A Different Kind of Work out
She sighed, "he is a doormat at times." "that sucks." diana said, turning the speed to a steady walk, "sounds like he likes you." "sadly." she hummed, "he's not exactly my type." "meaning?"
The Lucky Ones Left - Chapter 6
The only way we could've avoided conflict there was to be his doormat." "he's right, we do need to find a new place to live.
Golding Incorporated
The saliva in his mouth had begun to taste coppery and he spat a red slime onto his doormat. _the doormat!
Just Desserts
Finally, after checking the sixth doormat he found a key.
The Masters return, a story by Dexahedron :3
He went about his usual routine, tossing his car keys into the bowl on the dresser, looking over the mail that was strewn over doormat. hardly any bills to speak of, just a greeting card from the neighbours celebrating the coming of spring.
Business Manager in a Barn
Then get up at five, have one and a half hours of workout, shower and appear at six fifty-five on the doormat of the company to get things done. it had been his life for the last five years. the thing with the models that is.
To Serve Gods: Chapter 1 - Felix's New Job
It had been sitting there face up, perfectly centered on the doormat with his name clear as day. felix cheshire. the letter contained a job offering.
Diaspora of the tribes I
He was a kiroth underling of the second-lowest rank, a "crawler" - just above the lowest which would translate closely to "doormat". dispite his name he was in fact a very diligent worker, but his superiors just loved to mistreat and humiliate him.
Duty Chapter 1: The Stranger
They almost tripped over the doormat as they clutched each for dear life, sinking their lips and tongues into each others muzzles. finally, marcus forced himself away. "what's wrong, babe?" asked reis. "absolutely nothing..."
2017-06-17 - Good for Nothing
"aren't you that pathetic little doormat i walked all over in the market?" fluttershy persisted. "who was right about what, gilda? what were they right about?
Tails by the Riverbank
He sighed to himself as he wiped his boots on a worn doormat before walking inside. his mother was nowhere to be seen, nor his father. however upon the table there was a note. "son, we took a day trip to the city.
In Too Deep
She'd told the fox to fight back a little, rather than being the spineless doormat he'd become. the fox was fixated on her feet, fervently licking one foot while massaging the other.