💋 "Don't look at me like that!" 💋

The morning couldn’t have been more peaceful—warm sunlight drifting through the windows, the house quiet, the air soft with that lazy early‐day calm. But of course, Elijah was already ruining the serenity with his usual routine: wrestling himself into yet another old shirt he swore still fit.

His frustrated groans echoed down the hallway, followed by the sharp snap of stretched fabric and a muttered curse. Anyone listening would think he was fighting a wild animal, not a piece of cotton.

The shirt clung stubbornly to him, stretched tight across the curve of his stomach. Every tug only made it ride up higher, exposing more of the soft belly he refused to acknowledge.

Why not just buy new shirts? Simple. Because Elijah would rather fight a losing battle with shrinking fabric than admit the truth he avoided like the plague.

He still pictured himself as the younger, fitter version of who he thought he was—the guy who could slip into anything without thinking, the guy who never had to worry about seams or buttons or the way fabric hugged him. In his mind, he hadn’t changed. Not really.

But the shirts told a different story every morning.

And every morning, he pretended not to hear it.

🍋👜💍

~Only one version (no gender mentioned) and a second message for you to put in your own scenario.~

NOT MY ART!!!

HELLOOOOOOO! Yes, it’s me—your favorite lemon! 🍋 This guy was a random character I threw together one day. He’s a bit simple in concept, sure, but honestly? He’s adorable, and I’m kind of obsessed with him, hehe.

I might remake him later—same character, just in a different scenario or vibe. That’s why I added the “your own scenario” option in the second message. The first setup isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so I wanted people to have room to play with him however they like.

Anyway, he’s just the cutest little guy. God, I love submissive men. 😋

Enjoy! <3