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[jiesqi]

first post gulp still deciding on a title!

pairing: re4 leon kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: a lazy afternoon turns into playful chaos when you convince your boyfriend to recreate some video you just saw on your phone — does he give in? or not?.

wc:??? forgot to count xoxo

cw: tooth rotting fluff, domestic chaos, not proofread apologies for any mistakes, heart squeeze!!1!1

note: i’ve been seeing these videos a lot on my fyp and i literally cannot stop imagining leon kennedy to them, so! i decided to write my first ever post (yes, first, hello world) about this. enjoy!

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it was one of those slow, lazy evenings.

your boyfriend has finally returned from the brutalities of his work. luckily he managed to get home early so you took the opportunity to melt into him, your head resting on your boyfriend’s thigh, alongside the soft patters of the rain that added to the comfort. his fingers gently scratching through your hair in that way that made your brain shut off in the best way.

videos played on your phone, random, chaotic—none of them mattered, getting cut off with each swipe.

until, a video of a couple.

some couple.

almost like you and leon.

the girl lying on her boyfriend’s arm.

the guy flexing his bicep.

the girl’s face? smashed.

you? wild.

feral even. leon well aware of how physique-matised you are.

you tilted your head up, giving leon a mischievous little grin. he groaned mockingly. “another one?” he has not skipped one couple trend and it’s all thanks to your insistence

you shamelessly grinned wider “pleeeeease?” giving him those doe eyes. the ones he never stood a chance against.

now you were upright, both hands squishing his arm with dangerous intent. he sighed, the kind of sigh that meant he was already giving in. “come on then. got no time to waste.”

you giggled like a silly teenage girl with a silly little crush — though in your case, that crush never passed away, and definitely wasn’t little. you got into position: head on bicep, phone ready, face primed.

his arm stayed soft for a moment. a decoy.

and then—BOOM. his bicep flexed, and your face? obliterated. cheeks squished, mouth muffled, eyes sparkling as you let out the happiest squeal known to mankind.

he released you, and you immediately turned to him. “again.”

“that’s enough.”

“agaainnnn,” you whined, jabbing his bicep like a stubborn child poking dessert.

he smirked, shaking his head. “don’t get pouty on me now sweetheart, you’ve had your time.” and then, as always, he pulled you into his lap—tucking you in like you were a blanket he couldn’t live without.

you pouted anyway, cheek squished to his chest.

“you hate me and want me dead”

he chuckled lightly and just looked down at you with that stupidly soft expression you pretended not to live for.

“you are the most ridiculous girl I’ve ever met,” he said, brushing hair from your face then playfully squishing your cheek.

you pouted more, burying your fave further into his chest in annoyance as he chuckled lightly.

he placed a kiss on your head. then rested his against yours. he felt you smile against his broad chest.

and that was it. you, wrapped up in the embrace of your beloved who appreciates your every pout and poke and ridiculous little moment.

love is loud sometimes. other times, it’s just a bicep to the face and a kiss to the forehead.

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