My little OC (may or may not have made a request hinting at him) 🫣
Onyx Ozzyborne is a Ram Hybrid who died around the same time as Al (a little after). He has short, fluffy, brown hair and blue eyes. He’s also FTM
He’s a singer, much like Frank Sinatra, and was big at back alley Speakeasys.
He was born around 1895-ish and grew up in New York. He had to move to get more business since people there didn’t really like him, thus his staying in New Orleans.
(Totally an OC I ship with Al, sorry lol. My headcannon was that Al and Onyx may have gotten married in 1925, but definitely not confirmed cause it was the early 1900’s)
He was good friends with Rosie but hasn’t seen her since he died. She introduced him to Alastor
He died on February 14th, 1932.
He went on a hunting trip with his father. One of his dad’s hunting buddy’s, who went along with them, didn’t like onyx’s father very much and tried to stab him but stabbed Onyx Instead.
Onyx appeared in Hell with a Ram appearance (Horns, Ears, Tail, and Hoofs) cause of how hard headed/determined he was.
He gained a branching power where he could produce vine like things from the ground that look like black branches. Idk how to explain it well lol
His demon form is basically how Garbiel’s face looks in Mandela Catalog (with the creepy eyes) and his voice gets really loud—like microphone feedback.
He’s also a singer in hell and convinced Al to let him work at the hotel as ‘entertainment’.
He has his own little stage in the dinning hall >:)
thank you for reading all of this! :D
(He was very much inspired by Frank Sinatras Songs ‘Rain in My Heart’ and ‘My Way of Life’)
NOT THE MANDELA CATALOG
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
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Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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