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independent rp blog an original character named addison who has a 5a reductase deficiency, resulting in female genitalia. a whore and rumored drug runner with bad lungs and a big heart.    mutuals only. fc: norman reedus written by honey.

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affection & seduction .

“ mm… m—more ~”

“ c—could you go a little faster… ~”

“ a—-aa–again , d—do that again… “

“ n—no , no… it’s fine ~ it’s good… don’t worry”

“ nO—NOooot — t h e r e ”

“ co—-uld you… go a little slower, please?”

“ god… you smell so good… ”

“ you’re so warm… ”

“ oh — wow… t—that actually felt nice ”

“ you look so good like this…”

“ you look so… beautiful ”

“W—WATCH MY HEAD—”

“—OUCH???”

“ a—-A—–a–??? slOW DOWN — STOP—I THINK I PULLED SOMETHING ”

“ o——-okay that’s a new muscle ——-”

“ maybe we should switch —– ”

“ i’m not gonna do that. ”

“ that’s a thing???”

“ mm… i guess i could try?”

“ ~ would it be… okay if i tried this? ”

“ would you… be up for trying _______ ? ”

“ so… i was ~ thing we could… you know… ”

“ can i… take off your shirt?”

“ woah… your skin is… really soft… ”

“ your hands are already up my shirt —–”

“ hey… i didn’t say that you had to stop… ~”

“ it’s okay… go on ~” 

“ this —– really is nothing like porn —-”

“ IT LOOKS EASIER IN PORN ”

“ don’t… expect too much , please? ”

“ o—-oh—g—o—g–g o d ”

“… ~ did it hurt? ”

“ I DID NOT INTEND TO DO THAT I AM S O SORRY ”

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  pierre approaches the person slowly, making sure not to make any noise. he has to have the upper hand, after all. he knew to be wary, not all people are malicious.

  ‘ so, what brings you around these parts? ‘

its late -- late enough that addison considers letting the night end until a voice sounds and practically runs up his spine. nerves are caught but he turns, does his best to look calm and collected as eyes look the other over. the question is casual but the location is not.

“business.”

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soldier306:

Their reply only sparked more curiosity. Men having the ability to have children was nothing new to him. When his planet was new and there were only three people of his species, they genetically activated a dormant gene. A gene all gallifreyans possessed since they could regenerate into the opposite sex. It allowed them to asexually begin to repopulate the planet. Although, the founders felt pretty stupid when they found out there were thousands of other survivors. The entire program was shut down and only the descendant of the founders still had the gene mutation.

Addison’s general male appearance but female genitalia was something entirely new to him. The only thing that came close to it was the hearing sometimes people switched genders. Beyond a few things about that, he truly had no idea about it at all. His knowledge on these sort of things was limited. Utter censorship of anything like this was the norm where he came from.

“How’d tha’ happen? Were ya born female?” He asked, hoping that wasn’t too intrusive of a question. 

Even if it was, he thought he could throw out something personal that would allow them to ask questions much the same. “I can ‘ave kids.”

The other’s honest curiosity and innocence doesn’t stop the air of sadness that suddenly falls between them. Addison looks down, awkwardly fidgets -- and suddenly wishes he had something to tinker with. Something for his hands or mouth to do. He takes a moment to try and find the right words, to try and find the best means of explaining what was technically wrong with him. “I was born ... neither, really. Or both, I guess. My insides are mixed up. I look male because I have balls or whatever --- testicles. They are just inside. Like where a woman’s ovaries would be, I guess. Around there. I got the whole pussy package but it basically ends there. No uterus. No ovaries -- so I can’t go poppin’ out kids, either. I just ... I don’t have the right parts for it...”

And this. This saddens him, visibly. He tries not to linger on it, to answer any and other questions but it’s obvious that his heart hurts at the thought of never having children. Of never being able to create or have. Brows knit with pain and he reminds himself, quietly, that it was for the best. That he probably wouldn’t live a full life and it wasn’t like he was doing well taking  care of himself -- let alone someone else. Still, the dream is there. “I was raised female to a pont. Till around when puberty hit and people noticed that there was something wrong. It’s a pretty damn rare condition.”

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 it was time to take the large animals out. feed them whatever they could find on the ground, and have them stretch their legs. the hilltop wasn’t nearly big enough to house such big animals, much less three of them. much like everything now, they had to somehow work with what they had. and so far, that’s what they were doing, making the best with what they had. 

lasso in hand, jesus reached the far end of the gated corner for the cows, to find the newcomer. he seemed to be making all kinds of new friends, which was good. it was a step in the right direction. 

“her name’s tulip. i think she likes you” he said, rubbing his thumb against the lasso’s leather. “it’s okay- it took some getting used for me too.” steps were taken, closer to addison, “they’re a lot bigger face-to-face, aren’t they?”

addison couldn't remember the last time he'd been around a living cow. tulip didn't seem like the brightest company on the hilltop but she was easier to get along with than some of the people. it was strange, being part of something so real. the home he'd lived in was more private. quiet. people didn't want to be there and they kept to themselves but hilltop was a home. it was real. the people in it wanted to look after each other, wanted to know how one another was doing.

it's been one hell of an interesting adjustment, for sure.

hesitance, again -- this time as he raises a hand to press it against tulip's head. the cow doesn't mind any. doesn't seem phased as she chews away on the hay he'd brought her. this whole thing seems rather like an accomplishment on his part but a blush spreads across his face when he realizes he's still being watched.

"y---you, uh ... you mind if i come with when you take her out?"

That slam me down on the bed type shit, that grind on me and make me beg type shit.

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The motion is so quick and he doesn't think anything of it --- a simple press of lips to the corner of King Ezekiel's mouth during his departure. Shiva made him so nervous and yet with a glass or two of wine in him he was bold enough to find himself in the man's space. It is all fleeting. One moment he's there, planting a kiss and the next he's gone. Already out of the King's range -- certainly out of range of the chain.

Dinning together had been nice. Normal. The Kingdom was a place that helped him feel as much without much effort. It was easy to find work, to do what he could to help others without needing to sell his body for medication. Addison worked in gardens or on the walls, quiet but as determined as anyone else. It helped him to have a purpose. To feel like he was part of the grand scheme. To be in a real home.

The smile he offers when he turns his head back is small -- rare, and genuine.

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