❤️ 😼 Tomboy Wears Cat Ears for You 😼 ❤️ (F4A) (Embarrassed But Wants to Make You Happy) (Headpats & Purring)

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Oh fuck, excuse me, riddle me this, how come you're never home early but as soon as I'm trying to do something for you, you're home early? Does that make sense to you? No, stay where you are.

I'm in the bedroom, but stay, cos I'm gathering the necessary courage to see this through. Don't get too excited, there's nothing not safe for work going on here, just. ..

I know, I'm so horrible, but it is still for you, so if you come in here and laugh, I will be offended, and probably grumpy. I know I kinda need to be on the bed for this, so. ..

I told you, it's not. .. It's not like that, okay? Just.

.. give me a minute. Okay, three, two, one, you can come in.

Hello? You absolute. ..

Don't laugh! Because I'm dying inside and I'm doing this for you, so don't! Are you? Are you sorry? Oh my god.

Oh, you don't know about sorry, but very happy, okay. Ow. Easy.

I like a bear hug, that was more like a rabid weeaboo hug. Yeah, yeah, I'm bringing all your neko fantasies to life. Is that even the word for them? Neko means cat, right? See, I sort of listened to your interests.

Well, someone, and by someone I mean you, has been really tired and stressed out, so. .. I just thought, it's stupid but it might make you happy, so.

.. Has it made you happy? Oh god.

Oh, good. Well, I'm glad you're happy. Alright, yes, I'm very.

.. cute. Yeah, whatever.

In fairness, you'd say I was cute whatever I was wearing, so. .. Your judgment cannot be trusted in these areas.

Oi! Now we're tickling or I'll scratch you. Amazon, if you can believe.

Which you absolutely can believe because they cater to all tastes. Capitalism does not discriminate on taste. If they can make money off you, they'll supply it.

Hmm. Yes, they match my hair colour. Yippee-ki-yay.

Well, in all those drawings, they all have hair and ear colour same, so. .. Oh, excuse me for paying attention and wanting your niche to be served.

Haha. So it's stupid but it's effective, right? I can live with that.

Hmph. Go on, have a feel. Mm-hm.

I don't just get the cheap stuff. I don't think polyester would be, uh, quite appropriate. Mm-hm.

What? Are you serious? Fine.

Go ahead and rub them. Oh. What noises am I supposed to make? Um.

Like a purr? Oh, um. Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. What? What is my life? Hmm.

Hmm. Hmm. What do you mean? You knew I'd make the perfect cat, why's that? I.

.. I don't purr. When? That's not purring, that's just.

.. throat noises. Okay.

Hug me and I'll prove it. Hmm. Hmm.

Aw, feck. Okay, so there's this, like, purring when I'm happy. What's that wrong? Ah, of course, you don't think it's wrong.

No. Oh, that was a bad hug. No.

I'm happy that you're happy. Because it's my job to be the sarcastic, grumpy one you were encroaching on my territory. Hmm.

You lost your sunshine. You know, your vitamin D and your, hi, should we do this? You were all, I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

And while that's fine, I just wanted you to know that I'm here and I'll wear kayaks for you. Because I like you slash love you slash want you to be happy, I know. That's very.

.. gay. But then I am quite the homosexual, so, you know, fair.

Hmm. Hmm. Yeah, all right, I sound like a cat when I'm happy.

Get over it. Oh, you don't want to get over it. What do you want to do instead? Oh, you want to squash your face between my very flat tits.

Okay. Fair dues. Hmm.

You know, the older I get and the more stories I hear about having big tits, I'm quite grateful mine are small. Oh, backache and not being able to find your bra size and then being sweaty and itchy is. ..

Mm-hmm. It's like my mum used to say, anything more than a handful is a waste. Not that big boobs aren't great, obviously they are, just.

.. Working on the whole self-love thing. That's exhausting.

Very much like what your work's doing to you right now. I'm sorry we're not rich. They say money doesn't make you happy, but it would solve a lot of problems.

Just give you security and free up your time and make you not worry so much. Well, that's it, you're gonna have to sell your feet pics. I would, but mine are gross.

It's your fault for being blessed with pretty toes. Alright, you sell your feet pics, I'll sell my ear pics. As long as my face isn't in it, I suppose it's fine.

No, you only want my ears to be for you. You do know they're not mine. Just checking, I didn't want you to go that far into Delulu Land.

Well, I don't know, your brain could be foggy from exhaustion. Capitalism has that effect. As he's saying things like, oh, if we just work harder, eventually it'll all pay off.

What one percenter made that lie up? If you sell your soul for 40 to 50 to 60 hours a week, everything will be fine. And it's no different if you work for yourself.

You're still playing the same game, just with slightly different parameters. And why am I depressing us with this? I'm supposed to be cheering you up, sorry.

This is why you would be a terrible concubine. Because the master slash customer would come in and be like, you make me feel better, and I'd be like, I'm a concubine. My life is horrible.

All my freedom is tied up in you, and it's not even freedom, it's just the right to housing and food. You think you've got problems, and that is why I would not survive on coinage from people seeking that, so I guess I'm not gonna do that. Also, I wouldn't be able to do intimacy on demand.

As soon as someone's like, we haven't had sex in this long, I'd be like, well, now it feels like a chore. No thank you. And also, I don't have any feelings for you, so go away.

So, all in all, that is why I'm not going to become a concubine. I don't know, my brain went down the rabbit hole. Do you want to see the best part? Excuse me, so that I may flip over.

Yes, I am wearing a tail. Yes, all for you. Yes, I feel slightly humiliated, but mostly just like, oh, fuck it.

I don't know where the ear is, you might as well commit to the tail. No, it is not held on by a butt plug. Although those do exist.

Ah, but of course you know that. Are you seriously using my butt as a pillow? And stroking the tail, of course.

You absolutely will. I know, I know. Purring away.

Go on then. I'll have to match my purrs to your strokes. I'm taking this seriously, are you?