Witchy October Drabbles

Witchy October Drabbles

In which I begged ChatGPT to generate me a bunch of random fic titles. Every other day I'll choose between two such titles and write a drabble based on it.

Feel free to join, either by reading these drabbles or by writing any AU with these titles yourself! (If you do choose to write something based on these prompts, let me know and I'll link your work to this post)

☆ WONWOO ☆

Lyrics of the Heart

When Stars Fall Apart

☆ SEOKMIN ☆

Broken Crowns and Shattered Thrones

Holding On to Us

☆ MINGHAO ☆

The Corn Maze Incident

Threads of Destiny

☆ JOSHUA ☆

Encore of Emotions

The Unwritten Chapter

☆ JUNHUI ☆

The Midnight Masquerade

Falling Into Infinity

☆ SEUNGCHEOL ☆

Autumn Leaves and Falling Stars

Sweeter Than Yesterday

☆ VERNON ☆

Torn Pages

The Orchard of Broken Dreams

☆ JIHOON ☆

Lyrics of the Heart

The Stars Forgot Us

☆ JEONGHAN ☆

Dancing with Ghosts

The Stars Between Us

☆ CHAN ☆

Love is in the Little Things

The October Pact

☆ FREE WRITE! ☆

The Way You Smile

A Cherry Kiss Goodbye

☆ SOONYOUNG ☆

October Nights, Vampire Bites

Sunshine Smiles

☆ SEUNGKWAN ☆

Caught in the Rain, Drenched in Love

Once Upon a Kiss

☆ MINGYU ☆

Accidentally Yours

The Stars Will Guide You Home

— Rule 17

Synopsis: Rule number 17 : In order to keep the stamina and energy of drivers in check, any sexual activities during race week is strictly prohibited. A contravene with this rule will result in a $50,000 fine. Good thing Mingyu was stacked.

Warnings: Ferrari F1!Driver KMG x F1!fan reader, bathroom sex, public sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, pre race sex, pwp

Out of all the things that was listed in your bucket list, being bare backed on the bathroom sink by the top driver on the grid was definitely not one of them. Your boobs hang from your bra, skirt up with your panties to the side as Mingyu pounds roughly into you, holding your hair up in a ponytail forcing you to look at your reflection on the mirror.

Or rather his. Mingyu had his Ferrari team T-shirt trapped between his teeth putting his chiseled abs on display as he bites down on it keeping it from falling down as he watches his dick split your pussy open in two. He revels in the sight of your fat pussy lips stretching around his penis, hitting his pelvis with an oh so beautiful sound.

The bathroom echoes in squelch as your ass slaps against him. Your lips also between your teeth trying your best to stop the moans from escaping your throat, according to F1 Law, what you were doing right now was illegal. And that just makes the situation 10x hotter.

Mingyu lets go of his shirt from the tight vice of his teeth, moving his hands from your body to remove his upper piece of clothing fully showing himself to you. You clench around him moan as he slaps and gropes your ass before leaning forward placing his mouth to your ear.

"Fucking slut, you know damn well what your doing and what rules your allowing to be disobeyed. Really putting your favourite driver at risk for some dick huh?" He whispers as he holds your neck in his hands forcing you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

"Bad. Bad. Girl." Mingyu grunts, periodically thrusting hard into you after every word that comes out his mouth. His other hand explores your body gripping your waist before pulling back and slowly beginning to rock back and forth into you.

You couldn't do anything but let moans and whimpers out for him, too cockdumb to think. Almost as if it wasn't just earlier that you felt so stiff to move around him, feeling starstruck merely at the sight of him. One moment he was approaching you with a sweet smile on his face, giggling at your demeanor around him, and then the next his hands were all over you pulling you into the bathroom around his teams building.

He was right, you really were a slut. He began to flirt with you to calm you down, and you flirted back for the giggles. And now your here. Stiff body now languid and obedient, almost putty-like in his hands as you let him play wigh you.

You started to grind your hips against him, looking at his eyes through the mirror almost pleading. You would've spoken if your brain wasn't thinking just cock, cock, cock, cock at the moment. "Use your words baby." Mingyu said.

"Please... cock..." You beg, head now bending backwards for him as you look back up at him pressing harder on his hips making his dick reach deeper. Mingyu groans as he flips your body to face him, dick still lodged in you, before placing your left leg on his shoulders. Your hands support your weight as he starts to pound into you again.

Your body shakes and your tits jiggle at every thrust he gives you, the lace around the edges of your panties adding to his pleasure as it rubs against his cock every thrust he gives you. Both your voices mix in melody as you gradually become louder coming near your edge.

His thumbs rub your bud, while his free hand grabs your neck to pull you into a deep and messy kiss, your saliva and his mixing around your mouths. His thrusts begin to go faster as his phone rings, his manager was calling him.

Mingyu needed to be quick before the others, especially the press, starts to look for him as they pick up on his absence. With one last hard thrusts, he plunges his dick deep into you releasing his cum inside. Your cunt now creaming with cum coming from his and yours mixing together.

You pull away from the kiss, placing your head on his abs as you pant relentlessly trying to regulate your breathing. He pulls out of you slowly, keeping your head in his chest as he answers his phone acting like he didn't just give you your lifes best quicky.

His thumb rubs the entrance of your pussy playing with both of your cum while you bite down on your lip trying to stop yourself from making any sound that might be questioned to him.

"Yeah.. no, yeah I'm on my way, just had to settle something with my pet sitter, Bobpul was having the zoomies and my cat Y/N was too frightened to move, cant have that can't we?" A says to his manager while looking deep into your eyes with a sly smirk on his face. Your eyes look back at his, much wider and with a shocked facial expression.

After quickly drying and cleaning up, A gropes your ass as he leaves a sweet kiss on your lips. "See you after the race, make sure to keep yourself loose for me yeah?" He smirks.

mingyu is absentmindedly scrolling through instagram reels when he finds a video of a content creator in his kitchen. his caption is simple enough: meals i made for my girlfriend this week.

mingyu watches, slightly bored, as the influencer shows off everything from at-home matcha lattes to vegetable omelettes. he's just about to scroll away when the influencer shows off the last meal: a bento box.

mingyu rewatches that part once. thrice, even. he's had dosirak countless of times before, but this one is different. it's— cute.

mingyu looks up a hashtag of #bentoboxlunch and is absolutely floored. there's rice shaped like sanrio characters, and boiled eggs with nori eyes, and hotdogs cut up to look like octopi!

mingyu, who has always taken pride in cooking for you, in making your favorites of bibim-guksu and jajangmyeon, finds an entirely new purpose.

mingyu blows an inordinate amount of money on supplies. character picks, rice shapers, vegetable cutters. in between schedules, he watches how-to videos. when you're asleep at night or he wakes up earlier than you in the morning, he quietly pads around the kitchen to practice.

mingyu spends a good three or so months stealing away this new hobby, hiding it from you, until he decides his skills are up to par. with the intensity of which he's going about this, you'd think he's competing on master chef.

mingyu who, one morning, nonchalantly informs you, "i packed you lunch. let me know how you like it, okay?" you try to tell him that it isn't necessary, that you're a grown adult, thank you very much, but he pouts and whines until you take the lunch box anyway.

mingyu, whose leg bounces up and down all the hours leading up to noon.

mingyu, who has gotten a lot of praise across his life for many things. his skills as an idol. his physical appearance. but this? the text he gets of you gushing over the puppy-shaped mashed potatoes, over the boiled egg that's been cut to look like cherry blossoms? this is definitely a top five compliment.

mingyu enjoys this way too much. he learns more and more over time. heart-shaped tamagoyaki, doraemon constructed out of seaweed, rice that looks like snoopy. you tell him he's going overboard, doing too much, but how can anything be 'too much' when it's you?

mingyu doesn't even understand why he loves doing all this until, one day, you present to him sandwiches that have been cut in to stars and melon slices that are molded like diamonds. the sandwich is a bit dry, and the melon is out of season, but mingyu doesn't care. it's the best damn meal he's ever eaten.

mingyu, who has to hold himself back from proposing on the spot when you tease him, i love you, i want us both to eat well.

mingyu, who thinks to himself that he would cook for you for the rest of his life, if you'd let him.

lee seokmin + "holding on to us"

<500 | angst | avy’s october writing challenge

“Hi, cutie! You look a lot like my Seokminnie!!” 

You reach out to capture his cheeks with both hands, giggling and squishing his cheeks in glee. He notes how your makeup looks a little runny, that your friends were nowhere around, and that the bartender was keeping you both under a watchful eye. Your phone lights up next to you at a notification, and Seokmin manages to catch what you were looking at so intensely before he walked up to you; a picture of the both of you, taken at a friend’s birthday party only a few months ago.

Before you had broken up.

Seokmin smells the fruity alcohol oozing from you. He kneels down in front of your seat, head tilting as he examines you from head to toe. The bar’s music continues to thump on around you, and the way you’re ditzy even while sitting lets him know just what kind of night you are having.

“I am Seokminnie, pretty.” He can’t help but smile at the way you lit up at the new information, his nickname for you unconsciously slipping through. His hand can’t help but smooth over your hair, petting you as affectionately as he used to.

“Really?! I’ve missed you!” You squeal in excitement, squishing his cheeks even more as you turn towards the pitiful bartender. “See, Yena! I told you he’d come!”

Yena stares back at Seokmin, concern latched on her features as she slides you a water. “She’s had a bit too much to drink, I think.” She gestures towards the cup. “Get her to drink a bit before you leave– don’t do anything either of you might regret.”

Seokmin nods solemnly, lifting the cup to your lips. Wiping the countertop, Yena continues: “Um… She was crying. Like, a lot.” She looks at you, obediently drinking water while swaying to the music, then locks eyes with Seokmin again. “Take care of her.” She doesn’t let Seokmin answer, already whisking away to tend to another customer elsewhere.

“Of course,” he mutters, to himself more than anything. “Always.”

Turning to you, he grabs your small bag before tugging you onto your feet, stabilising you with a strong arm wrapped around your waist. 

The already uncomfortable sting in his chest continues to grow as he feels you cosy up to his side, slotting yourself next to him like you were never apart. It's crazy how muscle memory works, both of you fitting into each other like it's second nature. Like it was second nature, he reminds himself again.

“Okay, pretty, let’s get you home, yeah?”

want it, got it | yoon jeonghan

suggestive, strangers to lovers | 1102 words | alcohol consumption

divider credit

The air is filled with the throbbing beat of the music, a hypnotic rhythm that reverberates through the room, drawing people to the dance floor like moths to a flame. Among the throng of dancers, you move with deliberate grace, your eyes locked on your target—a guy standing by the bar, casually sipping his drink.

You lean closer to your friend, one hand cupping your mouth while the other gestures towards the bar. Your drink sloshes dangerously in your hand, uncaring that drops of the liquor splash onto your hand instead. “Lia!” Your voice sounds hushed over the music. “You see that guy over there?”

“Who?” She yells. The DJ is being annoyingly loud today. She points her head towards the guy by the bar. “That guy?”

Said guy was running his hand through his long dark hair with one hand, the other occupied by a drink. The strobing lights above seem to highlight his delicate features even more as he turns away, showcasing more of his alluring side profile.

You nod, eyes never leaving him. “That’s my boyfriend.”

Lia stares at you incredulously. “Really? When did that start?”

“He doesn’t know that yet, though.”

She spits out the vodka she was drinking. Damn, what a waste of a good drink. “Oh my god!” She doesn’t hesitate to playfully slap your arm when you throw your head back laughing. “I thought you were serious!”

“I am! I’ll make him!”

You quickly down the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn forming in your throat. Just as you reopen your eyes, the man’s eyes locked contact with you. Your heart skips a beat when he winks at you– you’re almost sure the sudden flush on your cheeks was not because of the alcohol in your system.

“You’re insane!” Lia rolls her eyes, nudging your shoulder and giggling. “Use protection!”

You throw a drunken grin at your friend. Just like that, you blow your best friend a kiss with a cheeky wave goodbye. She watches as you skip across the dancefloor, moving to lean against the bar counter next to the alluring stranger. With a final, purposeful adjustment to your dress– a sleek, white number that shimmered in the club's lights– you made your way towards him.

"Is this seat taken?" you ask, your voice smooth and sultry, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

He turns to look at you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. He smiles, a hint of intrigue in his gaze. "Not at all," he replies, his voice alluring. “L/n Y/n.”

“Yoon Jeonghan. Nice to meet you, Y/n”

"Wanna dance?"

He hesitates for only a moment before setting his drink down and taking your hand. Together, you move to the dance floor, the crowd closing in around you. The music seems to pulse through your bodies as you dance, your movements synchronized, the space between you both narrowing with each beat.

You let your hands trail all over his shoulders, your fingers tracing the contours of his collarbones as you move closer. You could feel the heat of his skin, the quickening of his breath. You look up at him, your eyes locking onto his for the second time that night.

"You're a good dancer," you murmur, your lips tantalizingly close to his.

"So are you," he replies, his voice deep with desire. He peeks around you, towards the direction you came from.

“So, what’s this? A bet?” He steps closer to you, his body pressing against yours. A sharp, citrus scent overwhelms you; a welcome change from the sweaty muskiness throughout the rest of the club.

“Saw you whispering with your friend just now. What do you need angel? My name? My number?” He leans into you, hovering by your neck. You can feel his warm breath against your skin heating you up.

“… Something else, perhaps?”

He sees your ears turn red and laughs, a melodic sound that contrasts against the blaring music. Pulling away a little, he lifts one of your hands towards his lips, pressing a soft kiss before he nuzzles against it.

Your hand feels tiny in his. It feels surprisingly delicate, you think. You let your hands linger for a while more before you pull him closer. Your head says ‘fuck it’, already consumed by drunken bravery, and your mouth opens before your brain even finishes processing your actions. Gesturing behind you, your eyes seem to glint with mischief. “I told my friend you’re my boyfriend, but she didn’t believe me.”

Watching you pout adorably despite your scandalous attire is doing things to him. Jeonghan sucks in a breath; he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s been entranced by you ever since he noticed you across the club at the start of the night.

He tilts his head to the side, dark locks falling across his eyes. “Hmm? That sounds like a problem.” His arm snakes around your waist, nibbling on your ear. “We should fix that, right?”

Your arms wrap around his neck as you start peppering small kisses in between his clavicle and neck, letting out a giggle when you feel Jeonghan’s breath hitch. He sighs, hand relaxing on your waist when you start to nip on his lobe.

“Wai-” He sets his drink down. “Woah, hold on angel.” His thumb caresses your cheekbones, and you lean into his touch. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret– Are you sure?”

See, if you were sober, you wouldn’t dare to fathom going off with some stranger you met in a club. But, as you spot Lia shooting thumbs up from the corner of your eye– as cherry vodka runs through your veins, as Jeonghan stares at you with such seriousness– you’re none the wiser.

“Give me your phone.”

He watches you with mirth as you take his phone from him, sending a quick message to Lia’s number before returning the phone.

“There. Now my friend knows who to find if I go missing.”

He raises a brow at you, still amused by you. “If you go missing?”

“You could be a serial killer, for all I know.” you slide your hand down his chest, feeling him shake in laughter at your words. You hit him playfully at that. “Hey! Being a girl is dangerous, okay!”

“I get it, I get it!” he laughs again. “I promise I’m not a serial killer. I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, right?”

You look up at him through hooded eyes. “Then yes.”

“Yes– yeah. Okay.” A lazy grin graces his face. He gestures towards the exit. “Shall we, then?”

obligatory height difference joke