Kinktober 2026

A/n: Just taking a minute to remind everyone that these are first drafts written in the span of like an hour.

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“Win me that one.”

Riki follows my finger toward the enormous black bat hanging above the ring-toss booth. Then he looks down at the smaller purple bat tucked under my arm that he had won me at the dart game.

He’s barely made an effort to dress up, but still looked put together. A black leather jacket over a white T-shirt, faded black jeans, and boots.

“I just won you that one.”

“And she’s lonely.”

“She?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Her name is Princess Batsana. Please be respectful.”

He presses his lips together, but I catch the smile before he turns toward the booth. That’s the problem with Riki. He keeps finding me amusing when I’m trying very hard to be annoying.

Around us, orange and purple lights hang between the festival stalls, and a fog machine fills the path with fake smoke. Somewhere behind the haunted maze, someone screams. I take another bite of the caramel apple he bought me and watch him hand over five dollars.

“You get three rings,” the attendant says, holding up three fingers.

Riki takes them, glancing at me.

“After this, we’re doing something I want.” I don’t miss the way his eyes drop to my mouth as I lick the caramel from them.

“Of course.”

“You said that before the apple.”

“And I meant it then, too.” I shrug, looking over to the bat. “Then I saw Princess Batsana’s prince.”

His first ring clips a bottle and bounces onto the table. I whistle low, shaking my head. He looks at me, narrowing his eyes.

“What?” I ask. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You made a noise.”

“An encouraging noise.”

The second ring lands between two bottles.

“Oh, baby.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m being supportive.” I’m not. I know what I’m doing. Like I knew picking this game would get him riled up. Riki’s great at a lot of things, but his aim sucks.

“You’re enjoying this.”

I lean against the counter, smiling around another bite of apple.

“A little.”

He holds up the final ring.

“Do you want to try?”

“No. I want you to win it for me. There’s a difference.”

For a second, he just stares at me. Then he turns and throws. The ring drops neatly around a bottle neck.

I straighten.

“See? All you needed was encouragement.”

The attendant reaches for a row of tiny key chains beneath the counter.

“Wait.” I point upward. “What about the bat?”

“Three rings for the large prizes.”

Riki slowly turns his head toward me. I give him my sweetest smile.

“No,” he says.

“But Princess…”

“Will have to learn to make friends.”

I accept the little pumpkin key chain with a sigh dramatic enough to earn a laugh from the attendant. Riki takes my free hand and leads me back into the crowd.

“Haunted maze,” he says. “My turn.”

“Ick. Riki!”

“You picked the last three things.”

“And I have excellent taste.”

He keeps walking. I keep pace beside him, waiting until we’re almost at the entrance before tugging his hand.

“Riki?”

He stops with a sigh.

“What now?”

I hold up my caramel apple.

“Hold this. I need to fix my shoe.”

He takes it. There is nothing wrong with my shoe.

I bend down anyway, fuss with the buckle for three seconds, then straighten and open my mouth expectantly.

His eyes drop to the apple. Then return to mine.

“You have hands.”

“They’re cold.”

“You were using them a second ago.”

I wait. He shakes his head, but he holds the apple up for me. I take a bite, pleased with myself, until he takes one, too.

“Hey. That’s mine.”

“Boyfriend tax.” He shrugs and starts toward the maze.

“Boyfriend tax.” I swat his hand for touching my apple. “Maybe I don’t need a boyfriend if you’re going to steal my food.”

Riki takes a step closer, his hand sliding around my waist, giving me a warning squeeze.

“You’re really pushing it tonight, huh?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” I shrug, tossing the stick from the apple into the nearest trash can, Riki making an audible annoyed sound as I move away from him. “Oh, look. Face painting.”

“That’s for children and we are going to the maze.”

“Or we could get matching face paint!”

“No.”

“Fine. You do what you want, but I’m getting a face…” I’m cut off by Riki’s strong grip wrapping around my waist again, spinning us around. “What? Riki!”

“You’ve had your warnings. You decided to be a brat. Now you get punished.”

“Riki! The festival isn’t over.” I complain with little effort, pulling away from him, but his grip is strong.

“It is for us.”

Riki doesn’t head toward the parking lot, though. Have I annoyed him so much that he can’t even wait until we get home?

God, just please don’t let him take me into the portable bathrooms. I don’t think I can stomach that.

We pass the ferris wheel and the big dragon roller coaster that is set up in the rides portion of the festival.

“Riki, where are you taking me?” I ask, casting a look over my shoulder at the festival.

Instead of answering me, though, he pulls me toward an old abandoned greenhouse. How did I not notice that? And why isn’t the festival using it? It’s creepy as fuck.

Vines snake up and around the greenhouse, some of the glass broken. Riki opens the door and pulls me in, closing the door behind us. It’s dark, the only light from the full moon coming through the broken glass in the ceiling. There are a few wooden tables still here, but nothing on them.

I shiver, it seems colder out here than it had been back at the festival.

“Riki, this is creepy.” I say, looking up at him. “Let’s go back to the festival.”

“It’s far too late for that now.” He shakes his head, walking around me, so he is behind me. I look over my shoulder at him, biting my lip, but his eyes are gliding down my body. “Lift your skirt.”

“What? Here?”

“You’ve been a brat all night. Purposely teasing me and pushing me.” He takes the bat from my hands, placing it on the table. “Now it’s time for your punishment. Lift your skirt.”

“Yes, sir.” I cave, turning my head back to face front as I slowly lift the black skirt to show him the thong I had on.

“Such a brat.” I heard him whisper as he leans down and places a kiss on the top of my head. And then comes to impact.

Riki brings his hand down over my bare ass, the smack echoing through the greenhouse. He does it again, this time harder as he positions himself at my side, giving him a better angle as he continues to spank me.

I bite my lower lip, trying not to make any more sound than we already are, not wanting to bring attention from the festival.

“Is this what you wanted? Having that pretty little ass red and raw?” He leans down and kisses my neck, another smack to my ass, as I moan. “I bet if I slip my fingers between your legs your pussy will be soaked.”

He’s right. I have been wet since the second he told me to lift my skirt in this creepy building.

The palm of his hand rubs over the fullness of my ass, now burning after the spanking. He pulls me toward him, so my back is against his chest, his face burying into my neck and his hand slipping in between my legs.

“Riki, we are in public.”

“Your punishment isn’t done.” He whispers, nipping at my neck.

His hand finds it’s way into my panties, fingers running over my slit. He pushes the longest finger in, no resistance, as he’s met with my need. I whimper as he groans into my neck, biting lightly.

He begins to move the finger in and out of me in slow long thrusts, adding in a second finger after a few moments. I’m leaning against him, my hips moving against his fingers, his palm resetting down and rubbing against my clit as his fingers work.

“Riki.” I gasp, my hips moving faster, needing him to speed up.

“That’s my girl.” His hot breath tickles my ear as he bites down on my ear lobe. “What you wanted all along.”

“Yes.” I moan, rewarded with his fingers speeding up, adding in a third finger. “Fuck. Oh God, right there.” I ramble, not even sure what I’m saying, as he curls his fingers hitting that spot. “Baby, I’m about to…”

But right as I’m about to be pushed over the edge, Riki lets go of me, his fingers withdrawing and I whine. I literally, unconsciously, whine. I was so close!

“Riki…”

“I told you it was part of your punishment.” He smirks as I turn around to face him. He places to fingers that had just been inside me seconds ago, into his mouth, cleaning them off. “Letting you cum now would be a reward.”

“But…”

“Whiny little brat, aren’t you?” He laughs, pulling me to him by my hips and fixing my skirt so it covers me again. “Let’s go home.”

“Home?”

“Yes. Where you will bounce on my cock until your legs give out. Maybe then I’ll decide your punishment is over and let you cum.” He kisses me quickly. “Now grab Princess Batsana and let’s go.”