A Longing Connection - Thursday Prompt Story [#1, 05/1/23]
He had just come back home with a takeout bag in hand and with little energy to do anything else. even though it was the stoat's week off, that didn't seem to stop his body from wanting to coil itself under multiple blankets.
How I Met My Master, part 2
 i remembered finding myself looking deep into the lion's eyes across the small table in my hotel room; we'd opted for some quick takeout rather than an actual meal to spare both time and expense, and i heard myself telling him stories of my past, of
Photo Booth
He took the takeout box from the wolf and placed it on top of the booth before shoving him inside, ducking in after. the box was a little cramped, but it would do for what the german shepherd had planned.
Striking a Pose
His thoughts were interrupted as the office door flew open and marty ran in, looking excited, no takeout in sight. "alex!" he said. "your dad is coming up!" "shit," mumbled alex, grabbing the remote and turning the tape off.
Longing: Chapter 11.5
Heading to the kitchen, rose placed her bags on the counter and pulled out the takeout. she rummaged through the drawers for utensils and plates, and set up for dinner. as she worked, she hummed to herself, and finally she heard the water shut off.
Hyde and Chleo - Blue Balls
Jerry then drove them back home and hyde had him order chinese takeout for the night.
Ivory
We stopped at a diner along the way for dinner and even got takeout for later. it was only when we got to the trail that we learned it was closed. “what the fuck, they can't close nature."
After work rendezvous...
Enjoying the fact that he could smell the equines arousal, over the smell of freshly cooked food in his takeout bag. "good to meet you." the little alpaca purred softly, as he looked the big equine up and down slowly.
Closet Space
Faustus's kitchen was a disaster zone of old plates, takeout bags, and empty ramen cups. you'd taken care of that on your first day, and when dr. faustus returned home, her smile of approval had melted your heart.
[1] A Doctor And A Disciplinarian
Filthy dishes, empty takeout boxes, and stale, spilled food littered the counter. piss dried on the toilet seat. wadded tissues in the wastebasket suggested something vile happened this afternoon.
Business Casual Breakfast
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ forest unlocked the door while carrying the big bag of takeout boxes in the other, before pushing it open. "okay, food's here!"
Fair Fortune
"that's why you didn't ask for a takeout bag, eh?" "my intelligence has nothing to do with that," greg snorted, though he smiled. "i assumed they would give me one."