Imagine Pushing Daddy Moriarty's Buttons
Giving this a shot, sorry if it's not how this is supposed to go, I don't do imagines very often.
TW: Daddy Moriarty, ehhh none?
Gif Credit: Unknown.
Mouthy, witty, bratty, and sassy for days. Jim had asked you to do something but you just weren't having any of it, not today. You cross your arms and shake your head. "No." "No?" his brow arches. "Yes, I said no." "I see... Okay well we'll try again in a little bit." He asks. All he was asking you to do was to do the dishes, it was only fair he cooked. So he waited fifteen minutes. "How about now. Get those dishes done sweetheart." "Why don't you do them?" "Excuse me?" "I didn't stutter." You respond. "Watch your mouth." "I can't... I'm not in front of a mirror you're going to have to watch it." Trying to not chuckle he gasps shaking his head. "Now now, daddy's had enough now, go get those dishes done." With a small huff you get off the couch and kiss his cheek walking by. "Fine." "Thank you, Sweetheart. Don't miss a spot." He chuckles. "I'M GOING TO MISS ALL THE SPOTS!" You yell from the kitchen. Chuckling he shakes his head and makes his way into the kitchen. "I think not. I wash, you dry." "That's what I thought." You state with a smirk. Shaking his head he swats your butt.
