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Owen Knight:

Aftercare with Owen Knight

Ice Cream

Slow Down 18+

Nyx's Owen Knight Headcanons 18+. Kinda went crazy horny in the nsfw parts so beware (im a changed person now istg)

En nuit

nightwing!owen

Kaneshiro Takeda

Therfore you and me wlw

A/N: @sylith hi...

tags: ooc!owen, idk anything about dc, nightwing!owen, f!reader, meetcute?, not proofread, idk anything about DC lmfao

nightwing!owen who just knocked the air out of a few dozen goons while on patrol, as usual. He's subbing in for Batman in Gotham after an attack by Joker left him with some nasty injuries, which Alfred made sure would be sufficiently healed before he's back in his suit.

nightwing!owen whose stomach grumbled as he landed the last hit on an especially burly man, the giant dropping to his feet. The last thing he ate was a single kit-kat, and that was at least 5 hours ago. He couldn't wait to get his hands on some food.

nightwing!owen who turned around to retrieve his escrima bars, only for his eyes to meet with irisis behind the shield of thick sunglasses. Somehow, a lady was standing there, presence undetected by him. More importantly, the woman had miraculously gotten her hands on one of his weapons without him noticing. One wrong move, and she would zap herself unconscious, and he wasn't keen on turning what originally was a simple patrol into a send-civillain-to-hospital-after-they-get-fried-like-tempura mission.

nightwing!owen who, in any other situation, would've just snatched it back easily, but the woman's fingers were edging scaringly close to the electricity-charged section of the baton, and he wasn't risking it on the particular day. For some reason, he was reminded of a evil chef waving a baguette around menacingly when he looked at the lady. Probably a combination of the comically large fedora hat she had on and his hunger meter being at its peak. No idea why you had sunglasses when it was dark out, and even in the mornings, Gotham's weather wasn't kind. The street lamps weren't of help either, flickering every few seconds over heads, making the scene look way more ominous.

nightwing!owen who requested in a polite-enough tone,"Maam, I'm going to need for you to return that."

nightwing!owen who got an obviously panicked reply, "It's 4 in the morning and I just ran into some pervert in a dark alley wearing a spandex, body tight suit and a fucking mask, with two dozen dudes out cold at his feet. Would you not do the same thing as me if you were in my shoes?"

nightwing!owen who had to deploy all de-escalation techniques at his disposal, trying his best not to spook you further. At this point, it was apparant you weren't a local resident of the crime-ridden city. It's almost hilarious how you kept on backing away, since what stood behind you was a dead-end. Grasping at straws just like how you were grasping HIS weapon.

nigthwing!owen who was halfway through complaining about how "it's the first time someone has accused me of being dressed like he's reenacting some niche bdsm or saviour complex scenario-" when your left heel, in all its glory, decided it was the perfect moment to break.

nightwing!owen who dashed forward instantly to catch you before you fell into the unknown, sewerage-esque black substance on the floor ( disgusting enough for anyone to start thinking Poison Ivy was right). His hand sturdily supported you by your waist, one muscular leg planted in between your thighs, face so close to yours that you would be exchanging buttefly kisses if it wasn't for your stupid sunglasses. Neither of the two knew if they were looking into each other's eyes, which they in fact, were.

nightwing!owen who snapped out of his trance after a full minute passed, the tension thick enough to make his mind pause that long. He took advantge of the chance, instantly snatching his escrima bar and slotting it on his back. His hand around your waist gave you a slight push forward, other hand sliding into yours, helping you stand up with a tug, a mumbled "Careful now." slipping from his lips.

nightwing!owen who thought it was cute how flustered you looked, the way you blinked your confusion away.

"Oh, um, t-thanks," You said, ready to kill yourself on the spot when you heard yourself stutter, voice croaking like a platypus. You glanced down on your (had-been) heel, frowning at the damage.

Fuck, he thought that was cute too, the way your eyebrows scrunched, and he swore his heart actually skipped a beat when you took your sunglasses off to get a better look, just like how he swore your eyes made the stars seem like they weren't even trying. Breath stuck in his throat, heartbeat racing, swallowing, the whole schmuck, something that had never happened before. He had saved civillains aplenty, and saved more beautiful women than he could count, but you were just on another level of breathtaking. Meanwhile, you were cussing the entire store out in your head for selling you heels so expensive, but broke after one use - not even one complete use.

nightwing!owen who asked you where you lived, the question spluttered out with a noticeable tremor to a trained ear. He hastily followed up with an explanation when you gave him a wary glance, promising to help you get back safely since it was practically impossible for you to go back yourself now. His lips twitched when you agreed and gave him your hotel address, but went unoticed from the lack of light.

nightwing!owen who scooped you up like you weighed nothing, princess-carrying you as he leaped from roof to roof. Your arms were hooked around his neck, face leaned on his chest, legs dangling in the cold night air. You noted the way his hands were careful to not move past your shoulder and the back of your knees, as well as the slight citrus scent comming off of him, mixed with a gritty odour you couldn't quite place.

nightwing!owen who delivered you to the doorstep of your hotel, gently placing you down on the carpet so you could balance yourself properly. You slid your shoes off and held them with a hand, the other one tucked comfortably in the pocket of your coat.

"Sorry for the..., well, you know," You grimaced, earning a light chuckle, "And thanks for everything. I truly appreciate it."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to situations like these if you stay here long enough," He reassured, flashing you a smile and a wink. "I was going to say 'see you later', but it would be in your best interest if you didn't."

"Well, I don't know about that," You said curtly. Before he could fully proccess your words and formulate a reply, you stepped forward, closing what little distance was left. Now, on your tip-toes, you planted a quick kiss on his cheek, hand pulling out of your pocket and locking onto his arm for support. His brain short-circuited so hard that nothing registered until you had already went in the hotel lobby and out of his sight. The afterimage of you giving him a small grin before turning around to leave replayed, a red flush creeping up his neck and spreading across his face at the realisation of what just happened. It took him some time to recollect himself before he noticed something had been left behind in his palm, where your warm fingers had slided over. A black, glossy card. With letters and numbers inked onto it in a shiny silver.

"Well, fuck me," He muttered under his breath.

"I must say, Grayson, this is unexpected behaviour coming from you, especially on duty."

nightwing!owen who groaned loudly when the disapproving, boyish voice cuts through his earpiece, instantly clearing his head. He hoped you knew you had just earned him a few weeks worth of teasing at the manor, which had already started, judging from the stiffiled laughs he could hear through the comms.

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you, Nightwing," Another voice chimed in, a woman this time, tone laced with poisonous ridicule.

I really need to remember switching this damn thing off, he thought.

➪ hwangyeon never intended to fall for you. but along the way, he slowly realised how much your heart meant so much more to him than just your body.

➪ includes : hwangyeon choi. fwb!hwangyeon, falling in love, fluff

➪ a/n : based on this ask, and a continuation of this post. also my inbox is open for requests heh

lately, you’ve been seeing hwangyeon more often than you should be.

he finds himself texting you almost every day, asking to link up despite your body being deliciously sore from the previous night’s activities. for some reason, he always picks the same hotel to hookup, and it’s gotten too excessive to the point where the receptionists recognise the two of you, though judgmentally.

hwangyeon’s truly selfish; a guy with insatiable needs is your worst nightmare.

Headcanon—"Maladaptive IV" (Owen Knight x Reader)

their most toxic trait on an emotional level...

a/n: i feel sad for myself for not being able to write as much anymore or do anything i used to do all the time :C i promised myself to write sm on my day off but i just slept and lazed around lmao ALSO I MADE THIS OWEN BANNER LIKE BACK IN SEPT 2025 LMAO ive been planning an owen fic for so long but never really got to finish anything</3

Owen is...

Summary: being in relationship with them comes with cons...but you still stay.

A/n: lowkey felt bad for Sylith since there's not enough Light Cavalry fics. But gotta sneak in Hyuk too:3

Tags: @sylith @owenight @i-nssomniia @zyart-jpg @bfwooin @wthphe1n @r31ra @erisawrites @osariin @pantheonofbeauty

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Being in a relationship with Owen sounds so...nice. He's loyal as hell, attentive, attractive, affectionate—what could possibly go wrong?

Your last words, before you noticed how authoritive, possessive and two-faced he was. Putting up a smile in front of you, but beating the crap out of others when you are not around. Being pathetic for you but telling his own crew member to lower his height and bow to him whenever he talked. Acting all sweet and clueless while getting rid of every single way any other guys interact with you, just so he could have you to himself.

At first it sounded like jealousy and you even found it cute, until you realized he wasn't insecure, he was confident in relationship even. He was just possessive, territorial. And it could get suffocating sometimes.

Like when a guy was talking to you and Owen purposely hit a ball too fucking hard and almost broke a wall very close to you. Haha the guy got scared haha but you know who else did? You. Your soul left your damn body. Not exactly great idea now huh, Owen?

He's all sweet and cute with you, so you were surprised to see how he orders around others or how cruel he can be in fights. Legit you had to figure out if he had a fucking twin.

He's hesitant to show you certain sides of him and you do understand that. Everyone has a persona they show and self that they hide. But there will be moments where you question whether you truly know him or not.

Owen can absolutely understand boundaries but at the same time, he is clingy. So yeah, there will be times when he just freaking follow you whenever you go, stalk you or send someone to stalk. Welp, you gotta deal with that.

Still, if you tell him to don't follow you, he probably won't. Because, again, he does understand boundaries and consent.

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Noah is....tough. Or aggressive even. She has quite a temper and definitely not best personality. Now, this can be admirable in a way. She doesn't let anyone walk over her and she definitely would not let anyone walk over you either. She's not afraid to pick fights and dislikes appearing weak in front of anyone. She's definitely tough. But again, those traits can make relationship with her tough to deal with too.

Let's start with how she hates being weak in front of someone. So it would take long time, and I mean, long time for her to truly open up to you. She hates crying, she hates venting—it makes her seem vulnerable. So, when she's sad, I think she would get aggressive about it and you will have to deal with that. She will not show you her vulnerable side unless she really, really trusts you. But even then, she will hide that vulnerable part of her.

Speaking of trust, Noah definitely doesn't trust just anyone. So if she chooses you as her lover, then she definitely trusts you but...doesn't mean she won't have some distrust. Hence, why she will appear jealous when others hit on you and etc.

She picks up trouble whenever she goes, so....get ready to deal with it? Not like she will drag you into it too much but still, you will be worried and often will have to bandage her bruises and give her first aid kit, while scolding her for getting into trouble again.

She does make you worry a lot. Not intentionally, but she doesn't realize how much it affects you when she throws herself into a danger.

When she's annoyed or frustrated, it's hard to make her listen. So you will have to listen to shit tons of yelling at times.

She's also impatient, so try to show up to dates on time, okey?🥲

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How the fuck do I even start.

The fact that he's obsessive? "When he gets interested in someone, nothing can stop him"? Like hello? Sounds like red flag already.

Speaking of Hyuk in romantic context is hard, but if he ever really falls in love, he will also obsess. But imo, relationship with him also heavily depends on his partner. Some can deal with someone who's obsessed, some get scared and leave.

You'll have to set clear and strict boundaries, not because he doesn't understand the importance of boundaries, but because...at first he might not pay much attention to it if they're not clear enough. Like with Jay, how he ignored whether Jay wanted to play a game or not and basically forced him into it. I'm not saying he will force you into things you don't want, but he accidentally might if you cannot tell him off.

Like he wants to ride with you right now but you cannot? If you say yes to please him, then yeah he basically forced into activity you didn't want. But if you tell him that you don't want to, then he will pout like a cat and ride alone.

What I'm saying is, dating Hyuk is not for weak hearted. I think that should be obvious from the way he rides alone. He definitely won't change himself or his riding style just for his partner—I can see him softening it...just a bit, but that's it—so he'd appreciate it more if you just accept him like that.

I tried making a banner but I got out of ideas for backgrounds. @zyart-jpg help😭 anyway, this is dedicated to @nixruniii

Tagging: @shintaru @wthphe1n @pantheonofbeauty @osariin @yuriaxx @bunnygirlgonewild @bfwooin

Period comfort with Owen!

The sharp, abdominal pain striked you early in the morning. Then you saw it—blood on the sheets.

It was your menstruation day today. Which put you in the bad mood right from the moment you remembered what day it was.

Your boyfriend was gone from the bed, even from the apartment you two shared. It's not a big surprise, since he's busy man, being a cyclist and model after all. But it was a big struggle to take the sheets off, put them in washing machine, change the sheets into new one—all while struggling to breathe free the sharp pain.

Thankfully, you weren't out of pads, or it would have been worst day in entire month, if not a year.

You immediately collapsed on the couch after changing the sheets, not even finding an energy to take painkillers or heating pad.

This pain was unfamiliar, irregular. You always had period cramps, ever since you were 12 and they just grew and grew. But today, it was different. Your legs were numbing, nausea was hitting you stronger than ever and that sharp pain in your abdomen just made it worse.

So, even with regrets, you took your phone in your hands to text your boyfriend. He wasn't online. Of course, he wasn't. He probably was busy right now. You heard from Harry that Light Cavalry was going to meet another sponsor today, so it was important day.

Owen, despite not talking much about it, loves his crew dearly. Ever since he was a kid, he's been dreaming of creating his own cycling crew. Now, he takes his role as a leader seriously enough, even with his bit childish nature.

Since this was big day for him and his crew today, your fingers froze and hesitated above the screen. Should you really bother him because of this? What if the pain goes away?

You aren't even sure if you should tell him that you got your period. Because you absolutely know, he'll immediately ran back to home with snacks and chocolates.

So, with a defeating sigh, you put your phone on the coffee table, deciding to just sleep it off.

What could possibly go wrong?

Maybe that, after 3 hours nap, your phone starting blowing up, knocking you back to reality and disturbing your sleep. Your brain immediately processed same sharp pain in your abdomen, and also thousands of calls and messages from your boyfriend.

"Love?"

"How are you today? I'm sorry for not texting earlier💔 I've been bit busy since morning. I even left without telling you anything."

"???"

"Why aren't you answering? Are you mad at me? "

"Ok it's been 40 minutes…Are you alright? Why aren't you answering?"

"Please answer me when you can, babe. I'm worried."

"…Still no answer…"

"That's it, I'm coming back to home."

Almost panicked, you immediately typed out the words in your phone and sent it.

"Babe, I'm sorry. I was asleep."

Right when it got delivered, Owen immediately came back online and saw the text. But instead of texting, he called you, as if he needed to hear your voice to make sure that you were alright.

You tapped the green icon and answered his call. It sounded like he was outside, as the sounds of car and streets roared from the phone.

"Love, thank God you answered. I thought something happened." His tone dipped in the relief, but the fear was still here, his voice was still sounding nervous. His usual childlike tone gone, now he sounded serious—bit too serious, in fact.

"I'm sorry…" you whispered through the microphone, guilt starting to swell your heart.

"It's fine." He sighed. "I'm on my way right now."

Groan escaped your throat. Of course, he'd abandon his job just for the sake of seeing you. You always scolded this bad habit of yours. No matter how much you appreciate it, you could tell he was starting to slack off. "There's no need, really. I'm fine, Owen."

"Too late. I'm almost home." His voice rang in the phone, making your eyebrows furrow. "But, love, you have period today, right?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah I do." You sat up on the couch from surprise, ignoring the cramps that refused to leave you alone. "How do you know?"

"How else? I have your cycles tracked in my phone, of course!" He answered, his voice swelling with hint of pride, before disappearing completely. "I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. I'll bring you your favorite snacks okey? Do you have pads? I'll buy some more just in case."

You wanted to scold him, to remind him how important that sponsor was, to tell him to go back to his job. But instead, your heart got filled with warmth, bit of tears swelling in your eyes. Was it wrong to take his time like this? You still felt guilty, knowing he'd get scolded for leaving, but you also missed him. You wanted him here, on the couch, with you, in your arms. You needed him right now.

A choked sob escaped past your lips, alarming Owen on the phone. "Love? Are you crying? I'll be there in ten minutes, I swear! Please don't cry." He said, his breathing getting shallow and uneven from the hurried steps he was taking.

"Thank you…" that was all you could say, all you could sob out on the phone, before you hang up.

You turned on your back, one hand hosted over your forehead as you shielded your eyes from the light. You couldn't make sense of your emotions right now, but it felt like you were sinking into the ocean of them, drowning in them. More sobs fell out of your throat, as tears started to pour down your cheeks.

You craved everything and nothing at the same time, your mind spiralling into thousand of thoughts, just for the sake of forgetting the pain.

But you couldn't. Each breath made it hurt even more, as if you were getting stabbed over and over.

It made you want to see Owen even more, hug him and just sleep in his arms, safe and sound.

Almost like he managed to feel your pain or your thoughts, Owen rushed in the house, his hands full of plastic bags, a cap pulled low on his eyes as his previous attempt to hide from fans.

He stepped in the living room as fast as he could, putting the bags on the table, his eyes already glued on your state.

"Baby, does it hurt that bad?" He kneeled down in front of you, his hand gently running through your hair. You put your arm away from your forehead, getting a good look at him, his uneven breathing, sweaty and worried expression.

Without saying anything, you just leaned into his touch, like it was the only thing that could help right now. Owen took the hint and threw his cap on the floor before pulling you into his arms, sitting on the couch while he sat you on his lap, his lips finding your forehead to press against.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He sighed against your forehead, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you in tears.

"I'm sorry" you sobbed pathetically, burying your face in his chest, curling up at him like a child.

Owen hesitated after your response, sensing now wasn't best time to question you. So, he pulled you closer to him instead, kissing your cheek, before his lips landed on your lips.

He backed away a bit, rubbing your back to offer as much comfort as possible. "It's fine. Don't apologize. Do you want to eat something? I bought your favorite chocolate and also chips."

You shook your head in disapproval, grunting in return. "I'm too sleepy."

"Alright then, sleep as much as you want, love." He smiled against your forehead, laying down on the couch so you'd sleep comfortably.

His arms wrapped around your waist, one of his hand gently squeezing your skin. The heat of his body made you even sleepier, calming down your thoughts.