her guiding me around with her hand on the small of my back or wrapped around my waist

grabbing my chin forcing me to look into her eyes

pulling me closer in crowded areas

saying things like

"don’t worry, mommy will handle it"

"come here, sweet girl. I want you next to me”

"be a good girl for me bunny"

"you need to eat something first baby”

Butch Ellie with femme reader who bakes bread and makes Ellie’s lunches for her like these video where girlies make those massive lunches for their partner

Idk where I’m going with this but yeah just like cute housewife reader, who loves wearing dresses and ties ribbons on her boots

Maybe they had a big fluffy dog and cute cat

OHHH SO MY DREAM LIFE 😭😭

your alarm goes off quietly just before the sun starts to rise. loud enough to wake you up, quiet enough to usually not wake your deep-sleeper wife

you reach for your phone quickly, stopping the horrible ringing sound. just as you start to climb out of your soft, floral sheets, a strong hand grabs you

“stay” ellie mumbles, barely awake

a quiet laugh escapes you “i don’t have time, i have to make your—“

you’re suddenly being pulled in tight by two strong arms “I’ll go to the deli, baby. stay” she places a slow, soft kiss on your cheek

“but—“ you try

“no buts, i want you here ‘til my alarm”

“the sourdough i made last night—“

“stay”

“i have to take the dogs out”

ellie climbs over you, trapping you between her arms, smiling down at you “stay”

“i can’t. but i want a kiss first” you say, pushing yourself up on your elbows to reach her lips

she hums into the kiss like she was eager for it “you’re really leaving me here all alone?”

you press your lips to hers again “yeah. I am. go back to sleep my love, breakfast will be ready by the time you’re up”

ellie sighs and moves back to her side of the bed “see you in an hour” she says sleepily

you move to the kitchen as the sun starts to rise, letting the dogs out, lighting a few candles and opening the windows to let the fresh summer air in

your routine goes as normal, making ellie’s lunch, her favorite sandwich on your fresh sourdough, a fruit salad and a handwritten note, finished with a kiss on the paper

the oil in the pan sizzles loudly as you start on breakfast, the air smells like coffee, eggs and bacon, which summons your wife

she’s in her big t-shirt and boxers, rubbing her eyes as she walks in, her hair is messy and out of place

“smells amazing” she mumbles as she yawns

“you look adorable” you tease. her arms wrap around your waist from behind as you stand at the stove, her chin rests on your shoulder

“I’m so lucky” she whispers into the skin of your neck before placing a kiss

“I’m the lucky one” you say, putting the spatula down to turn around and kiss her

“i wanna take you out tonight, properly” ellie says, her hands run down your nightgown, squeezing your bottom teasingly

“oh yeah? where?” your hands move under her t-shirt, feeling her soft skin

“anywhere you want. wanna see you in pretty dress, it’s been too long” her hands move up to your breasts, caressing them gently “so fuckin’ pretty, baby”

you smile, shyly “go get dressed, you’re gonna be late. breakfast is about to be ready”

she groans softly “can’t believe i gotta go to work all day knowing you’re home looking so pretty for me”

“i miss you when you’re gone, you know” you pout

“i got you two dogs and a cat, that’s not enough?”