judging by the descriptions on your fic poll i don't think you have to worry about ANYONE reading your fics

(FYI, pretty confident anon is one of the OPs in this post)

OH SHIT no one is reading my fics??? Fuck. I could've sworn they were... lemme go check...

Well, damn that's a shame... but I guess it's possible that the comments on Five Peggats Each are hate comments... I mean, that is the fic where Obi-Wan & Anakin are locked in a cell and repeatedly raped for nine chapters 😬

Hmm, could be wrong, but I think maybe people are reading my writing....?😅 So while you're stewing on that, I think they deserve to read it more. And since Five Peggats Each, my beloved rape fic, won the poll you speak of, I think I'll share a little something depraved....

As Anakin shoots forward, as he blinks to clear his vision—as he blinks again because what the ever-loving fuck—he sees why. For as long as he lives, he will never forget why. A seventh tentacle—unlike the others, spooling from the creature's mouth, stringy and thin and an umbilical chord's shade of red—is flesh deep down Obi-Wan's throat and pumping something into his stomach, Anakin knows, because he can see pockets of liquid rolling along the bare inches of the tentacle's base like a snake's digestive track. Worse, worse, worse, he can see the fluid bulging in Obi-Wan's neck as it passes through his esophagus. Obi-Wan's eyes are wide and panicked, and his now-free hands are clawing at the appendage as it strangles him from the inside out. They don't teach things like this in the Temple. In the Temple, they teach younglings about the cultural and sociopolitical structures of differing societies around the galaxy: how different species care for their young, how different species prioritize certain etiquettes and customs, and how different species have varying biological needs in terms of nutrition, reproduction, and climate. They don't teach younglings the sexual habits of the species on F'tral. They don't teach nine-year-olds the intricacies of how an aquatic cephalopod might rape. Something in Anakin's brain snaps—it just snaps. Any shred of human within him—Jedi, slave, whore, or otherwise—it vanishes. It's replaced by the feral instinct of a contagiously rabid animal. Anakin loses it. By the time he is able to distinguish between various shades of red, his teeth have chewed through the seventh tentacle, and the Iyra is a howling, writhing mess on the ground. Anakin has his mouth full of amputated tissue and fluid and blood. The other end is still down Obi-Wan's throat, so he starts pulling, and pulling, and pulling, and pulling, like he's at a carnival, at a circus, and a performer has swallowed a vibroblade and when he coughs it up, a ribbon is coming out, and coming out, and coming out, and coming out, and there isn't enough ocean on the entire planet of Kamino to supply the tears that will have to stream down Anakin's face for the rest of his life, and when it finally flops out of Obi-Wan's mouth, the end of its tail is still wriggling like the body of a beheaded henru, and Anakin can hear himself wailing, and his sobs sound like the mating calls of a whale.

And, as a parting gift for any of my lovely readers who would like to know, chapter 10 is just another weekend a way. :')