cw: brat taming, man handling, slapping, gn!reader
mhhh. stiletto is so god damn gorgeous and you just see that she knows how to tame a brat. i mean christ, look at her. give her a funny look after she gives you an order, she just raises her eyebrow at you, as you just stay put, trying not to grin. "I gave you an order, pet." her voice is low and calculated, she knows what you're doing and she knows how to fix it.
"nothin'." you keep smirking as she walks over to you, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrows furrowed. she only stops when she's toe to toe with you, staring you down.
"last chance. are you gonna be good?" the question is more of a courtesy question than anything, she knows you wont. and she wouldn't have it any other way honestly. she waits until you shake your head with a grin, giving her the green light before slapping you across the face and immediately grabbing it tightly, squishing your cheeks. either leaning down to your height or pulling you down to her height untol your noses are touching. "when I give you an order, you do it. no hesitation, no refusing. are we clear?" her voice is almost sweet, but you know that's when it gets dangerous. you nod quickly; as good as you can anyway; before she smiles and let's your face go, patting your cheek a bit too firmly. "good. now get."
