- loves it when you tug his hair lightly and honestly he may or may not postpone his haircuts a little bit because of it

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Only doing my duty to serve.

I've very flattered, thank you!

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 1

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.9k~ | 10 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part One: Come Hell or Hot Water, You're Mine

Of course, you already knew Foggy was a heavy sleeper with a serious case of untreated sleep apnea before you even started dating. It’s right there in his nickname’s explanation, which is one of the first things Matt jokingly warned you about before you started sharing a bed.

Foggy only grew self-conscious once he knew he wanted you beside him every night for the rest of his life, worried that his snoring would scare you off, or worse, piss you off.

Lucky for him, you truly don’t mind it. His heavy breathing becomes background noise as you fall asleep and once asleep, you are unaware of the world

There’s only two instances that will set you on edge:

if you are up late reading and his snoring stops abruptly, pausing long enough for you to glance over at him

(and check his pulse)

Or you’ll be immersed in the story, his breathing subdued tonight, until an abrupt, violent snore scares the crap out of you.

You never tease him about it, knowing he might mistake it as sincere, but you do curse every time it happens, exhaling and tentatively returning to your book.

Before it happens again.

You are not without faults either

You’re just as likely to startle Foggy out of dreamland every time a sharp jab to his stomach or a kick to the shin knocks him awake.

You’ve slapped his cheek, nose, and eye on three separate occasions, innocent to your violence as you shuffle around in your sleep.

Foggy usually resolves this by grabbing your arms, turning you over and pulling you into a comfortable but restrictive bear hug that allows you both to sleep in peace.

If you ever take notice of a bruise or scratch on his skin, Foggy does his best to make up a lie about his lack of coordination. If that doesn’t work, you end up nearly in tears, profusely apologizing and kissing it better a thousand times. Foggy reassures you forgiveness is not necessary.

Although he doesn’t mind the kisses.

In the morning, if Foggy isn’t already on his walking commute to the office, you have the privilege of waking up in his sturdy arms, his chin hooked over your shoulder, and the warmth of his bearded cheek squished against yours.

You take full advantage of these rare mornings, making minuscule turns to avoid waking him up, until your nose brushes his. You spend ample time admiring your husband’s stress-free, content expression, your eyes abundant in love before you begin pressing ghost-light kisses to his nose, mouth, cheek and eyes. Sometimes you wiggle an arm free to brush his hair behind his ear and rest your hand on his temple.

You do this until he stirs with a snort, mumbling incoherently in a raspy tone. You bite your lip to stop from squealing at how endearing he is and wait patiently until he rises to consciousness, blinking and finding your face the first thing his mind processes before him.

Morning breath be damned, he’s diving into your mouth with a passion that more often than not leads to cozy morning sex. ---

Foggy has his bathroom routine down after years of getting ready for work in the morning. If you have nowhere to be anytime soon, you like to lounge in bed and watch him move around the bedroom, gathering clothes to assemble his work suit and stopping intermittently to kiss you.

“Enjoying the show?” Foggy teases, turning his wrist over as he attaches a silver watch to complement the emerald tie around his neck.

You smirk and push up onto your knees.

Foggy notes how the bedsheets cascade from your bare torso.

Pulling both ends of his loose tie to draw him close, you stop before his lips to whisper against them.

“Immensely.”

This usually leads to Foggy being late to work. ---

It took some navigation but once the shared master bathroom is organized, you and your husband have a good routine down if you both have to get ready. You will shower first while he stands at the sink to brush his teeth and style his hair.

In the first week of marriage, Foggy tried in vain to shower with you.

The desire died as soon as he stuck his hand in and boiling water stung his skin.

“Why the hell is it so hot?” He cried, waving his hand in the air and blowing on the pink skin blooming across his fingers.

“It’s not that bad.” You scoffed, glancing over your shoulder as you scrubbed shampoo into your hair.

“I think I have a third-degree burn.” Foggy retorted. You rolled your eyes and turned around to face him fully. Usually, Foggy’s eyes roam your naked body like a man starved, but in this case, they widened with concern rather than lust.

“Sweetheart, I can see the literal fucking steam coming off your skin!”

You laughed at him but all your coaxing that he would get used to it and all his begging for you to turn the water down left you two at an impasse.

Foggy ended up sitting in his bath towel on the toilet lid, watching you go through the intense ritual of what’s deemed an “everything” shower.

If you’re taking too long in the shower and Foggy misses your company

which is often as a man with a brand new wife

he will wander into the bathroom and practice his opening or closing statements on you, or just ramble mindlessly while watching in fascination at all the steps that occupy your long shower time.

He doesn’t complain anymore though, quick to realize the benefit of being patient.

When you emerge from the sauna of a bathroom in just an untied robe, steam billowing out into the bedroom around you like a dramatic stage entrance, Foggy is tossing his work papers aside

hell knows where they land

and eagerly draws your warm, fragrant body into him.

His lips mouth at your neck while he inhales the fresh scent of soap and heady aroma of your body lotion. His hands fall to their favorite path, down your thighs and back up to your waist, drawing you ever closer.

Laughing, you try to push at his chest with your palms, but the effort is lackluster, especially when Foggy drops his hands once more and squeezes the meat of your thighs, lifting you up without warning, turning on his heel and running you over to the bed.

Sprawled beneath him, you’re vulnerable to his flurry of kisses down your chest, your bathrobe falling away and only encouraging his frantic affection.

“I just showered!” You protest as his hands, for the third time, squeeze your butter smooth thighs in a grip that makes you moan.

He parts your legs, his face flushed and his eyes darting all over you.

The man is no less than rabid when it comes to your soft, warm skin.

“You’re gonna need another one.”

And after the things he does to you for the next hour? You absolutely do need a second shower. ---

Sometimes, the shower has to wait though, when from the corner of your eye you see Foggy pick up a razor.

Whipping back the curtain, you poke your head out and glare.

“Put that down!”

Foggy is well aware of your affinity for his facial hair.

While he’s worn everything on the spectrum from a proper clean shave, to a sexy 5 ‘o clock shadow, to bordering on lumberjack thick beard, around the time of your wedding he began to grow it out once more. On your wedding day, he had a neat, thin beard, and when he saw the way you reacted to it that night - fuck - he kept growing it out.

And you adore him in any form, but that beard just does something to you.

Watching him talk and actually listening to what he is saying becomes two very separate activities

On more than one occasion, you had flat out interrupted his speech by grabbing his face and looking him dead in the eye.

“I need you to eat me out until my thighs are raw.”

Foggy is nothing if not a dutiful husband.

So when he reaches for the razor and hears your warning, he can’t help but give you a guilty smile.

“Baby, it’s out of my hands. There’s this judge…”

You roll your eyes because the culprit is usually a conservative old judge with outdated opinions on how men should present in the court of law. Obviously, you aren’t actually upset with Foggy, but you do love him in a beard so to see it go, knowing it will take a month to be what it once was, is devastating.

Yes, I meant devastating.

But the second time you catch him with the razor in hand, you don’t chide him. Instead, Foggy watches you push off the bathroom doorway and waltz up to him, before you turn and jump onto the bathroom counter. Foggy, frozen like a bandit caught red-handed, eyes you suspiciously.

“What’re you doing.”

“Let me try.”

“What?” His brows scrunch and his lips jut out.

You smile and slip the razor from his hands.

“If it has to go, I wanna do the honors.”

Foggy snorts, but pursing his lips, he tilts his head in a ‘why not’ gesture. He steps in front of you, palms on your knees to part them

stay focused

and shuffles into your space.

You glance at the blade in hand, his expectant gaze and then down at the counter where the shaving gel sits.

“What do I do?”

Foggy laughs. He wraps his fingers around your wrist

Stay. Focused.

and guides you to his face, demonstrating the motion in the air above his cheek.

“Don’t worry, you won’t cut me. Just go slow and make sure you go downwards.”

You let air out of puffed cheeks. Foggy starts.

“You don’t have to-“

“I’m doing it.”

Foggy braces himself. You wet your hands, pat his cheeks, then apply the gel. You grab his chin with a slight tremble, take a steadying breath, and observe him with a stern eye. Oh so carefully, you begin shaving him. As you go, you learn how much pressure to apply and start moving at a normal pace.

Foggy stares you down the entire time, not judging, just watching your concentration and hiding his amusement at your little mutters and quirks. After you get most of it, Foggy takes the razor back and does the rest.

Watching from your front-row seat on the counter, your eyes catch on the way he bites his lip as he arches his neck from one side to the other, drawing the blade along the underside of his jaw. Your breath shortens and your legs twitch at the hot thrill shooting between them.

Did Foggy shaving awaken something in you?

Hell yes.

Every time he shaves, you either watch him through the mirror like a predator awaiting to pounce on its prey

or you do the task yourself, something akin to foreplay occurring the way you move so slowly over his face with blade in hand.

Part Two

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A Thank You Note

Hello Darlings,

As DDBA airs, there seems to be an array of Foggy fans coming out of the woodwork.

(DDBA spoilers under cut)

While I don't appreciate (read: deeply upset) their decision to essentially eliminate Foggy Nelson from Daredevil, it is a small consolation to see so many people just as upset by his death. I can't deem myself a spokesperson for the Foggy fans, but for a long while there was only a small handful of us in our little corner online who adored Foggy and admired him through posts and works and whatnots. It was slightly amusing to see so many people suddenly talk about a man I thought no one cared about anymore. To see Foggy's name trending? I was astonished.

I suspect that's also the reason for the uptick in likes on my Foggy Nelson one shots. It's bittersweet to know the reason more people are reading my stuff is because Foggy is trending - but not for the most...alive reasons. I wish he was trending due to the influx of pictures and scenes on the new show...but alas, he's not there to do so.

Complex mourning of fictional characters aside, I truly appreciate everyone who has read my works. I appreciate your time spent reading them amongst all the content available online to scroll through. Even if you silently read the post and move on, that is still your time spent and it is valued. I have been guilty of being a silent reader too, so rest assured on my blog, I don't hold any expectations or pressure for someone to leave evidence of having been there.

Of course, I am delighted by the likes and comments you guys leave too. I treasure each reaction and reblog and comment from those of you who leave them. I write to indulge the reader and allow them escapism from reality. It's as much for myself as it is for anyone else. So while I don't seek thousands of likes and reblogs or followers, I still enjoy and am grateful for any attention my work does receive.

It seems lately there's been a lot more of you, so I just wanted to reiterate (in a million words or less...) thank you, truly, for reading my stories and allowing them to play out in your mind's eye for a little bit.

Gratefully yours,

Arden x

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I didn't watch Daredevil: Born Again but I saw The Clip (Call it morbid curiosity)

yeah y'all can keep that shit.

im good.

(for the record im not calling the entire show shit. how would I know? I'm not watching it. I'm just sending the metophorical meal back to the chef.)

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I'm going through a very stressful time right now due to personal family events. I'm barely holding on by a thread. Having my happy little retreat and coping mechanism be Foggy Nelson....only to have the 99.999% probability he's gonna die.....

it's. not. fucking. helping. bro.

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if they kill foggy i'm gonna make this list seem like child's play.

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i love arcane

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Gale of Waterdeep and Professor Gale Dekarios (now with tenure!)

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I adore the way this is written.

The little physical details that one never notices, such as chapped lips, muscles twitching - even the fabric and ties of clothing - Gale is rediscovering in a whole new light, under such desirable circumstances. It's endearing as it is arousing.

This flows with a natural progression of discovery as things escalate between Gale and Tav. It doesn't feel like a checklist of sensations, but an exploration that makes sense as Gale makes his way across Tav's body.

I love how so much is taken for granted, but being in Gale's perspective, different details come to light. Such as the impact of Tav's voice as an aural sensation.

Ugh, this part right here??

"The two of them moaned. Gale did not expect how hot inside her would be, how tight. With Mystra everything was so open and vast. The vastness of eternity and the Weave open to them to express their feelings. Here, with Tav, everything seemed to file down to a single point. A single moment. Just the two of them in the whole wide world."

The contrast? The comparison of vastness vs intimacy??? There's an underlying lesson to be learned there and I'm obsessed.

"Had it always been like this with mortals and he had just forgotten? No. Gale knew he would remember this if it had happened. It had to be Tav."

Damn right.

(Love that ego boost for Tav.)

"Gale broke from a final kiss with Tav in their coupling and rested his head against hers."

I loveeeee when this happens. Not only is this so very tender and soft, but touching foreheads is one of my favorite moves.

"He felt tired, but indeed sated as he anticipated he would be. Complete."

Perhaps I'm reading more into this line than intended, but again, it's the sensations being mentioned. Being tired and sated and needing rest are experiences that Gale needs to reconnect with. And he does. And I love that for him.

Needless to say, the writing itself is fantastic. The tone is playful, sensual, soft and romantic, all the while emphasizing Gale's need to reconnect with his humanity and learn that he is enough as just a man.

This work does justice to extending the bed scene should you choose it in the game and it's so satisfying.

I really think Gale needs to know that he is competent and good at things even without his magic/ without doing his magic.

Gale× woman girlfriend tav where they have soft sex and Gale want to enhance the experience with his magic, but reader shows him that he doesn't need to.

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When Tav told him that she loved him back, he thought his chest might explode from just pure excitement & relief. Not the orb.

He had been fairly certain that Tav felt the same as him. Mentally reviewed all their moments together. Stolen glances. That moment in the Weave that still seemed to linger on his fingertips even now. But one was never sure of these things until they happened. And given how his last ‘grand gesture’ had ended, Gale was nervous that this would be another defeat as well. Yet to be accepted, to be loved in return by someone he respected & admired again, Gale could die a happy man. Should the right moment Elminster spoke of was to come.

For now, however, he wanted to focus on the now. He wanted it to be perfect. A vision, just like Tav was to him. To show her how deep his affection was for her, even with their short time together. He had it all planned. To show her his home. To show him where he found the most peace and solace when not at her side. Then to make love in the way of the gods by a perfect mending of souls & mind. It would be perfect.

Yet when he told Tav of his plan, she denied him. Saying that she didn’t want illusions, just him.

“Are you sure?” Gale was caught off guard by her response. Expecting that, when offered the opportunity to experience what so few mortals could, she would jump at the chance. Even with his limitations on the Weave between the tadpole and Mystra’s bars, Gale knew he could get them close to his experience in the heavens. He wanted that for both of them. More than what these simple husks of flesh could bide them. “I can do more than woo you. I could wow you.”

Tav chuckled at his comment. Amused, even though he was being totally serious, and reaffirmed that she wanted the man, not the magic.

Gale was entirely nervous at this point but tried not to show it. He had a plan and all that was out the window. What was he supposed to do now?? The wizard endeavored to stay calm and continue with at least the original plan of being with Tav. He didn’t know if they would have a moment like this again and he would be gods damned if he was going to waste it.

Conjuring just a small bit of magic for a bed, as his back would never recover from making love on the hard ground, Gale smiled when he saw Tav fall back on it playfully. She was always so funny. This odd kind of silly mixed with bravery. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he had been with someone who was silly. Mystra was always so serious, and her wizard acolytes from his school days were no different.

He watched Tav sit up on the bed. Beckoning him over with a look and gesture of her hand that held more magic in it to command than any spell Gale could conjure. He had to obey.

Climbing onto the bed with her, Gale leaned in to kiss Tav a second time. Deeper than the first. Her lips were soft, but a little chapped from their journey. It was warm though. That heat seemed to fill Gale to his bones. He’d forgotten what it was like being with a mortal after so much time with an immortal. Mystra always seemed happy with their coupling. Open and willing to reciprocate, but it was always incorporeal for them. Gale had made offers to pleasure her in other ways. Use what skills he had to please his goddess, but she always declined. As if unwilling to let her once mortal body turn divine be touched in any way resembling a human. At the time Gale had been contented with that. But with the clarity that distance and perspective could now offer, he could now see the benefits of both.

Gale gasped into their kiss as he felt Tav’s fingers brush over the front of his tunic. Down from his chest to his belly. The muscles twitch even with the slightest touch. He had forgotten about that too. Touch.

He moved from kissing Tav’s lips down to her neck. Her breath hitched as her pulse hammered against his lips. Feeling her life’s drum just there against her skin. Gale could understand why Astarion was so tempted now. As he kissed her neck and collarbone, his fingers danced over her body. Gale may not have magic in his fingers when it came to locks, but he was certainly dexterous enough to be able to do lacings & the like. Their garments melting away as if by actual magic.

Gale took a moment to push up on his hands and get a full look at Tav. She was beautiful. Radiant. The light on her skin. The pert of her breasts in the night air. The imperfections of scars, freckles, and spots here & there all perfect. The perfection of realism.

The wizard swooped back down to finish kissing Tav all the way down. Moving to her sternum. Toying with her breasts. The weight of them soft but noticeable as he worked them in his hand. He moaned in tandem with Tav as her fingers brushed into his hair as he suckled at her breast. Feeling her there, reciprocating, listening to her enjoy what he was doing to her, Gale thought he might burst. He was so hard, and the bedding he had conjured provided little relief to the pressure as he rubbed against it.

Gale continued his path down. Kissing over Tav’s stomach until he came to the apex between her thighs. “Can you open a little more for me, my love?” He was hesitant to use the term of endearment. Fearful that he might have pushed too far. Perhaps they were not ready for pet names. But when he saw Tav part for him with a shy little smile, he decided he would call her that every day.

Her scent flowed up to him as her legs parted. Sweet yet sensual. Gale felt his mouth literally water in reflex. How long had it been since he tasted a woman fully? How longer still had it been since he’d done this with a woman that he loved?

Even with the lapse in time, it was like a fish to water for Gale. Based on Tav’s moans & shutters he had not forgotten how to please with his verbose, practiced tongue. He swiped up through her center, teasing the nub at the cleft, before sliding back down to collect her sweet honey. His hands massaged her thighs which were warm and lax by his ears. Gods. How had he gone so long without this in his life? He felt like a starving man sat down in front of his first meal.

Gale moaned into her cunt as he felt Tav reach for him between her legs. Fingers in his hair. Gripping and pulling in pleasure. His cock was already rock hard but it jutted in excitement with every tightening of her fingers. He made quick work to finish lest he truly embarrass himself on their first rendezvous.

Tav cried out as she came. Her thighs tightening in his hand. She looked beautiful lying there all spent. The slightest hint of perspiration on her skin illuminated in the moonlight. Gale had seen gods, but he could think of no sight finer.

He crawled over Tav again until they were nose to nose. “Are you sure?” He wanted to ask again. Maybe she had changed her mind? Maybe this was enough for him to hope for?

Tav just wrapped her arms around his neck and braced her knees against his side. “Do it.”

The commanding voice sent a shiver down Gale’s spine. Enough to make him almost cum right there. He restrained himself and reached down to moisten his cock with spittle and pre-cum. Then he lined up with Tav’s entrance and pushed forward.

The two of them moaned. Gale did not expect how hot inside her would be, how tight. With Mystra everything was so open and vast. The vastness of eternity and the Weave open to them to express their feelings. Here, with Tav, everything seemed to file down to a single point. A single moment. Just the two of them in the whole wide world. Gale moved his hips back and pressed forward again. Starting a slow, easy rhythm. He wanted this moment to last forever; or at least as long as possible.

Tav held on to him and moved her hips back to meet him. The perfect partnership, just like their adventure. Gale leaned down to kiss her and was met with equal passion. Tongues melding, gasping breaths, hearts racing. Everywhere Tav touched him seemed to leave a burning trail across his body, waiting to consume him. Had it always been like this with mortals and he had just forgotten? No. Gale knew he would remember this if it had happened. It had to be Tav.

His hips sped up and Tav rose to meet him with glee. He could feel that he was going to climax soon, and it became his single focus for the next few moments before stumbled in his thrust with a low, powerful moan. White hot flashes across his eyes as he was sure was spilling inside her.

Gale broke from a final kiss with Tav in their coupling and rested his head against hers. He felt tired, but indeed sated as he anticipated he would be. Complete. Should the world and the orb come to swallow him whole, Gale would be able to do it with but one regret now on his mind. That he couldn’t be with her longer.

The wizard carefully dislodged himself from Tav and pulled her close with the conjured blanket to wrap them in. “We’ll need to head back before morning.” He reasoned. The others would come looking for them, and his spell of stars would not last forever. But it would for a little while longer. For now, he just wanted to spend the remainder of the night with Tav in his arms. As a man. As two lovers. Not a wizard and adventure on a path to save the world. Just him and Tav.

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i know there's gonna be new or returning fans on the dash investing in the new show and im letting y'all know now that Foggy Nelson the Heart and Soul of Daredevil is not to be slandered. This is me firing 2 gunshots into the air to keep the tourists scared. Get off my lawn with your Foggy hate you're not welcome here

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Oh no I made you late for work?!! Well, it's certainly an honor. (And tbh Foggy Nelson is worth being a little late). Believe me, the effect is mutual! I am so ecstatic to have someone not only like it, but reblog a full response to my writing. Accepting your request was the best decision ever. Your reactions have made me so so happy. I'm laughing over and over again.

I'm overjoyed because as I've mentioned elsewhere, my main motivation for writing is to bring readers joy. An escape from reality where they can be immersed in another world and feel appreciated and cherished.

Thank you for your support and kind sentiments! Rest assured, I'm not in it for the attention. I never expected people to read my works, especially for dear Foggy. I write because I know I have the ability to provide entertainment for fans of my favorite characters. However, I'm grateful for all the support I do receive. It's an honor to be chosen out of so many works and have people spend the time reading my stuff! You have made me very motivated to keep writing. It's a delight having someone to share interests with! I can't promise I'll write consistently or frequently, but I'm not going anywhere. <3 <3

P.S. Your birthday is in April? Let me write something for your birthday when the time comes!

The Newly-wedded Nelsons - Author's Note

I don't currently have requests open, but recently someone went out of their way to message me. Since they took the time to ask so nicely and write out their ideas, I agreed to look over them and perhaps write one or two. Then I got carried away.

Instead of choosing one idea, I decided to combine the majority of their little scenes and one-liners into a compilation of sorts. I wrote so much that I'm splitting it into three parts for digestible reading.

To be fair, it's in bullet points, although you can tell when I broke the format and started just writing, lol. I'm not used to writing in bullet points so it's not as clean as it could be.

This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Thank you for taking the time to read my works! I hope this fulfills what you were hoping to read. Your request kept me accountable to write consistently, so I thank you for that. I had a ton of fun writing this. Enjoy! Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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"this is Foggy on the gif telling all the Nelson-girlies to squeeze out our panties after previous two parts and keep themselves in control"

GIRL THE SCREEEECH I JUST LET OUT. STOP YOU ARE TOO MUCH.

You are so fucking right though.

I'm never looking at that gif the same way again, thanks to you, lol.

"🌸B💐A🍬B🎀Y🩰 - I’m in love"

That's exactly how I feel every time I write Foggy calling reader 'baby.'

"Pfft, bitchez are MAD and envy, aren’t they?"

You know damn well they are jealous they don't have such a healthy and very goofy love like Foggy and his wife. But hey, maybe they should have realized what an absolute catch Foggy Nelson was before he went off the market.

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 3

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.6k~ | 5 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part Three: Melodies and Memories

Your wedding ceremony was decently sized, with Foggy’s large family contributing to the high number of guests. It wasn’t a wedding to rival the stars of Hollywood and sink you into unfathomable debt, neither was it void of all the fantasy you dreamed of having.

Rather it was a compromise suited to both your preferences and at the end of the day, regardless of any minor mishaps, the most beautiful day of your life.

Not to brag, but your opinion of how perfect the day was is shared with the witnesses who saw you and Foggy publicly swear yourselves to one another for eternity.

(Foggy’s favorite legal proceeding by far)

Your wedding was talked about and fondly reminisced over for the next two months by those who attended.

Needless to say, your wedding day was filled with copious amounts of laughter, dancing and singing, with enough affection to put a blockbuster rom-com to shame.

And for those long, but wonderful 24 hours, everyone was in love with how in love you and Foggy were with each other.

But there comes a time

when public displays of affection become public nuisances to by standing witnesses.

By no means is Foggy obnoxious about his love, but he sure as hell is not ashamed of it either.

He’s adapted to your level of comfort in public and is satisfied simply standing beside you.

Still, the man has his tendencies.

An arm always finding its way around your shoulders or waist

A hand lying on your thigh

or brushing knuckles with yours if not outrightly holding your hand while walking the city streets

Shoulders bumping into yours so often you tend to glance around if you don’t feel the subtle shift of his presence beside you

And quick pecks to your head for greetings, comfort and outbursts of love.

Like when you are laughing the hardest at his story and he can’t help but reward you with a kiss to the temple in gratitude.

PDA is generally tolerated in your social circle, mainly due to the fact you two are so naturally affectionate with one another that most of your friends don’t think twice about it.

You and Foggy just make sense together.

In fact, Karen thinks it’s endearing every time you visit Foggy at the office and flitter about him like a butterfly around a flower.

Especially before big cases.

You worry more than the lawyers combined and will pull Foggy by the forearm to the side to fuss over him until the last minute.

You’ll brush stray hairs into place, adjust his tie with a firm tug, and brush dust off his shoulders for the umpteenth time.

All the while, Foggy gazes at you with a lovesick smile and knowing eyes.

The third time your hands go for his tie, he catches them in his own and redirects their path to his lips.

Kissing your fingertips, then your palms, he pulls you to step impossibly closer into his space.

“I’ll be fine.” He murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Have a little faith in us.”

“I know, I do. I just….you’ve worked so hard and I don’t want-“

Foggy presses a comforting kiss to your lips, pulling away with a broad smile and twinkling eyes.

“There’s no doubt in my mind I’m going to win, if only for your sake.” He kisses your lips again, squeezing your hands and steps back with a wink.

“Can’t have my baby anxious. What kind of husband would I be?”

You roll your eyes and wish him luck, trying not to worry your lip or your mind over your husband’s case.

And more often than not, Foggy returns triumphant, pulling you in for a victorious kiss and a teasing smile.

“Told you I would win. Did it just for you.”

“And our clients, right?” Matt claps Foggy on the shoulder, entering after him.

“Yeah, always, dude.” Foggy says, between swaying you in his embrace and kissing you over and over.

Even still, you’ll repeat your anxious habits every case, but if anything, it lights a fire under Foggy’s determination to win

According to Matt, since Foggy has gotten married he’s become a beast in the courtroom

So everyone wins.

Except on Thursday nights

Thursday nights are karaoke nights

And while yes, everyone does indeed love you two together and generally is supportive about your PDA

karaoke brings out the worst in them

because it brings out the best in you.

Foggy knew you were his soulmate when you confessed you were a karaoke fan.

He fell in love the first time you two ventured out with a group of friends to a karaoke bar and you belted out some of the greatest hits of the past decade.

Two of those songs being his all time favorites

Little did he know, you had invited him out with your friend group and chosen those songs specifically for him

because you were already in love with him badly, but didn’t have the courage yet to risk the friendship.

So instead, you drunkenly sang your overwhelming feelings for him through various songs like

Feels Like the First Time by Foreigner

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

and Love Again by Dua Lipa

This went on for months until your friends stopped agreeing to go out with you because all you were really doing was putting on a solo concert for the man you were in love with and using them as cover.

Foggy was so enamored he didn’t notice any of this.

One night he was so enamored, and drunk, that when you let the last note fade and lowered the microphone he wandered onto the stage

Staring at you with awe, jaw dropped and eyes aglow

“Will you sing this song with me?”

Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

You did

And the audience was….highly uncomfortable with the sexual tension between the two singers eye-fucking each other on stage

Then he asked if you would go out with him on a date

You did

And later, when he asked you to date him, he joking said “Will you be my karaoke partner?”

You said yes

And though he was joking you took that as a challenge.

Now, the newlywedded Nelsons bring down the house when they get on stage together

Obnoxious as hell

Yet highly entertaining

Leaving everyone rolling their eyes yet applauding ---

It would be remiss to suggest you two never fought in the first year of your marriage

Of course adjusting to living arrangements and working out social cues brings up some small disputes

But hardly ever anything substantial enough to last more than a conversation or two

The one time it was substantial, however, you and Foggy really got into it.

It also happened to be the day before your anniversary.

As most arguments do, it began as a misunderstanding but quickly spiraled into a full blown argument

Debating a lawyer was extremely annoying too

“Oh so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool’, but when I do it I’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to let it go’?” Foggy challenges.

“You’re not a fucking bird, so yeah, you’re being petty as hell.”

“It’s not petty, its concern. Why can’t you understand I’m concerned over how this "alleged" friend is treating you?”

“They apologized and it was a month ago!” You insist.

“Yeah, about that! Why did you feel the need to hide it from me?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t let it go!”

“I’m not gonna apologize for looking out for my wife. They’re not good for you!”

It was a painful and brutal 24 hours. But eventually, when tempers cooled and friends were sought out for advice, you realized your husband’s intentions were good at heart, despite your doubts about his opinions.

You sorted out the protectiveness from the fear, the concern from the insults, and the love from the anger.

Foggy did the same on his end and you two had an honest conversation with plenty of tears, apologies, hugs and reassurances.

Despite everything being water under the bridge, you still wanted to lighten the mood since your anniversary was the next day. Just as extra reassurance that you loved your husband, even when you got upset with him.

You come up with a brilliant idea

To search anniversary gifts on Tiktok

And after a few hours of scrolling you find the perfect treat.

On the day of, Foggy walks into a candle lit kitchen, with you standing proudly holding up your creation.

A personal sized cake coated in white icing

With your kisses pressed to every inch of it.

A bit of the red icing is still smeared on your lip, which Foggy takes the opportunity to swipe with his thumb once he approaches, sucking the sugar off his finger.

“What’s this?” His voice is hushed, the heat in his eyes saying he already knows.

You step up to his chest.

“A cake to celebrate our anniversary, and say I’m sorry once again.”

“Honey,” The endearment is saturated sweetly, Foggy’s desire quickly rising.

“There’s not an ounce of fucks left I give about our fight. You don’t need to apologize again.”

His eyes flicker down to the cake covered in lip prints.

“But I gotta admit, I am a little jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“I’d prefer if you used your mouth to cover me in kisses instead.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Oh, yeah?”

You place the cake down a safe distance away on the counter.

Stepping to him, you wrap his tie slowly around your fingers before tugging him into you.

Your mouths collide and all is forgiven and forgotten.

You spend the rest of the night covering your lover in kisses

every single inch of his skin under the attention of your mouth at some point

And he tastes delicious.

The End!

Prev: Part One | Part Two

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I think us Foggy fans would ALL love to be Mrs. Cardenas, squishing Foggy's handsome face and telling him how much we appreciate him.

As for the music choice, thank you! I have trouble naming songs because I know there's gonna always be someone out there who disagrees on the song choice. But you can't go wrong with Etta James. The second I remembered this song existed I was like YES.

I am so satisfied that the atmosphere of that scene was communicated. Your words are exactly what I was going for. Passion enveloped in warmth. That's the perfect description. Hmmm, songs I think Foggy listens to? I suppose that's my next task, haha! We'll definitely have to discuss it more.

Okay, the way I BURST OUT laughing when I saw the bra pic....where on earth do you find these reaction pics??? They are peak humor. I sat here giggling over it for a good ten minutes.

Thank you for sharing your reactions. They've made my entire day!

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 2

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.2k | 5 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part Two: Dancing in Domesticity

Once a week, you and Foggy gear up to clean your home. You split the chores equally, the actual tasks based on who feels like doing what that day.

No one likes cleaning up but, secretly, a little part of you enjoys how domestic it feels cleaning your shared space with your partner.

It especially feels domestic when you trip over one of his loafers in the foyer and curse him out across the house.

In his defense, when he gets home you are usually at the other end of the hallway

luring him to you with that look

Can you blame the man for kicking off his shoes and beelining for you?

Foggy is usually lost in his own world as he cleans

humming and swaying

a little two step thrown in there

There’s a dedicated hobby room in your home and every Saturday he spends a good two hours dusting his vinyls.

Two corners of it are filled with stacks of Foggy’s impressive and eclectic record collection.

One day you run to Ikea and spend the next eternity three hours building two display shelves whose names you can’t pronounce.

But you manage and then spend another hour organizing his collection across the shelves.

Foggy comes home and finds you swaying to one of the records while messing around with last-minute placements.

You don’t have time to notice your husband before he lunges.

All you know is now your vision is spinning like the current record under the needle.

A Sunday Kind of Love by Etta James

Foggy’s whirlwind hug calms to a romantic twirl that you two stay in while Foggy dotes on you with grateful kisses.

That slow dance eventually melts to the carpet where Foggy continues to show his gratitude, the melody of Etta's voice playing above your intertwined figures. ---

You two have synchronized your idiosyncrasies and memorized the other’s mannerisms. It’s become an unspoken fluency between the two of you.

Foggy could be chopping vegetables in preparation for dinner while you sit at the island offering your silent company while you read.

It’s been a long work day so it doesn’t take much before the day’s stressors compile in your brain and induce a headache.

You aren’t even fully aware of it. At the most, there’s a vague tension in your mind and a furrow in your brow.

The next sentence on the page is cut off when you feel a tap against the cover of your book. You look up, squinting at Foggy in confusion.

Who only shakes the pill bottle he tapped against your book and is extending across the counter to you

Now that you mention it….

Your head does hurt.

Maybe you’re getting a headache-

oh

“How did you even know?” You set the book down long enough to crack open the bottle’s lid as Foggy slides an accompanying glass of water to you.

He resumes chopping the carrots.

“You had that look on your face.” He mimics a wrinkled nose, pursed lips and deep frown.

You frown harder.

Foggy laughs, endeared. “See?”

“Thanks.” You mutter, slightly disturbed, slightly turned on, by your husband’s observance.

Other days it’s like clockwork when you enter his office, carrying a stiff drink.

Foggy doesn’t see you, slouched over his work as he is, always absorbed in saving someone’s life.

You coax apart the grip that was on the brink of snapping the pen

And he gently starts at your sudden existence at his desk.

It isn’t until the cool glass of bourbon hits his fingertips, a salve to the ache in his hand

That he realizes yet again you’ve managed to time his tension just right, appearing by his side to simmer the rising temper at the banalities of his work.

Wordless, he clutches the glass to him, takes a generous sip, then rolls back his chair.

It’s an open invitation you gladly accept, slipping onto his lap with practiced ease and combing the stress away with gentle fingers through his hair.

The relief is palpable. With a heaving sigh, Foggy reclines into the chair, closing his eyes and allowing you to comfort him with whispers of support to chase away the doubts. ---

In the first month of marriage, your newly wedded brain latched onto the idea of playing housewife

Since Foggy has more work than god-given hours in the day, you attempted to be cute and pack him lunches every day.

Key word: attempted

It took a week and a half of scrolling through Pinterest recipes at the last minute and stress cooking something edible

nevermind all the aesthetic spreads you had planned

then jamming it all into a lunch pack that could endure a New York City walking commute being jostled by strangers

for you to quit.

Luckily for you, Foggy was never really into a traditional marriage in the 50’s fashion.

You two quickly pivot to designating a couple nights a week to cooking meals together.

And luckily for you again

(Really, you won the lottery with this man)

Foggy knows how to cook pretty well.

In fact, did he ever tell you his mom wanted him to be a butcher?

Despite his career choices involving knives as evidence rather than kitchen tools, Foggy retained his culinary training from growing up in his parents' shop

He can slice up a ham, carve a turkey and fillet a fish like it’s butter.

With apron on, sleeves rolled up, hand towel over shoulder, Foggy’s steady hands hold pounds of meat to be carved under the flashing glint of his butcher knife.

In short

Foggy knows how to handle his meat.

I’m sorry

No I’m not

Because some nights, when you aren’t salivating over the free show you’re getting watching him prep dinner, Foggy will stand behind you, a firm grip over your hand on the knife and show you how to cut fat from chicken in an instructional, factual voice that leaves no room for messing around.

He takes safety first in the kitchen very seriously.

So despite your lilted questions

“Like this, love?” “Show me again?”

despite you “accidentally” leaning back into his chest

despite the proximity of his mouth to yours when he leans over your shoulder to make sure you understand this type of cut

despite your sultry compliments at his intelligence in the kitchen

Foggy ignores your not so subtle horny desperation.

It's actually a little fun to tease him because he gets so stern with you.

Correcting your posture with hands on your hips when you tried to arch your body into him.

His firm grip on your hips burns through your skin like a brand, rather than the warning it was intended to be.

For all his muttered redirections to the task at hand, once the roast is set in the oven, his attention is all yours.

on one condition

For the love of God you better not keep him from pulling out to run back to the oven and turn it off before dinner burns.

Safety first.

Part Three

Prev: Part One

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AH, I'm so relieved you like it! I wasn't sure since I chose a list format rather than write a traditional scene. But your reactions are killing me!!!

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 1

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.9k~ | 10 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part One: Come Hell or Hot Water, You're Mine

Of course, you already knew Foggy was a heavy sleeper with a serious case of untreated sleep apnea before you even started dating. It’s right there in his nickname’s explanation, which is one of the first things Matt jokingly warned you about before you started sharing a bed.

Foggy only grew self-conscious once he knew he wanted you beside him every night for the rest of his life, worried that his snoring would scare you off, or worse, piss you off.

Lucky for him, you truly don’t mind it. His heavy breathing becomes background noise as you fall asleep and once asleep, you are unaware of the world

There’s only two instances that will set you on edge:

if you are up late reading and his snoring stops abruptly, pausing long enough for you to glance over at him

(and check his pulse)

Or you’ll be immersed in the story, his breathing subdued tonight, until an abrupt, violent snore scares the crap out of you.

You never tease him about it, knowing he might mistake it as sincere, but you do curse every time it happens, exhaling and tentatively returning to your book.

Before it happens again.

You are not without faults either

You’re just as likely to startle Foggy out of dreamland every time a sharp jab to his stomach or a kick to the shin knocks him awake.

You’ve slapped his cheek, nose, and eye on three separate occasions, innocent to your violence as you shuffle around in your sleep.

Foggy usually resolves this by grabbing your arms, turning you over and pulling you into a comfortable but restrictive bear hug that allows you both to sleep in peace.

If you ever take notice of a bruise or scratch on his skin, Foggy does his best to make up a lie about his lack of coordination. If that doesn’t work, you end up nearly in tears, profusely apologizing and kissing it better a thousand times. Foggy reassures you forgiveness is not necessary.

Although he doesn’t mind the kisses.

In the morning, if Foggy isn’t already on his walking commute to the office, you have the privilege of waking up in his sturdy arms, his chin hooked over your shoulder, and the warmth of his bearded cheek squished against yours.

You take full advantage of these rare mornings, making minuscule turns to avoid waking him up, until your nose brushes his. You spend ample time admiring your husband’s stress-free, content expression, your eyes abundant in love before you begin pressing ghost-light kisses to his nose, mouth, cheek and eyes. Sometimes you wiggle an arm free to brush his hair behind his ear and rest your hand on his temple.

You do this until he stirs with a snort, mumbling incoherently in a raspy tone. You bite your lip to stop from squealing at how endearing he is and wait patiently until he rises to consciousness, blinking and finding your face the first thing his mind processes before him.

Morning breath be damned, he’s diving into your mouth with a passion that more often than not leads to cozy morning sex. ---

Foggy has his bathroom routine down after years of getting ready for work in the morning. If you have nowhere to be anytime soon, you like to lounge in bed and watch him move around the bedroom, gathering clothes to assemble his work suit and stopping intermittently to kiss you.

“Enjoying the show?” Foggy teases, turning his wrist over as he attaches a silver watch to complement the emerald tie around his neck.

You smirk and push up onto your knees.

Foggy notes how the bedsheets cascade from your bare torso.

Pulling both ends of his loose tie to draw him close, you stop before his lips to whisper against them.

“Immensely.”

This usually leads to Foggy being late to work. ---

It took some navigation but once the shared master bathroom is organized, you and your husband have a good routine down if you both have to get ready. You will shower first while he stands at the sink to brush his teeth and style his hair.

In the first week of marriage, Foggy tried in vain to shower with you.

The desire died as soon as he stuck his hand in and boiling water stung his skin.

“Why the hell is it so hot?” He cried, waving his hand in the air and blowing on the pink skin blooming across his fingers.

“It’s not that bad.” You scoffed, glancing over your shoulder as you scrubbed shampoo into your hair.

“I think I have a third-degree burn.” Foggy retorted. You rolled your eyes and turned around to face him fully. Usually, Foggy’s eyes roam your naked body like a man starved, but in this case, they widened with concern rather than lust.

“Sweetheart, I can see the literal fucking steam coming off your skin!”

You laughed at him but all your coaxing that he would get used to it and all his begging for you to turn the water down left you two at an impasse.

Foggy ended up sitting in his bath towel on the toilet lid, watching you go through the intense ritual of what’s deemed an “everything” shower.

If you’re taking too long in the shower and Foggy misses your company

which is often as a man with a brand new wife

he will wander into the bathroom and practice his opening or closing statements on you, or just ramble mindlessly while watching in fascination at all the steps that occupy your long shower time.

He doesn’t complain anymore though, quick to realize the benefit of being patient.

When you emerge from the sauna of a bathroom in just an untied robe, steam billowing out into the bedroom around you like a dramatic stage entrance, Foggy is tossing his work papers aside

hell knows where they land

and eagerly draws your warm, fragrant body into him.

His lips mouth at your neck while he inhales the fresh scent of soap and heady aroma of your body lotion. His hands fall to their favorite path, down your thighs and back up to your waist, drawing you ever closer.

Laughing, you try to push at his chest with your palms, but the effort is lackluster, especially when Foggy drops his hands once more and squeezes the meat of your thighs, lifting you up without warning, turning on his heel and running you over to the bed.

Sprawled beneath him, you’re vulnerable to his flurry of kisses down your chest, your bathrobe falling away and only encouraging his frantic affection.

“I just showered!” You protest as his hands, for the third time, squeeze your butter smooth thighs in a grip that makes you moan.

He parts your legs, his face flushed and his eyes darting all over you.

The man is no less than rabid when it comes to your soft, warm skin.

“You’re gonna need another one.”

And after the things he does to you for the next hour? You absolutely do need a second shower. ---

Sometimes, the shower has to wait though, when from the corner of your eye you see Foggy pick up a razor.

Whipping back the curtain, you poke your head out and glare.

“Put that down!”

Foggy is well aware of your affinity for his facial hair.

While he’s worn everything on the spectrum from a proper clean shave, to a sexy 5 ‘o clock shadow, to bordering on lumberjack thick beard, around the time of your wedding he began to grow it out once more. On your wedding day, he had a neat, thin beard, and when he saw the way you reacted to it that night - fuck - he kept growing it out.

And you adore him in any form, but that beard just does something to you.

Watching him talk and actually listening to what he is saying becomes two very separate activities

On more than one occasion, you had flat out interrupted his speech by grabbing his face and looking him dead in the eye.

“I need you to eat me out until my thighs are raw.”

Foggy is nothing if not a dutiful husband.

So when he reaches for the razor and hears your warning, he can’t help but give you a guilty smile.

“Baby, it’s out of my hands. There’s this judge…”

You roll your eyes because the culprit is usually a conservative old judge with outdated opinions on how men should present in the court of law. Obviously, you aren’t actually upset with Foggy, but you do love him in a beard so to see it go, knowing it will take a month to be what it once was, is devastating.

Yes, I meant devastating.

But the second time you catch him with the razor in hand, you don’t chide him. Instead, Foggy watches you push off the bathroom doorway and waltz up to him, before you turn and jump onto the bathroom counter. Foggy, frozen like a bandit caught red-handed, eyes you suspiciously.

“What’re you doing.”

“Let me try.”

“What?” His brows scrunch and his lips jut out.

You smile and slip the razor from his hands.

“If it has to go, I wanna do the honors.”

Foggy snorts, but pursing his lips, he tilts his head in a ‘why not’ gesture. He steps in front of you, palms on your knees to part them

stay focused

and shuffles into your space.

You glance at the blade in hand, his expectant gaze and then down at the counter where the shaving gel sits.

“What do I do?”

Foggy laughs. He wraps his fingers around your wrist

Stay. Focused.

and guides you to his face, demonstrating the motion in the air above his cheek.

“Don’t worry, you won’t cut me. Just go slow and make sure you go downwards.”

You let air out of puffed cheeks. Foggy starts.

“You don’t have to-“

“I’m doing it.”

Foggy braces himself. You wet your hands, pat his cheeks, then apply the gel. You grab his chin with a slight tremble, take a steadying breath, and observe him with a stern eye. Oh so carefully, you begin shaving him. As you go, you learn how much pressure to apply and start moving at a normal pace.

Foggy stares you down the entire time, not judging, just watching your concentration and hiding his amusement at your little mutters and quirks. After you get most of it, Foggy takes the razor back and does the rest.

Watching from your front-row seat on the counter, your eyes catch on the way he bites his lip as he arches his neck from one side to the other, drawing the blade along the underside of his jaw. Your breath shortens and your legs twitch at the hot thrill shooting between them.

Did Foggy shaving awaken something in you?

Hell yes.

Every time he shaves, you either watch him through the mirror like a predator awaiting to pounce on its prey

or you do the task yourself, something akin to foreplay occurring the way you move so slowly over his face with blade in hand.

Part Two

[ardentprose]

The Newly-wedded Nelsons: Part 3

A/N: This mini series is dedicated to @fire-joestar! Enjoy!

Type: Foggy Nelson x wife!Reader; fluff, 18+

Length: 1.6k~ | 5 min.

Warnings: sexual themes; cursing; female reader

Feel free to message me if a warning isn't mentioned.

Summary: The first year of being married to Foggy Nelson is no less than a prime example of what it means to really get to know someone.

Part Three: Melodies and Memories

Your wedding ceremony was decently sized, with Foggy’s large family contributing to the high number of guests. It wasn’t a wedding to rival the stars of Hollywood and sink you into unfathomable debt, neither was it void of all the fantasy you dreamed of having.

Rather it was a compromise suited to both your preferences and at the end of the day, regardless of any minor mishaps, the most beautiful day of your life.

Not to brag, but your opinion of how perfect the day was is shared with the witnesses who saw you and Foggy publicly swear yourselves to one another for eternity.

(Foggy’s favorite legal proceeding by far)

Your wedding was talked about and fondly reminisced over for the next two months by those who attended.

Needless to say, your wedding day was filled with copious amounts of laughter, dancing and singing, with enough affection to put a blockbuster rom-com to shame.

And for those long, but wonderful 24 hours, everyone was in love with how in love you and Foggy were with each other.

But there comes a time

when public displays of affection become public nuisances to by standing witnesses.

By no means is Foggy obnoxious about his love, but he sure as hell is not ashamed of it either.

He’s adapted to your level of comfort in public and is satisfied simply standing beside you.

Still, the man has his tendencies.

An arm always finding its way around your shoulders or waist

A hand lying on your thigh

or brushing knuckles with yours if not outrightly holding your hand while walking the city streets

Shoulders bumping into yours so often you tend to glance around if you don’t feel the subtle shift of his presence beside you

And quick pecks to your head for greetings, comfort and outbursts of love.

Like when you are laughing the hardest at his story and he can’t help but reward you with a kiss to the temple in gratitude.

PDA is generally tolerated in your social circle, mainly due to the fact you two are so naturally affectionate with one another that most of your friends don’t think twice about it.

You and Foggy just make sense together.

In fact, Karen thinks it’s endearing every time you visit Foggy at the office and flitter about him like a butterfly around a flower.

Especially before big cases.

You worry more than the lawyers combined and will pull Foggy by the forearm to the side to fuss over him until the last minute.

You’ll brush stray hairs into place, adjust his tie with a firm tug, and brush dust off his shoulders for the umpteenth time.

All the while, Foggy gazes at you with a lovesick smile and knowing eyes.

The third time your hands go for his tie, he catches them in his own and redirects their path to his lips.

Kissing your fingertips, then your palms, he pulls you to step impossibly closer into his space.

“I’ll be fine.” He murmurs, nose brushing yours. “Have a little faith in us.”

“I know, I do. I just….you’ve worked so hard and I don’t want-“

Foggy presses a comforting kiss to your lips, pulling away with a broad smile and twinkling eyes.

“There’s no doubt in my mind I’m going to win, if only for your sake.” He kisses your lips again, squeezing your hands and steps back with a wink.

“Can’t have my baby anxious. What kind of husband would I be?”

You roll your eyes and wish him luck, trying not to worry your lip or your mind over your husband’s case.

And more often than not, Foggy returns triumphant, pulling you in for a victorious kiss and a teasing smile.

“Told you I would win. Did it just for you.”

“And our clients, right?” Matt claps Foggy on the shoulder, entering after him.

“Yeah, always, dude.” Foggy says, between swaying you in his embrace and kissing you over and over.

Even still, you’ll repeat your anxious habits every case, but if anything, it lights a fire under Foggy’s determination to win

According to Matt, since Foggy has gotten married he’s become a beast in the courtroom

So everyone wins.

Except on Thursday nights

Thursday nights are karaoke nights

And while yes, everyone does indeed love you two together and generally is supportive about your PDA

karaoke brings out the worst in them

because it brings out the best in you.

Foggy knew you were his soulmate when you confessed you were a karaoke fan.

He fell in love the first time you two ventured out with a group of friends to a karaoke bar and you belted out some of the greatest hits of the past decade.

Two of those songs being his all time favorites

Little did he know, you had invited him out with your friend group and chosen those songs specifically for him

because you were already in love with him badly, but didn’t have the courage yet to risk the friendship.

So instead, you drunkenly sang your overwhelming feelings for him through various songs like

Feels Like the First Time by Foreigner

Fantasy by Mariah Carey

and Love Again by Dua Lipa

This went on for months until your friends stopped agreeing to go out with you because all you were really doing was putting on a solo concert for the man you were in love with and using them as cover.

Foggy was so enamored he didn’t notice any of this.

One night he was so enamored, and drunk, that when you let the last note fade and lowered the microphone he wandered onto the stage

Staring at you with awe, jaw dropped and eyes aglow

“Will you sing this song with me?”

Endless Love by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross

You did

And the audience was….highly uncomfortable with the sexual tension between the two singers eye-fucking each other on stage

Then he asked if you would go out with him on a date

You did

And later, when he asked you to date him, he joking said “Will you be my karaoke partner?”

You said yes

And though he was joking you took that as a challenge.

Now, the newlywedded Nelsons bring down the house when they get on stage together

Obnoxious as hell

Yet highly entertaining

Leaving everyone rolling their eyes yet applauding ---

It would be remiss to suggest you two never fought in the first year of your marriage

Of course adjusting to living arrangements and working out social cues brings up some small disputes

But hardly ever anything substantial enough to last more than a conversation or two

The one time it was substantial, however, you and Foggy really got into it.

It also happened to be the day before your anniversary.

As most arguments do, it began as a misunderstanding but quickly spiraled into a full blown argument

Debating a lawyer was extremely annoying too

“Oh so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its ‘intelligent’ and ‘really cool’, but when I do it I’m ‘petty’ and ‘need to let it go’?” Foggy challenges.

“You’re not a fucking bird, so yeah, you’re being petty as hell.”

“It’s not petty, its concern. Why can’t you understand I’m concerned over how this "alleged" friend is treating you?”

“They apologized and it was a month ago!” You insist.

“Yeah, about that! Why did you feel the need to hide it from me?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t let it go!”

“I’m not gonna apologize for looking out for my wife. They’re not good for you!”

It was a painful and brutal 24 hours. But eventually, when tempers cooled and friends were sought out for advice, you realized your husband’s intentions were good at heart, despite your doubts about his opinions.

You sorted out the protectiveness from the fear, the concern from the insults, and the love from the anger.

Foggy did the same on his end and you two had an honest conversation with plenty of tears, apologies, hugs and reassurances.

Despite everything being water under the bridge, you still wanted to lighten the mood since your anniversary was the next day. Just as extra reassurance that you loved your husband, even when you got upset with him.

You come up with a brilliant idea

To search anniversary gifts on Tiktok

And after a few hours of scrolling you find the perfect treat.

On the day of, Foggy walks into a candle lit kitchen, with you standing proudly holding up your creation.

A personal sized cake coated in white icing

With your kisses pressed to every inch of it.

A bit of the red icing is still smeared on your lip, which Foggy takes the opportunity to swipe with his thumb once he approaches, sucking the sugar off his finger.

“What’s this?” His voice is hushed, the heat in his eyes saying he already knows.

You step up to his chest.

“A cake to celebrate our anniversary, and say I’m sorry once again.”

“Honey,” The endearment is saturated sweetly, Foggy’s desire quickly rising.

“There’s not an ounce of fucks left I give about our fight. You don’t need to apologize again.”

His eyes flicker down to the cake covered in lip prints.

“But I gotta admit, I am a little jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“I’d prefer if you used your mouth to cover me in kisses instead.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Oh, yeah?”

You place the cake down a safe distance away on the counter.

Stepping to him, you wrap his tie slowly around your fingers before tugging him into you.

Your mouths collide and all is forgiven and forgotten.

You spend the rest of the night covering your lover in kisses

every single inch of his skin under the attention of your mouth at some point

And he tastes delicious.

The End!

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