coffee dates and other things || frerard oneshots

rose gold

warning for content that may be sensitive for readers: eating disorders

hi, okay, so, this is a bdsm oneshot but it isn't necessarily kinky or sexual as it focuses more on the domestic parts of a dominant/submissive relationship bc god i wish that were me

amy don't judge me

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Franks keys clattered against the wood as their front door swung open, greeting him with the soft and comforting smell of home. He breathed it in and kicked the door closed behind him, dropping his keys on the bench and shrugging off his jean jacket. The apartment was quiet, the faint smell of incense infused into every surface while the tv played at a low volume. He couldn't see Gerard anywhere but knew he wouldn't have left again without asking, so he didn't fret too much, just folded his jacket over his arm and headed down the short hallway.

When he got to their bedroom he was mildly surprised to see it empty, bed made and floor tidy as ever. He threw his jacket onto the bed, making a mental note to put it away later and headed to the next door down, it was open slightly, a beam of rose-tinted sunlight stretching across the hallway in a thin line. Carefully, Frank pushed the door open and leaned against the door frame, looking at the scene with a smile.

Gerard was at his desk dressed in a pair of washed out black skinny jeans and a faded bowie shirt that was too big for him, his headphones in as he busily sketched. He was moving slightly to the music, occasionally mouthing along to the words and Frank, though wanting nothing more than the attention of his submissive, didn't have the heart to interrupt him when he was like this. All happy and carefree in his art room, surrounded by the rosy walls and artwork, sunlight streaming in through the window and lighting Gerard's hair to a lighter shade of brown.

Frank melted a little more when Gerard used his free hand to carefully run his fingers across the edge of his collar - the black leather keeping with his darker aesthetic and the rose gold finishing making him look all the more prettier - and smiled fondly, his head tilting to assess his work from a slightly new angle. The way he'd moved his head let him see a little more to the right, where Frank stood in the doorway, and he turned with a dazzling grin, pulling out his headphones immediately. "Sir!" He greeted, standing from his seat and bouncing over to Frank, stopping half a foot away and putting his hands behind his back politely.

Franks shook his head fondly and opened his arms a little, silent permission. Gerard brightened, though the waiting was only part of their routine, and happily threw himself into Franks embrace, kissing his cheek. "How was work?"

"Tiring." He groaned, wrapping his arms around Gerard's slightly squishy waist and hiding his face in the submissives neck. Gerard gently stroked his hair, humming softly in understanding.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat? I went grocery shopping today so I have plenty of ingredients."

God what would he do without his husband.

"That would be awesome, please." He answered, finally letting Gerard go as he headed to the kitchen. He paused on the way, briefly stopping outside their bedroom door before disappearing inside. Frank furrowed his eyes curiously and by the time he got there Gerard was carefully hanging up his jacket in the cupboard.

"Gee, honey, I was going to do that, you didn't have to."

Gerard turned around, surprise and confusion on his features. He looked back at where the jacket was hung worriedly and bit his lip. "Was I not supposed to touch it?"

From the look on his face, Frank understood that Gerard was now under the impression he'd done something wrong which he could also understand would be confusing since Gerards whole job was to (willingly) do the housework. i.e. pick up Franks clothes if he left them lying around. He sighed. "No hun, that's not what I meant. I just meant that I was going to do it and you didn't have to."