#clothes borrowing

[eiseryn]

That's not your hoodie, Lei, whose hoodie are you wearing there? 🤔🤔🤔

I really love the clothes sharing/ clothes "borrowing" trope because it's super domestic and cute 🥺🥺🥺 She's totally going to steal that hoodie until it doesn't smell like him anymore.

Clothes borrowing/sharing well work quite well... one sidedly XD because Vail's SIZ is 65 and Lei's SIZ is 50. Vail is supposed to be a short king though, only a few cm taller than Lei (who is 159cm) so we'll say Vail is 165cm (a few cm is relative, right?) Anyways to account for this gap in size it still works pretty well cuz I've always thought that Lei would have a very thin/narrow build -- kind of like a stick. Meanwhile, Vail has a STR of 70 and he has abs/muscles sooo this must mean he be THICC (LMAO) So this will be able to account for the difference. This unfortunately means he is not going to squeeze into any Lei clothes 😔

I don't know why she's acting shy though LOL because uh certain events occurred for this clothes borrowing to happen XD. I was also going to draw bite marks but uhmmm I tried and it didn't look good...

She is both babygirl and girlboss. Get a girl who can do both 😎

(TBH I also didn't wanna draw hands LOL)

BONUS: A slightly more suspicious version of the same drawing.

I will be drawing more slightly spicy art soon 👀 These two are on my brain and they bring me so much serotonin please bear with me as I go through this lei x vail phase... THAT WILL NOT END ANY TIME SOON CUZ I'M NOT PLAYING CAMPAIGNS ANY TIME SOON XD

Very important detail (no it's not) but Lei's thighs are one of her best features 💅 Very squishy and good to rest your head on. Her other nice feature is her natural green eyes which I think Vail is just a liiiitle weak to (IN MY HEADCANON)

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

He Got Long Legs (Jack Skellington)

modern au, they were roommates, kinda horny

title from Danny Gonzalez’s “Spooky Ho”

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Geralt nearly chokes to death at 7am on a Saturday morning. The offending food item? A granola bar. The reason for his near death experience? A thief loose in his apartment. This thief? Also his roommate, Jaskier Pankratz, musician and college student.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?” Jaskier turns, effectively obliterating Geralt’s only remaining braincell. “What’s up?”

“Are those...” Geralt wants to ask if Jaskier is wearing his boxers (Geralt’s boxers), which he most definitely is (they’re Geralt’s favorites), but he can’t seem to get all the words out. He’s short-circuiting as he looks at Jaskier, whose lazy lean against the bathroom door isn’t helping matters at all. His thick, strong biceps bulge as he crosses his arms over his gorgeously toned and hirsute chest. His broad, bare shoulders are so...

Geralt wants to sink his teeth into them so fucking badly.

Geralt swallows thickly, shakes a few strands of long white hair out of his eyes, and tries speaking like a normal person again: “Are those my boxers, dude?”

“Oh, yeah!” Jaskier grins, glancing down at his mostly naked body with uncontained glee. He looks up again and shoots Geralt a dramatic, pleading pout, “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed them. I had to run my laundry late last night and I didn’t get a chance to pop anything into the drier. I’ll have them laundered and returned to you by tomorrow morning, I promise”

“Yeah, no biggie. Really, it-”

Jaskier shifts his hips to adjust his lean and the muscles of his legs move, too. Geralt has to really focus to not keep staring at the fucking tree trunks his already perfectly attractive roommate has been hiding so well with mom-jeans and artistically styled slacks. The curve of his thighs and the way Geralt’s boxers are straining around the slope of Jaskier’s ass...

“Th-That’s totally fine.”

“You seem a little tired,” Jaskier smirks. “Or is something bothering you?”

The fact that my Jack Skellington-print boxers are never going to be the same again? The fact that next time I put these on, even though you’ll have washed them, I will get a boner for sure thinking about seeing you like this? The fact that I currently have a boner and have no clue how to hide it casually?

“Really, it’s nothing. No need to worry about me.”

“Alright then,” Jaskier shrugs. He pushes off the wall with this shoulder and turns on his heel. The divots at his lower back have Geralt’s mouth watering as he watches his roommate walk away. 

Oh fuck. Oh shit. 

He’s probably, almost definitely in love with Jaskier.