#oscar's semblance

[hyperfixation-hideout]

Oscar semblance idea: Aura Linking. Think like this, let's say Ren's aura is 200 HP, Oscar's is 200, Nora's is 300, and Jaune's is 700. When Oscar is near them, we'll say within the same visible area, each of them will have 1400 HP. This would help reinforce the fact that they should be within the same area because this boy needs to stop getting kidnapped or disappearing. Perhaps he could use this to selectively gain a boost from enemy aura, like Cinder has 200 HP so Oscar gets 400 HP. Thoughts?

Hmm, interesting! I do like the extra initiative for the group to stay near to Oscar lmao, but I'd hope caring about him/fear of losing him again would be reason enough to watch his back :P

The two hesitations I have about this are

It's very similar to Jaune's semblance, as both involve buffing others' aura

It introduces a complex specificity to aura that I feel could complicate things unnecessarily. Sometimes magic systems benefit from being a bit more vague and less scientific/mathematical, as getting bogged down in numbers and logistics can be limiting or time-consuming.

Then again, we have seen aura bars on scrolls and scoreboards, and I feel like I remember percentages being brought up during the tournament? So there's definitely a precedent for the possibility of such a semblance... again, I could even see this already being a function of Jaune's semblance we simply don't know about yet.

But the gaining a boost from enemy aura is fascinating... it would tie in with how Oscar treats allies and adversaries alike as individuals capable of change and growth. I'd probably pick a semblance that leans more into defining traits like that, or his resilience, insightfulness, realism, etc, etc

Thanks for sharing the idea!!! I love hearing them :D

[rwbyrg]

So, we can all agree that when Oscar eventually gets his semblance, it's going to have something to do with Ruby, right? And I'm not even saying this from a shippy lens. Kid has an immortal wizard move into his brain at 14 that he can't kick out, immediately becomes a child soldier, lives through a train crash, countless grimm fights, crash lands a plane, gets shot in the chest, falls for - quite possibly - a few kilometres after blowing up a hole in the bottom of a military compound, gets beaten up and abducted by a goopy grimm super monster, magic blasted by his headmate's ex-wife, tortured and beaten up by a man six times his size, fights off Salem again to save his friends, and not ONE of those instances has been stressful enough to awaken it.

But both times he's talked about his semblance manifesting, it's been with Ruby. The first is in v5 after they spar and Ruby cheers him (and Jaune) on about getting there one day, while Ren makes a comment saying:

"One common philosophy is that a warrior's semblance is a part of who they are".

The second time is in v7 when Ruby does something new with her own semblance and Oscar asks if she's always been able to do that. Eventually leading to him lamenting again about how he's not unlocked his yet while everyone else's are evolving. And it's Ruby that responds with:

"Well, I'm sure we'll all be jealous when you do (figure it out)".

And then, from both Ruby and Oscar's perspectives, we are shown their attachment to each other. Ruby throughout V9 with Neo's illusions, and Oscar with - many instances - but especially in the recently released epilogue where he speaks at her grave. And in this speech we're reminded of that attachment as well as his struggles with identity. Specifically how those two things are intrinsically linked together:

"You always believed in the best. Saw people for who they really were. Some of us... don't know anymore. "

Oscar can't grasp his own personal super power that's "a part of himself" when he doesn't know who he is. He's losing himself to the merge, the boundaries of where he ends and Oz begins are blurring by the day, and he's only 15 and still growing into the person he could become. And the one person that was always certain of who he was, always made him feel like he was his own person... isn't around anymore. So he feels even more detached from his identity and the parts that comprise it than ever before.

But she returns in Vacuo before their final fight, and his semblance has been teased too many times to never appear. So my current guesses are either:

he's going to unlock it under stress to save Ruby from certain danger, because he "lost her once and won't risk it a second time"; or

he's going to unlock it in a different, maybe even quieter moment, where - once again, thanks to Ruby's certainty - he starts feeling like himself again.

Only one way to find out.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

🌪️omg 814 romcom?! Tell us more

sure! here’s a short snip:

“Will that be all?” Oscar asks.

“Yeah,” says the customer. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and then seems to think about something. “But, actually. What’s, like. The best flavour of crisps?”

“Er. Any… occasion?”

“Nothing super special. I just want to hear an opinion.”

Oscar blinks. His mind is piecing this together, wondering if this is a trick. He usually is asked about things like cheese, or game meats, or seasonal berries. Not really crisps, though. Most people had their own preference already.

“I’m being so serious,” the customer-wearing-a-baseball-cap says.

^answering this from a fic asks game from a while ago

[aspoonofsugar]

Any thoughts on what Oscar’s semblance will end up being? Since Oscar’s magic has come from Ozma and is more in line with “destruction” as a contrast to Ruby’s eyes which are tied to “creation”, I’ve often thought that it would make sense for Oscar’s semblance, as a means of self-affirmation to be something that also represents creation/preservation, which would make him more like Ruby and also find his own sense of who he is as a person. After all, if Oscar/Ozma are supposed to achieve a balance by the end then he should possess elements of both, no?

That said, the most common headcanon/theory I see for Oscar’s semblance has been for him to create barriers for defense… but not only can he already do that with Ozpin’s magic, I feel as though Jaune is actually the character who is more set up to have a defensive evolution for his semblance. There was the flash of light in V1 and his “it’s like a forcefield!” line, Vine’s comment about extending his aura, the shield grenades he used in V8, and just his general tendency to leap in front of people using his shield or body to protect people.

So, to me, this would be a bit of an odd choice for Oscar’s semblance and just make the existing overlap between Jaune and Oscar’s progression as characters more confused. Do you think I have the right idea with the theming of Oscar’s semblance? Or do you think it’ll come from a different place altogether?

Hi!

It is very difficult to say, cause there could really be many things that fit Oscar.

I agree about both Ruby and Oscar ending up having elements of both creation and destruction, as they are two philosophical children.

When it comes to Oscar's semblance, I think it will be worth the wait, since:

It will appear toward the end and there won't be time to slowly develop it, like Blake, Weiss or Ruby's

Ruby kind of told us so tbh, as she said when Oscar gets a semblance "everyone will be jealous" ;)

I think most semblances tie with the characters' allusions too:

Ruby is super fast cause she is Little Red Riding Hood, so she rides

Weiss's glyphs allude to the Snow Queen fairy tail, but progressively become more Snowhite-like (her summons are characters in Snow-White)

Blake's shadow is symbolic of the beast, as in jungian terms the shadow is also called inner beast

Yang's power has her become too hot, with her hair catching fire, like Goldilock

Jaune gives his aura (his spirit) to others to heal them (he makes miracles), which ties with his Jeanne d'Arc allusion (I agree with the fact he will become a barrier warrior to an extent btw)

And so on...

So, tbh the majority of ideas for Oscar's semblance seem to tie into this theme:

Some theory think his power will tie with time, as time is a recurring motif for him and Ozpin

Other theories (I think this one is @misstrashchan ) instead think he will get the ability to make an astral projection of himself, in a tie in to the Little Prince (the little prince dies, so he leaves his body behind). This could also be used to separate his own soul from Ozpin's

These are my two preferred theories, but again it is impossible to say for sure. I don't think there is much foreshadowing as to what Oscar's semblance will be, differently from Jaune's.

Thank you for the ask!

[superiorsturgeon]

How JNPR Adopted Oscar

Mistral Kingdom Clerk: *looking over paperwork* So…you four…

JNPR: 😁

Clerk: …want to jointly adopt THIS young man…

Oscar: 👋 🙂

Clerk: …and become his legal guardians?

Pyrrha: *puts her hands on Oscar’s shoulders proudly* That’s correct! ☺️

Clerk: Aren’t you four a little young yourselves to be adopting a child…?

Nora: That’s what everyone says! But we’ve got our Vale ID’s right here!

Jaune: *lays four fake ID’s on the desk*

Clerk: 🤨 *examines cards and carefully compares them to JNPR faces*

JNPR: 😅

Clerk: …hm, very well, but you should know that the kingdom of Mistral has a preference for married households when considering applications for adoption!

Ren: Ah, we thought you might say so, so we brought our marriage certificates!

Jaune: *produces forged Arkos and Renora marriage licenses*

Clerk: *carefully inspects documents* …so you’re actually married?

JNPR: *hold up hands with fake wedding rings*

Pyrrha: *kisses Jaune’s cheek*

Ren: *kisses Nora’s hair*

Jaune/Nora: 🥰

Clerk: 😒

JNPRO: 😃

———————————————————————

Ruby: Congratulations! *hugging Oscar*

Oscar: *holding a certificate of adoption* 😁

Weiss: I can’t believe it worked!

Pyrrha: *kisses the top of Oscar’s head* Welcome to our family, Oscar! 😊

Yang: They really believed all those papers were legit?

Nora: Yeah! Our fearless leader is a master forger!

Jaune: I mean…I got into Beacon with fake transcripts, didn’t I? These weren’t too hard!

Blake: If you could forge all those papers, why didn’t you just forge an adoption certificate?

JNPRO: 😶

Ren: *facepalm* 😑

[painting-plural]

Semblances are a manifestation of one’s soul, a semblance embodies its user’s identity or smth. So what would be a better semblance for Oscar, whose soul and identity is being taken over, than to have a semblance to negate it?

Why has no one that I’ve seen so far consider Oscar to eventually manifest a soul-based semblance? Most of what I’ve seen suggested is just sand-based semblances because…Vacuo…which makes no sense to me since semblances aren’t regional, they’re personal.

But seriously, please, anyone with a similar thoughts to mine, DM me. Let us ramble into the sunset.

[wanderingblindly]

wrapping up the writing session with my fantasy-realism wip at 1,666 words feels so very right

[blans]

this might be an unpopular, but looking at the general opinions across different platforms the f1 community underestimates lando norris.

like, let's not forget that it's only been 5 races and only 12 points differentiates the championship leader and the third place. it's very tight, and with the upgrades and regulation changes from barcelona onwards, anything can happen to not only the current packing order but also to how the drivers can adapt to the whims of the cars, which is what norris is struggling with the most. as of now the car doesn't agree with him and he doesn't agree with the car but once he finds his flow i don't think he can be outcounted. hell, he can't even be outcounted now

people write off norris because last year he fucked the driver's championship title, but like. he had to go up against max verstappen for the first time, y'all. i feel like it's important to highlight that he didn't just lose to anyone, he lost to the guy who is not only a once in a lifetime talent, but also will yeet you And himself out of the race than be overtaken, especially when it matters. fighting a max verstappen, especially when his championship title is in danger, is a Different Experience, one that norris hasn't dealt with before.

and now he has, he knows what it's like to fight at the very top, to have that incredible pressure on you. now he can build on that, he can evolve from that. he should, he has to. and just because he lost to vertsappen last year, as a result of recency bias i think, people seem to forget that before that, ever since he has been part of the sport he has pulled his weight and has proven himself to be a great driver.

in 2021 it was ricciardo who won mclaren a race, but overall norris dogwalked him for the entirety of that year and the one after that. he was consistently the best of the rest and started immediately bringing podiums when the car began to improve.

of course he has his weaknesses, things get in his head, piastri's racecraft is better, but that doesn't mean that we should lose sight of his strengths, and the fact that he still usually has a better overall pace than his teammate.

[yuionyx]

Random thought I had for a while

Does Raven had/has a portal to Ozpin????

Because Oz trusted the twins a lot to give them the bird magic, I think they trusted him back

But enough for a portal??? Not sure...

Like Oz's lies felt personal, like a broken promise?

And she already left the inner circle so if she had one I'm sure she's not using it

But imagine when Ozpin dies in the fall of beacon, would Raven feel the portal disappear? Would she care? Does it change into a portal to Oscar?

Does she make a portal to the new host just to know Oz's new face?

[threbe]

Magical transformation

I know this probably won't happen but imagine if we actually do see somebody transform in Rwby like a magical girl transformation and out of everyone it'll be Oscar

Who transformation XD

Kinda like this Oscar will get his semblance and have a magical transformation 🤣but more green

[icewaterforicequeen]

Oscar Pine Emblem

So now that we know that Oscar's fairy tale allusion is the Little Prince (thank you Miles Luna), does anyone know some possible emblem ideas for him that are related to the Little Prince?

[secretlyofthefeywild]

idk if it's just bc im so touch starved but i love watching groups of friends being so physically affectionate w each other

[bafflement]

Reblogging this one because holy hells, I might well actually be right.

Regarding RWBY

Auras and Semblances are... interesting, namewise. A semblance implies that they are instead of something, in this case magic.

But the second set of humanity and the Faunus, both, didn't actually have access to magic. So why would they call them semblances on their own? How would they know what they're missing?

The fact they can use their aura or souls as shields is also interesting because, again... something doesn't feel right. I don't think either developed alone.

But someone awoke in a world surrounded by monsters, with people who could not truly fight back or protect themselves. With faunus in cages and people dying left and right. They were given a mission to unite humanity, how can that happen if everybody dies?

Ozma's magic is weakening, but there's no explainable cause? This might be that cause. I think anyone's might be, if they gave out a tiny piece of it to every human and faunus on Remnant. The maidens got a lot, yes. But everybody got a tiny portion. Might even be why aura is unlocked through a prayer... Ozma thought it was going to the GOL. It wasn't.

Whether that will have any real effect on uniting humanity is another matter. Ozpin and probably several previous versions wouldn't tell anyone, since even that would never feel like enough.

But would Oscar, once he realises why? Why his magic works like an overpowered version of an Aura and a Semblance... and what that means?

What Ozma did to try to help humanity save themselves weakened him, is still weakening him.

But may have saved them all.

[driverlando]

🏎️ oscar holding your legs down and pressing his hand on your stomach when he’s eating you out so you can’t squirm or squeeze your legs around his head because he wants you to take it

here you go lovie!

—

The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that envelops two people who are completely at ease with each other. The glow from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on the walls, adding to the intimate atmosphere. You lay on the bed, heart racing with anticipation as Oscar stood at the foot of it, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

Oscar’s public shyness was endearing, but in these private moments, he transformed into someone else entirely; confident, commanding, and irresistibly alluring. He slowly crawled onto the bed, his hands gliding over your thighs with a tenderness that belied the heat in his gaze.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice a deep, soothing rumble.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, the anticipation making your body hyperaware of every touch, every movement. Oscar’s lips quirked into a small smile, his eyes never leaving yours as he positioned himself between your legs.

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Your instinct was to squirm, to close your legs around him and pull him closer, but Oscar had other plans.

“Stay still for me,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You tried to obey, but the sensation was overwhelming. Oscar’s tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate path that made you moan softly. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more of his touch.

Oscar’s hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly. “I said, stay still,” he repeated, his tone a mix of authority and patience. His hands slid up your body, one hand resting on your stomach, pressing down gently but firmly. The pressure was grounding, a reminder of his control.

He resumed his ministrations, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. Each movement was calculated to drive you wild, to push you to the edge and keep you there. The pressure of his hand on your stomach intensified the sensation, making every touch feel even more powerful.

You could feel the tension building, your body trembling with the effort to stay still. Every nerve ending was on fire, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. Oscar’s grip tightened, his thumb brushing soothing circles on your skin as he worked.

“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, his voice a dark promise. “I want you to take it all.”

You whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets as you fought to obey. The sensation was almost too much, your body aching with need. But Oscar’s firm touch, his steady presence, kept you grounded, kept you focused.

His mouth was relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge. The pressure of his hand on your stomach kept you pinned, unable to escape the intense pleasure. You could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of desire winding tighter and tighter.

“Oscar,” you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t… it’s too much…”

“You can,” he replied, his voice filled with determination. “You’re going to take it for me. Every bit of it.”

His words sent a thrill through you, his dominance a potent aphrodisiac. You surrendered completely, letting go of any semblance of control. Oscar’s touch was everything, his hands and mouth guiding you to a place of pure ecstasy.

The coil inside you snapped, and you cried out, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Oscar didn’t let up, his mouth working you through every wave of pleasure, drawing out your release until you were a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.

Only when he was satisfied did he finally pull back, his eyes dark with desire and pride. He moved up your body, his hands gentle as he cradled your face, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “So beautiful, so perfect.”

You lay there, panting and spent, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Oscar’s touch had been commanding, almost overwhelming, but it was also filled with a deep care and tenderness. The contrast between his public shyness and private dominance was intoxicating, leaving you craving more of his touch, more of his control.

He held you close, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin, as you slowly fell into a deep slumber.

[emchante]

kinktober | pIeasure in your pleas - o.p.

summary: with oscar teasing you relentlessly, your incesent begging shows how badly you need him. the begging only drives him on, taking great pleasure from your pleas.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, fingering, dom!oscar, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise, light dacryphilia.

w.c. 2.8k+

a/n: last week of kinktober!! remember there's this post, an extra tomorrow and then the final halloween post. hope you all enjoy this, as the majority of you all voted dom!oscar! let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

oscar piastri was a lot of things—charming, competitive, and determined—but when it came to you, he had a streak that was insatiably playful, bordering on devilishly teasing. you were lounging in his hotel room after a long day, the air between you charged with a lingering electricity. the chemistry the both of you shared was undeniable, and despite the endless hours of travel and work, your mind could never quite keep away from thinking about him.

tonight was no different.

oscar was in one of his moods, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he lay on his side, propped up by an elbow. You could feel his gaze trailing over you, soaking up every movement of your smaller body, every shift in your expression as you read the latest articles on your phone. he had a knack for reading you, knowing just what buttons to press to drive you to the edge.

his fingers traced an absentminded pattern along your thigh, the gentle graze of his fingertips causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. his touch was maddeningly light, not enough to satisfy the craving you had building inside but enough to keep your senses buzzing with anticipation.

you shifted restlessly on the bed, your breath coming out a little sharper than usual. “oscar…” you managed to say, your voice sounding far too needy for your liking. you knew he could hear the pleading in it—he always did.

“what is it?” he asked, his tone all innocent curiosity as if he hadn’t been the one tormenting you for the past twenty minutes. his fingers halted their exploration, and you almost whimpered at the loss. the small smirk on his face started to grow larger as he heard you try to restrain any noises.

he knew what you wanted. hell, he could practically feel it radiating off of you in waves, the growing desperation to have him do something, anything, more than this teasing.

“oscar,” you said again, hoping he would just stop this game. but he didn’t move. instead, he leaned in a little closer, tilting his head as if he were trying to figure you out.

“i’m listening,” he prompted, his voice low and smooth, laced with a teasing note that sent a shiver down your spine. you bit your lip, embarrassed at the sheer neediness in your voice. You were supposed to be strong, confident.. not this needy mess begging for his attention. but when he was looking at you like that, with those knowing eyes and that infuriatingly smug smirk, it felt impossible to hold onto any semblance of control.

“please,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but were instantly met back with a  “please, what?” and there it was—that teasing lilt again. it drove you crazy, the way he reveled in making you beg for him. his fingers resumed their lazy exploration, but now they danced along the inside of your thigh, so close to where you ached for him yet so far at the same time.

your breath hitched at the touch, your hips arching slightly towards his hand of their own accord. but he pulled away in an instant, as if to punish you for trying to get what you wanted without asking for it.

“please,” you repeated, louder this time, almost desperate. you could feel the heat building between your legs, a slow, torturous burn that only oscar seemed capable of igniting.

“come on,” he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper now. he shifted closer, his face mere inches from yours. “you know what I want to hear,” he coaxed, hooded eyes switching from your own, to your lips, and then back up. 

you felt your cheeks flush, embarrassment warring with the overwhelming need you felt. he knew exactly how to push you, to toy with you until you were practically falling apart at his feet. it was maddening, the way he got such a twisted pleasure out of hearing you beg.

“oscar,” you tried again, your voice trembling slightly. “please, fuck. just—”

“just what?” he cut in, smirk overtaking his face completely. he was enjoying this far too much, taking great pleasure in the way you were slowly unraveling under his touch. he hadn’t had you like this in so long, due to the latest tripler header. why shouldn’t he let himself indulge a little?

your hands fisted in the sheets, trying to find something to ground you. “touch me,” you finally managed to say, barely a whisper. “i need you.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. “you need me?” he pushed, needing more than that to allow his fingers to continue their journey up your thigh.

“yes,” you breathed, nodding desperately. “please, osc. i need you so fucking bad, i’m desperate,” you told him, closing your eyes in defeat. you knew you had to let yourself beg a little more to get what you wanted.

but Oscar wasn’t satisfied with that. no, he wanted more. he always wanted more, and today was no different. 

“say it again,” he urged, his voice dropping to a low murmur. his hand traced up your thigh once more, fingers grazing the edge of your shorts, so achingly close yet still not quite enough. the icy touch of his calloused fingers against your soft skin was amazing, you desperately needed him to move further.

you felt yourself shudder, the tension in your body almost unbearable at this point. “fucking– please,” you repeated, louder this time. “i need you, oscar. i need you so fucking bad, you have no idea.”

he let out a low chuckle, the sound reverberating through you, making your breath catch in your throat, heat filling your cheeks. “that’s a good start,” he mused, almost as if he were talking to himself.

a good start?? you felt a surge of frustration, though it was mixed with desire. that combination was deadly, and it felt almost too much to bear. he was enjoying this, drawing it out just to watch you squirm beneath him.

“oscar,” you pleaded, your voice breaking slightly. “please—” “hmm,” he interrupted, tilting his head as if considering your plea. “i don’t know… i’m not sure if you really deserve it yet.”

the words sent a shock of arousal through you, a mixture of frustration and want so intense it nearly left you breathless. he was toying with you, holding back just to hear you beg more.

“please,” you begged again, your voice a desperate whimper now. “i need you so badly, oscar, please—”

“much better,” he murmured, his fingers finally slipping under the hem of your shorts, brushing over the fabric of your underwear. you gasped at the sudden movement– but still, it wasn’t enough. not nearly enough. 

you couldn’t hold back the needy sound that escaped your lips at the sensation. “osc,” you breathed, your voice nothing more than a desperate plea at this point. “for fuck sake– i’m begging you.”

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “i love hearing you beg like this,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to roll your eyes at oscar, as if he didn’t just state the obvious. but he spoke up again before you could.  “do you even realize how good you sound right now? whining.. begging, just for me?”

you let out a shaky breath, your entire body trembling with need. you repeated your pleas over and over, your voice barely recognizable now, laced with desperation. “osc, please…”

he seemed to consider your plea for a moment, as if weighing his options. and then, finally, he pressed his lips against your neck, the gentle brush of his mouth sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

you let out a high-pitched moan, your entire body relaxing into the touch. but he didn’t stop there. his lips trailed down, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the curve of your neck, his hand slipping lower as his fingers brushed over the fabric covering your most sensitive spot– the spot where you needed him most.

your breath hitched at the contact, another moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. you were too far gone to care about holding back now—too lost in the overwhelming need for him to keep up any pretense of restraint.

“oscar,” you breathed, the sound of his name almost a sob. even more so when you continued to chant his name, hoping he’d accept those begs and start giving you what you wanted.

he hummed in satisfaction, his fingers finally slipping beneath the fabric of your underwear, brushing over your heated skin. you let out a shaky breath, your entire body trembling at the sensation.

“good girl,” he praised quietly, his voice sending another shiver down your spine. his low, quiet voice was such a sharp contrast to your loud, insistent begs that he was making you hit out with. “you’re doing so well for me, baby. doing just as i ask.”

the praise made you feel lightheaded, your mind going blank with need. he knew exactly how to unravel you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the overwhelming desire for him.

he pressed a finger against your clit, the sudden contact making you gasp. your hips arched involuntarily towards him, trying to chase the feeling. but he pulled back just enough to leave you wanting, a teasing grin on his lips. your eyes widened at the loss of contact, staring at his cocky expression with confusion lacing it’s way onto your features.

“patience,” he chided, his voice laced with amusement. “you begged so nicely, love— i want to enjoy this for a little longer, you understand right?”

you let out a whimper of frustration, your body practically thrumming with need. it was almost unbearable, the way he kept you on the edge, never quite giving you enough to tip you over. 

“please,” you begged again, your voice was nothing but a broken whisper at this point, just like he wanted. “oscar, please—”

he seemed to take pity on you then, his fingers finally slipping inside, pressing into your heat with a deliberate slowness that made you feel like you were coming apart at the seams. you let out a choked moan, your hands clutching the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

he set a slow, torturous pace, watching with rapt attention as you writhed beneath him, his name falling from your lips in a desperate chant. you were so close, teetering on the edge, and he knew it. but just as you felt yourself start to unravel, he pulled back, his fingers stilling inside you. you let out a frustrated whine, your hips bucking towards him in a futile attempt to chase the feeling.

“not yet,” he hummed, his voice all dark amusement. “You’ll have to beg a little more than that, baby.”

You couldn’t stop the tears of frustration that welled up in your eyes, your entire body trembling with need. “please,” you sobbed, your voice breaking. “fucking hell– i’m going to lose it oscar, i’m begging you please—”

“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice almost reverent as he took in the sight of you, completely undone beneath him. “you’re doing so well for me.”

and then, finally, he relented, his fingers resuming their movement. this time oscar resumed his rhythm with renewed intensity, his fingers driving into you with a purposeful, steady pace that made your whole body quiver. he was focused, watching every expression you made as if memorizing them. it was almost as if your desperation was a reward in itself, fueling his relentless teasing.

“look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. “so needy for just my fingers?”

you could barely respond, the pleasure building inside you making it difficult to think straight. every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of heat flooding through you, and the pressure inside was coiling tighter and tighter. your lips parted, your breathing ragged, and you felt your chest rising and falling faster than you could control.

his words kept you tethered, just enough to drive you forward. “shit,” you whimpered, feeling so close to the release you had been begging for. “oscar, i’m going to—”

“no,” he cut you off, his voice firm yet still maddeningly gentle. “not yet.”

the desperation in his tone mirrored your own, but he was too wrapped up in this—wrapped up in you. he wanted to hold you there, wanted you to reach the peak only when he decided to allow it. your eyes fluttered shut as you tried to obey, every muscle in your body taut, straining against the thin thread of control he held over you.

you felt a tear slip down your cheek, your voice catching in your throat. “oscar, please—” the word was a broken sob now, a plea, a surrender. you couldn’t hold back anymore, the raw, vulnerable sound of your voice echoing in the room.

“that’s it,” he cooed, a dark satisfaction coloring his voice. “such a good girl, begging so sweetly for me. just like i wanted you to do, and you listened. so, so good for me.”

the praise felt like gasoline to the fire, burning away the last shred of restraint you had left. your nails dug into his arm, your grip trembling as you tried to ground yourself in the onslaught of sensation. the ache inside you was almost too much to bear, the pleasure teetering on that agonizing edge, waiting for permission to break free.

“oscar,” you pleaded, your voice strained and breathless. “i need—please, i can’t– i need”

“i know,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and something more tender, something almost fond. “but you need to hold on just a little longer, baby. i know you can do that for me”

the way he spoke, the absolute control he wielded over you, left you feeling utterly powerless and yet completely safe. it was a maddening paradox, the pleasure intertwined with the anticipation. every second felt like an eternity, and yet you never wanted this feeling to end.

when he finally pressed his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, you felt another surge of arousal rush through you. he was marking you, claiming you, and the knowledge of that made you feel impossibly closer to the edge.

“okay,” he finally breathed, his voice almost a growl, his fingers picking up speed. “now.”

it was all you needed to hear. the words triggered something inside you, the pressure snapping like a tightly wound string. your body convulsed, the orgasm crashing over you in an overwhelming wave, leaving you breathless and shaking. his name fell from your lips in a cry, your vision going hazy as you rode out the intense pleasure.

oscar didn’t stop, working you through your high with steady, deliberate movements until you were left trembling in the aftershocks, your body completely spent. he held you, his touch gentle now, as if afraid you might break under his hands. the intensity of the moment slowly faded, replaced by a lingering warmth that spread through your entire being.

you were panting, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. oscar shifted beside you, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at you. his fingers brushed against your cheek, wiping away the tear that had slipped out earlier. there was a tenderness in his gaze now, a softness that hadn’t been there during his teasing.

“good girl,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate. “you did so well for me. listening to everything i said.”

you felt a smile tug at your lips, the praise making your chest swell with a quiet satisfaction. the teasing might have driven you to the brink, but the way he looked at you now made it all worth it.

as the tension melted away, you allowed yourself to relax against him, your body still humming with the lingering echoes of pleasure. oscar shifted, pulling you closer to him until you were nestled against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the gesture intimate and comforting.

“are you okay?” he asked softly, his tone laced with genuine concern. you nodded, still too dazed to form words, and felt him chuckle quietly against you. the sound was warm and familiar, grounding you in the aftermath of everything that had just happened.

he held you for a while longer, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back as you slowly came back to yourself. there was no rush, no urgency, just the quiet intimacy of being held by someone who knew you so deeply.

and as you lay there, completely spent and yet utterly content, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the way oscar knew how to push you to your limits—and then catch you when you inevitably fell.

[threbe]

🟢Ozpin semblance🟢

🩷I don't really think I see anybody talk about this but I don't think when I was reincarnates the person he reincarnates into can use whatever assemblance he had if he had one or wasn't passing his magic off is his siblings so I'm thinking us maybe develops

🟡certain types of semblances he needs for certain occasions I'm thinking maybe he had a semblance a bit similar or possibly like rinse where it hides like his presence from Grimm and maybe

🌸 that's about it or maybe he had a semblance that helped him charm people and sway them to his side but when it comes to people like ironwood who assemblance is metal it can like override that ability

🔴 of he is to charm people and doesn't fully work like us once but it can still have a kind of effect on people that they are still charmed and think about him

🟢Another idea I have for his semblance I don't think it's really time related Oz has more of a Time aesthetic to his character but I don't think he has any time related abilities cuz if he did like even if he

🌕 could like turn back the clock or like turn back Time even for like a minute because I've seen it in shows where they don't really want to dip into time travel and I know Ruby doesn't want to do that but I've seen it in some shows where they don't really

🩷 fully want to dip in a time travel so they'll just have it where a character sacrifices themselves for their ability lets them stop time for one minute to change a few things or they can change time back

🔵 for one minute or maybe a few minutes and I think if I have had a semblance like that he would have used it over and over again and example I can think about is miraculous ladybug if you've never

⚫ seen the show it's a show where the people in the show get magic jewelry and it lets them transform and use certain abilities and one of the abilities in this show is called second chance and

💛 it's where you take the magic bracelet and you activated and it let you go back in time 5 minutes each time before you transform back into a normal

🔴 civilian and I think if all has had something like that he would have stopped the fall of beacon so I know a lot of people think he's possibly has a Time related semblance but he just has the time aesthetic to his character and that's it

🟠Cuz like I said if he could manipulate time he would have went back in time even if it was a minute to give himself a edge against cinder or at least to stop send her from killing Amber or from even letting himself die

⚫Cuz I was sitting here also wondering what was lionheart's semblance, for us could have had a semblance where Maybe he was kind of like talk

🌺who fought Maria where he could be invincible for a certain amount of minutes and he combined that invincibility along with his eyes like Powers he currently still has left that are connected to the cane and that we see Oscar develop and use in volume eight

🎆So that could possibly be a semblance he had I don't know

💖These are just some ideas for what his semblance could be