An Impossible Sentence 5
Toes it was, three of them, gently nudging against his tongue, and he let them drag along the inside of his mouth a few times, treating it like a doormat to clean sweat and more from them before starting to lick them properly.
Trial Shift
But he would rather be poor than be treated like a doormat. _that's easy to say when i'm making all the fucking money,_zoe would say. he dug into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper the receptionist gave him.
How DMs Shift Reality 4
I wanna be a doormat for a while.” “you will be. but not just yet.” “ugh.” “behave, oh naughty lizard.”
Soft Rain, Hard Cobbles - Chapter 2
"i ever catch you saluting me again, i'll have your hide as a doormat. you want someone to look up to, go stare at trevor. i've done too much wrong to be saluted, and besides that, i'm in the field just as often as the others.
Undone by His Suit 4
Drone-bitch stuck out its tongue, ready to serve as a doormat, but the bear shook his head. "not like that." "owner?" it was curious for a moment. its mouth was bound, gagged open, tongue kept displaced. how was it talking?
King of the Games
Not but two days later, karthos opened the door to his living quarters in the bright sun-filled morning; as was tradition, to grab a copy of the morning news ledger lying at his doormat.
TLoS: The fall of the dragon of legend (Chapter 8)
"i'm not the 'evil side' of anyone, i'm me and this body belongs to me not that doormat spyro!" the dark spyro yelled. "then you don't mind if i brake into your head, since spyro is gone i can't hurt you, right?"
A Fox's Descent 1
Not quite down to the floor, but down to the wolf's collarbone, somewhere respectful but not quite doormat. if he wanted more - "you know how to take care of your clients, i think." "hmm? what do you mean, sir?"
Redwind
Finally having enough, i walked out the door, the doormat said welcome but i think of it more as saying hell. stepping outside, the breeze hit my face and it felt warm in fresh as the beamed on me. i smiled.
The Hero's Fall
Now you’ll have to meet your fate and be my doormat.” with that, maestro landed a kick on the hero’s chest with a vibration that’s strengthening his blows, possibly from his boots.
Intertwined - Chapter 2
Blake stood in disbelief on the doormat of the mansion. he peered his head into the house and looked around the grand entrance. "hello?"
Windfall: Wrapping Up
He stepped inside and wiped worn-in hiking boots on the doormat. a long tan coat draped from his shoulders, out of place and out of vogue in a hollywood climate. those gold eyes surveyed her, then the open door behind him.