Special Missive
"didn't i tell you to mop up the fifth barrack?! what the hell are you doing here slacking?" the centurion made a point to growl at the soldier, who had a look of stupid confusion on his face. "i- sorry boss, i was mopping, but then i...
Coach's Boys - Chapter 6: Brimming With Team Spirit
mops and brooms lay scattered from being knocked over in the dark. at the end of the single-aisle was the assistant coach, his tail swishing back and forth, not looking back at him.
It's a Janitor's Life Part 1
"hard at work i see miss swanson," commented the tall human just entering into her classroom, a mop and bucket preceding him.
High School Harem: 5 - Husky
With a small sigh, i began mopping up the soda. he came back in with a towel and helped dry the floor. he smiled up at me and i wrung out the mop head. "wanna go start your game while i clean up the last of it?" i asked and he nodded.
LoZ TTT Chapter 1
He nodded then moved out of the way for his sister to get at the mop bucket the girl then filling said container at which point they left the supply closet, the girl to go mop the aforementioned spill and the boy to go restock the eggs looking toward the door
Bent over in the basement - A ladrania story
"wha-" i didn't have time to say or do anything before i heard him drop the mop on the floor and felt him suddenly grabbing me and pushing me up against a nearby wall.
Home Sweet Home
Something a little more reliable than a mop. she crept towards the door, hands trembling as she carefully pulled the door all the way open.
Chapter 10
He grabbed his mop and walked out of the store-room, locking the door behind him.
Female-On-Male Tickle Rape: Boldr
The female wolfs pulled out three feather dusters and a mop. boldr got shocked by this. ''are you kidding me!?!? i have to get them to clean the bedrooms!?!?'' he said.
Dinner
_it's totally worth the clean house and a happy girlfriend._ i sigh and begin to ring out the mop and wash it out for next time.
The Dark Side of the Moon
Carter grumbled under his breath and flicked his forked tongue across his lips as he ran a hand through his hair which now better resembled a dust mop. his smile was not what it once was.
Memory Fragment III: Serban The Broken [Pilot]
Taking out all the bottles, sprays, buckets and mops that sat on the floor, he bent down and clawed along the edges of where the wall met floor.