the Good Salt Witch
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📌 I am attempting to make a pinned for my threads. I am also going to try to tag my threads with #saltwrites I will be posting threads as quote reposts beneath this one.
an elderly woman in a yellow shirt says " now i 'm into it i want more "
ALT: an elderly woman in a yellow shirt says " now i 'm into it i want more "
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See now that is a prompt for a novel. Or a novel length fanfiction. Shikamaru getting stuck in his own shadows.
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#naruto
My cuties, they interfere with each other's training👀💜
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#naruto
Cuties😊

When you rewatch, you discover completely new things you've never seen before
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My loves! The Sand Siblings! Looking grown up and perfect and I am so proud of them!!!!
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#naruto
I don't care how much time passes - they're still tiny🤧
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Anyway please then consider Mina petting Tetsu's hair and guiding him through it as she allows other people to get off on his cock.
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He’d paid more for less. And from a less pretty face.

“Yeah, fuck, okay.”
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“I guess so. What’re you offering?” 

Little shadow’s eyes darted around and his voice dropped a bit, like anyone up here cared what people were paying for.

“I can - do you want me to suck your dick?” 

Sukuna sucked his teeth.

“How much?"

“¥2000.”
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downtime between all the ruckus of settin’ strings and hauling pots. But everyone gets lonely sometimes.” 

Shadow tried to push a little harder.

“Are you, uh, are you feeling lonely tonight?”

Sukuna kept his grin in his head. He knew the kid would take the bait.
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the kid responded with his own bait: a hand on Sukuna’s knee. 

His voice was small, but he stopped himself from shaking. Maybe he was newer to this than Sukuna thought.

“Sounds lonely.”

Sukuna let his fingers brush the shadow’s while he pretended to be obtuse. 

“Yeah, gets a bit lonely in the
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laughed off the first challenge for an arm wrestling match and handily beat the little shadow on the second one, and when Sukuna got around to describing life on the Ice Witch - carbo-loading, 23 hour shifts, empty bunks, no one aboard but fisherman who smelled like dead cod and live crab -
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Sukuna kept going, laying out his bait for the trap, wanting his little shadow to come to him so he didn’t have to do the propositioning. He answered the little shadow’s questions - what work was like, straight up told him he didn’t have the weight for it, or the strength,
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The kind of man who might have some spare cash and wouldn’t try to keep a little thing like him. The kind of man who had a job to do, and was just shooting the shit, killing time. The kind of man that wouldn’t try to ‘help’ him, the kind of man that had his own business to take care of.
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Peninsula. It’s decent money. Hard work. There are always a few fishermen who don’t come back.”

He was laying hints, and he watched as his little shadow picked them up, examined them, measured them in his head. Gone for a few days. Decent money. Might not come back.
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Shadow’s voice was a bit higher than Sukuna expected, now that he wasn’t curled around his own arms and clutching the water tight to his chest. There was a black backpack down at his knees. 
“Yeah, they live where it’s cold. We cruise around the Sea of Okhotsk and up north parallel to the Kamchatka
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It was the wrong move. Little shadow froze, but Sukuna pushed forward, as if he hadn't caught the alarm on the kid's face.

“Me, I’m about to head out on a boat for the next few weeks. It’s red king season.”

“Red king? Like the crabs?’
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and Sukuna asked the barback for a bowl of peanuts. When they arrived, the peanuts were also pushed toward the little shadow. He ate like a squirrel, grabbing a handful and then holding the food up near his face, eager to swallow it down.

“What brings you here?” Sukuna asked.
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making sure he could see that it went from the bartender’s hand to bar to Sukuna to the bar in front of him without pause, no chance for Sukuna to add a little magic to anything. A few beats passed, and then, “thanks.” His shadow reached out with pale hands and  gulped the water down,
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onto the bar stool behind him, hunched over so the barback couldn’t see him behind Sukuna’s form. Hiding from the casual observer. You had to look for him to find him.

Sukuna ordered another beer.

As an afterthought, he asked for a water, too, and slid it to the boy who was using him as a curtain,
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held though because out of all of his options, the best one came to him. Cute, young, soft looking. Sukuna liked that. Thin little thing, black sweatshirt faded out to gray from wear, black hair wild and in need of a wash. He had to climb, rather than slide,