#bimbo! reader

[amourflores]

⠀ ⠀𓊈 ꣑ৎ 𓊉 ⠀ ⠀meet ⠀ ͙ ⠀ 𝒃𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨 ! reader　.

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ trashy & mcbling aesthetic. very much into y2k bimbocore fashion. bimbo ! reader signature brand is definitely glittery pink glosses & leopard prints .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ heavy make ups , glamorous dresses , short skirts , thick fake lashes , overlining lip bombos , bamboo earrings .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ expensive perfumes with strong scents…you will never catch her wearing cheap perfumes or notes that doesn’t match her vibe or outfits .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who has duck nails or stilettos with maximalist vibes. fond of charms adorning her nails .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who has a dermal on her left cheek and nostril on her right flare. she changed her nostril basic piercing it to some hello kitty one .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who is fashionably late because she takes her sweet time choosing her outfit and always changes them at the last minute because “ it doesn’t fit my vibe today ”

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ juicy couture tracksuit pants with a victoria secret thong hanging on her hips.

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s often called a princess or a doll for being high maintenance and hyper aware when it comes to her appearance .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s very affectionate and empathetic. can and will spend her money on you if she likes you. she’ll hug and kiss you often to say hi or good bye .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s perceived as a mean girl while she’s actually pretty sweet , which surprises people .

⠀⠀𓍼⠀⠀ ݁⠀ bimbo ! reader who’s a non labeled queer woman. always answers “ i love people ” whenever she’s asked about her type .

⠀ 𓃹݁ 𓈒 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ ⠀𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⠀ ⠀:

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⠀ 𓃹݁ 𓈒 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ ⠀ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 ⠀ ⠀:

unnamed blurb , dean winchester . ⠀

⠀ 𓃹݁ 𓈒 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ ⠀ 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 ⠀ ⠀:

camgirl ! bimbo ! reader ⠀ ␥ ⠀ feelin’ yummy ( dean winchester ) , coming soon .

⠀ 𓃹݁ 𓈒 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ⠀ ⠀:

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𝒕𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠀ ⠀: ⠀@harleymuses , @flwrlea , @pittsick , @mtcloudsworld .

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[jamesdeanbby]

police officer! dallas winston (🤤) moodboard (●♡∀♡)

something something.. police officer Dallas Winston that always lets the teenage wanna-be delinquents go because he "was way worse at their age" and just loooooves when it's a pretty girl the one he's pulling over for a speeding ticket. no need to cry, sweetheart, he's sure you both can figure out a way out of the ticket together, hmn?

( @twobitsblade )

[kreepiebiimboo]

08 || 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔶 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨

<—𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱—> ɖıɬʑყ ɖɛ۷ıƖ

Main Pairings ~ Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x reader, Leviathan x reader, Satan x reader, Asmodeus x reader, Beelzebub x reader, Belphegor x reader

Warnings ~ Cussing, explicit

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⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

❝ Ooh, kinky.. I’m just so…intrigued. ❞

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Though now that I think about it, a flashback from last night returns.

"Lucifer has something that Mammon wants, something he'd kill to get..." I wonder what it could be. Maybe I should ask Lucifer himself. Mc hits my head, before I could retaliate, another flashback resurfaces.

"I'm referring to Mammon's credit card, which Lucifer took away from him...Heey I see that look on your face, and I know what you're thinking. 'A credit card, pffff, why would he care so much about something like that?" Leviathan continues. "Well, you've got no idea just how much he depends on that thing. Let's see, what did he use to call it again? 'My one true love'? It was something like that; it was like he thought it was a woman. He probably named it. I bet he even slept with it..." We both said gross at the same time.

"That idiot used it constantly. Never stopped. Eventually, Lucifer was fed up with his behavior, so he took it. There was nothing Mammon wouldn't do if it meant getting his credit card back, I'm sure of it. So listen up. I want you to talk to Lucifer and find out where he's hidden it. Of course, he can't be suspicious of anything. You have to be subtle, like it happened to come up naturally." Leviathan's face turned stern cold, like this was a life-or-death situation.

"Make sure you do a good job or else!" I snap out of the flashback to Lucifer's voice.

" What is Reader? Is there something you want to ask me?" Standing firm, I can't let the plan fall through.

"Uhhhhhh..." Shit! I can't remember anything...Luckyily Mc was here.

A small voice on my shoulder spoke up, "We'd like to know more about Mammon." A breath I didn't even know I was holding in was released.

Lucifer's face gives a shocking glare. "Mammon? Why do you want to know about him all of a sudden?" Mc and I stiffen up. Did he figure us out? "Still, I guess it's only natural, considering he's the one assigned to look after you." Both laid out a sigh of relief.

Lucifer begins describing his brother. "Mammon is my brother. I don't want to say anything unkind about him. So I'll try to be sparing in my criticism." He cleared his throat. " He's pure scum. The scummiest sort of scum. Pure, unfiltered, disgusting scum to the point I'm embarrassed to call him a fellow demon, much less my brother." As Lucifer spoke, his face was sour, like he genuinely did not approve of Mammon's existence at all.

...

Geez..these people are so...heartless towards Mammon. Lowkey pulls some heartstrings.

Lucifer's stern smile returns, "...So, any particular reason you asked, or were you just curious?"

Ignoring his question, I followed Mc's question structure...Or somewhat...

"What sort of weaknesses does Mammon have?" Smiling proudly that I actually did something. I see a more sinister smile upon Lucifer's face..Creepy.

"Are you implying that you think I know his weakness and can exploit them when I like?" His smile lingers on his face.

"Ummm...maybe..?" Leaning away from him.

"Because I suppose that is true in a way." His smile quickly drops. "However, that's not the only reason he can't say no to me." He crossed his arms, the same stern smile reappearing on his face. "As long as we're on the subject, it just so happens that I've taken one particular weakness of his and frozen it." Hmm, I think somehow he gave me a hint...

Before I could ponder longer, the school bell rang.

"That's the first bell. Class is about to start. Time to get going. You'd better hurry, too. You don't want to be late on your first day here." The second he mentioned late, I scurried off, and Lucifer walked in the opposite direction.

"Shit! I feel like I'm always late for stuff..." Scurrying up to class, I made it on time before the tardy bell rang.

Sitting down, I placed mc on the desks; there were many, many different demons around us. This is going to be a long day. Which, in fact, really wasn't. Not even the first 5 minutes of class, I already fell asleep. Not waking up until the next bell for class. Second class went by quickly; all I did was daydream and fluff up Mc's wool. Third was just the teacher talking their ass off. Then lunch me and Mc just toured around the school so we don't have a repeat of last night. The fourth to sixth period was just me doodling on a random piece of paper. Then the day was officially completed.

The walk back to the house of lamentation was nice and quiet. Just the sounds of my shoes hitting the pavement and mc snoring in my arms. It wasn't long before we arrived. Opening up the door, I head back to my room, just pure silence all throughout. It was already late so I decided to just get a shower and head to bed for the night.

Snuggling in the comforter further, before everything went dark, falling into a deep sleep.

...

Who am I kidding? All I did was toss and turn, for some reason, the past day here has me thinking, and that doesn't happen often. Flashbacks rush into my head of my fall.

Lucifer's voice echoes through the hall, "There are seven of us brothers in all, and I am the eldest."

Mammon's lazy voice spoke out, "...Anyways, the long and short of it is that we seven brothers all live here together."

To my left, I could feel something shifting in the bed. "I guess you can't sleep either?" Mc sat up and faced me.

"Something is off, something the boys said..." Starring curiously, I lay on my left and listened to Mc's concerns.

"Lucifer is the oldest..Mammon is the second oldest..." Mc listen the boys out.

My brain begins to put connections together of what Mc was talking about. " Then Leviathan is the third...and I think the fourth is the blonde hair dude..." Fully sitting up, we both put our brains together.

"The fifth is the pink-ish blonde, who was flirting..." Mc pointed out, "Making the sixth being the hungry orange guy...wait..." Interrupting Mc, I asked a question.

"Then who the hell is the seventh?" Mc just shrugs.

"This is interesting..."

"Ughhhhh MMMMCCCCC I can't sleep when my brain actually is workinggg!" I flop back onto the bed, dragging my hands across my face.

While moaning and rolling around in bed, my D.D.D vibrates. Grabbing it, I see a text from Leviathan.

Leviathan: You say Lucifer mentioned having frozen something? Are you absolutely sure that's what he said?

Oh shit, I forgot Mc texted first about Lucifer. Showing Mc the text, they climbed into my arms before I responded to Levaithan.

Me: Yep, I'm absolutely sure.

Leviathan responds immediately.

Leviathan: Come to the kitchen. Right Now.

Don't tell anyone what you're doing. I don't want anyone to mistakenly think that I hang out with some human normie.

Just rolling my eyes, well, I can't sleep, so I might as well. Putting on my houseshoes that I found in a random corner. Mc and I head out towards the kitchen. Luckily for me, Mc remembers where the kitchen was.

Heading into the kitchen, looks like any other medieval kitchen. A giant wooden table directly in the middle. Cauldron on the left wall with stone ovens below. To the left of that was a shelf with bottles, and under it was a whole bunch of firewood. Towels were hung all around the walls.

Lost in the decor of the kitchen, the sound of much and swallowing was heard on my right. Mc tugs slightly on my pjs to gather my attention to the noise.

"...Shit! It's a...ghost!"I muttered. Mc hit their hooves on their face; they're gonna get a headache if they keep doing that.

Behind the open fridge door...how did I not notice the stainless steel fridge on my right, geez, I don't really pay attention like I need to.

A ruffed voice was heard, "Ah, perfect timing. The orange-haired dude from yesterday popped out. The always hungry one. I think it was Beel or something.

Of everyone I truly met in the last 48 hours or so, he's been the nicest. "Listen, do you have any food on you? Because there's not nearly enough in the fridge." His big hopeful grin faded into a saddened one quite quickly. "...I'm hungry..Anyways, what're you doing in the kitchen so late?"

Not even thinking for a single second, I answer, "I'm meeting Leviathan, of course." The orange-haired puppy gave a surprised look.

"You? Meeting Levi? Really?" He genuinely looks confused. "Huh...that's surprising."

Mc taps my head, which grabs his attention.

"What? Is there something you both wanted to talk to me about?" Orangey gave a blank look. I wonder what Mc wants to ask?

"Who is the seventh brother?" Mc asked.

Silence flooded the room. Beelzebub's face shifted from blank to anger in seconds. He steps closer, cuffing his right fist in his left hand. I could feel his breath on my face...for how much he eats, at least his shit doesn't stank.

"...Now listen, don't you ever, ever mention him in front of Lucifer." His Purple eyes gaze at us, sending shivers straight down my body. I grab mc, pulling them into a tight hug. His voice never wavers, just pure unsettling. "Just so we're clear, I'm not going to tell you anything, either. Lucifer would yell at me if I did. And don't bother asking any of my brothers either. No one talks about him." Beelzebub's face turns sad, just thinking about his brother hurts.

He mumbled something under his breath before losing eye contact. "Even though he's our brother...we have to treat him like he doesn't exist...It's not right. But since no one can defy Lucifer.." The vibes shifted

Well damn, babes, way to go on making everything feel all depressing and sad. Though the mood did heavily shift, I genuinely feel bad for him. He lost a brother, and there's no way to just ignore that and move on.

WELL FUCK NOW I'M ALL SAD...THIS AIN'T PART OF THE PLAN! Fuck this gonna kill me…

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End of chapter 8: Lesson 2, Ep 4 & 6 

♱ 1738 

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[randomdancingwhore]

Secret’s Out - Peter Parker x Bimbo! F! Reader

Summary: It's time for Peter to tell his girlfriend about Spiderman. It won't be that hard, right?

Request: "I was wondering if I could request an x men bimbo reader? Or a spider man reader where peter goes to school with a girl who seems like a Total bimbo but instantly is like 'yeah of course I've been knowing that you're spider man, duh!" @chipster-21​ hope you like it!

Warnings: Sexual role play hinted at.

Notes: This request was supposed to come out ages ago, but I kinda got carried away with it for a while but don't worry, I shortened it, lol.

'Today is the day,' Peter thought, 'I'm gonna tell her.'

Peter paced back and forth in the hallway wearing his aunt's long frilly robe as Y/N reclined in his bedroom.

She had caught him off guard. He had just come back from a crime-fighting spree and was still in costume when Y/N burst in. With no other choice, Peter threw on the nearest clothing article, which just happened to be Aunt May's light pink robe.

He tried to explain that he just put it on for fun, an excuse that would typically work on her, but when Y/N furrowed her brow and said,

"That robe is salmon, and that's def' a summer/spring colour, but you have mega winter/fall undertones, and you know it. There’s nothing fun about unflattering colour combinations. Peter...are you like hiding something from me?"

He didn't know how to react, so he didn't. He stood there and stuttered till Y/N had walked into his room, most likely texting her friends about the situation.

He hated lying to her; she was already clueless about so much, but it was for her own good; she was known to talk without thinking much, and if she ever let it slip that she knew who Spiderman was, his enemies could hurt her.

But enough was enough. Lying to her was hurting her too.

Gathering his wits, he opened his bedroom door, ready to face Y/N.

She sat up on his bed and looked at him expectantly,

"Y/N, I have to tell you something..."

The girl suddenly began to bounce up and down, clapping ecstatically. "Omg! The big secret is coming out, this's just like that one episode of 'Love and HipHop Atlanta' where Erica told Safaree that she was like super preggo and then he literally drove off on a mini four-wheeler, which was like totes lame" Y/N watches a lot of mindless reality TV "Anyways, what were you saying?"

"It's just, I don't want you to think of me any differently after this"

"Babe, just spill already. The suspense is totally breaking me out, and I have an Insta shoot tomorrow."

Peter sighed, and with brief hesitation, he ripped open the bathrobe, exposing his spider-suit.

Y/N gasped "Are we like finally doing the Spiderman role play thing?" Instantly and without cause, Y/N begins to imitate a stereotypical damsel in distress "Oh, Spiderman won't you come save me from the evil men, please take me home and show me how that web-shooter of yours really works-"

"No! T-that's not what's going on, we're not doing that. This isn't just a costume; I'm Spiderman, Y/N, that's what I've been keeping from you, and I can't anymore because...I love you."

There's a brief moment of silence.

"Duhh," The girl chimes matter-of-factly.

"You knew I loved you?" He says softly

"No, I didn't know that part yet and ILYT BTW, Peter. I said, 'duhh' because I like already knew you were Spiderman."

Peter's eyes widen. "What?!"

"Spiderman has saved me like a dozen times and I’m doing this über exclusive perfume mixing class so I started like noticing scents and you two totally have the same smell," she explains.

Peter is horrified. "I have a smell?"

"Yeah,” she sang “You smell like 'teenaged boy who uses AXE body spray as a substitute for a social life,' with unique notes of A4 paper, freshly ironed clothes and strawberry shortcake frosting."

"That's...interesting, but why didn't you ever say anything about me being Spiderman?"

"Because I'm not supposed to say your secret out loud, obvi, that's what good super-hero girlfriends do; I read that on Pinterest."

Peter's heart warmed at that. He realized now that he never should have doubted Y/N.

The touching moment was cut short when Peter's bedroom door was swung open by his aunt.

The scene before her was of Y/N sitting on the bed with Peter standing in front of her, May's bathrobe held wide open and her nephew was seemingly showing off his 'web shooter' to his girlfriend.

"Peter!!!" She screamed.

[asterias-record-shop]

I realized I haven’t written any Bucky fics for this blog. Dads Best Friend! Bucky x Spoiled Rich Bimbo! Reader? Omg if I didn’t have a migraine rn I’d be going HAM

[jamesdeanbby]

Girl, I'm guilty for voting for trip Murphy 😔

But I only voted for him because lowkey he is an underrated character in my opinion and he is like at least one of my favorite characters Matt has played😭😭

────۶ৎ not dumb, just dreamy

or... what'd it be like to work as a secretary for the cockiest and smuggiest racer in the world.

warnings : reader is a bimbo!

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I FORGOT I HADN'T PUBLISHED THIS ONE.

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The sun dipped like molasses behind the glass panes of the Murphy Motors corporate building, slanting long, golden shadows over chrome and trophy cases. The office had mostly cleared out —everyone knew better than to stick around when Trip was in one of those moods.

Except for you. Of course.

You were still at your little desk, pink gel pen between your lips, chewing thoughtfully as you typed on the keyboard with your perfectly manicured nails, bubblegum pink. Your skirt rode a little higher every time you leaned forward to squint at the monitor, legs crossed and swinging in your heels like you didn’t have a care in the world.

Trip’s door had been slammed shut for hours. Inside, he’d been pacing like a caged animal, jaw tight, voice gravel-rough as he barked orders to his manager, publicist, agent—hell, even his pit crew over speakerphone.

All about her.

That girl. That Peyton chick. That car.

Trip couldn’t get her or that freak beetle out of his head. Every win they stacked felt like a crack in his legacy. A hairline fracture in the marble statue he'd carved of himself.

But then he opened his door.

And there you were.

Sitting in your spinny chair, humming under your breath, lashes fluttering, lip gloss too glossy for a Monday.

"Hey, Mr. Murphy," you chirped. You looked up at him like he’d walked straight out of a dream. “Do you want me to get your coffee now? I think I made it just the way you like it this time. Three sugars, right? Or was it four?”

God. You were so sweet he could taste it on his tongue and you hadn’t even touched him.

Trip leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes tracking you like a hawk. You didn’t notice the way his gaze dragged down your body—tight little blouse straining over your chest. You weren’t even trying. And that was what killed him.

“Four sugars,” he muttered, and his voice was lower than it needed to be. “Three if you’re tryin’ to make me hate it.”

“Oh no,” you giggled, hopping up from your chair. The skirt barely held on to decency. “I’ll fix it right away! sorry, Mr. Murphy.”

His jaw twitched.

“Don’t talk like that,” he growled.

“Huh?”

“That way. Like you’re dumb.” His boots sounded heavy on the office floor as he stalked toward you. “You’re not dumb. You’re just…” his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you, standing there all soft and sugar-sweet, holding his mug with two hands like you were afraid you’d drop it. “…a little dreamy. That’s all.”

You blinked up at him, lips parted, not understanding the way his tone darkened, thickened like molasses.

“I guess I am always in my head,” you said airily, tipping your head to the side, clueless as a dove. “But you always make me focus. I mean, you’re just sooo good at everything. My dad used to watch your races all the time. You were his favorite. I think you’re, like, the coolest guy ever.”

Trip’s breath caught.

He should’ve gone back in his office. He should’ve gotten in his car, gone home, screamed into the steering wheel. But instead, he leaned down—too close, really—and plucked the mug out of your hands, fingers brushing yours with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

“You always this sweet to your bosses, dollface?” he asked, voice like smoke and sin. “Or am I just lucky?”

You laughed, a little nervous, not realizing your body had leaned closer to his like instinct.

“Just you, Mr. Murphy,” you whispered. “I don’t think I’d like workin’ for anyone else. You’re really nice to me.”

Nice.

If only you knew how not nice he thought about being.

His gaze flicked down to your lips, then lower. He was too close. His scent was leather and fuel and something richer, heat and cologne and the metallic taste of dominance.

“Tell you what,” he murmured, lifting the mug to sip the too-sweet coffee, his eyes locked on you over the rim. “You stick around tonight. Help me go over some files. I’ll give you a little bonus. You earned it.”

Your eyes sparkled like you’d been offered the moon.

“Ohmygosh, really? You’d do that for me?”

He smirked.

“Baby, I’d do a lot for you.”

[kreepiebiimboo]

09 || 𝔄 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔫

<—𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱—> ɖıɬʑყ ɖɛ۷ıƖ

Main Pairings ~ Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x reader, Leviathan x reader, Satan x reader, Asmodeus x reader, Beelzebub x reader, Belphegor x reader Warnings ~ Cussing, explicit

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⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖

❝ Ooh, Kinky.. I’m just so.. intrigued ❞

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Beelzebub shakes his head. "...You know what? This isn't any of your business, human," His saddened look shifted back to blank, but I could still see it in his eyes. "I'm leaving. I've already eaten everything there was in the refrigerator, now anyways."

Beelzebub walks out of the kitchen with a small smile on his face. I guess he is thinking about food. Mc and I watched Beelzebub walk out. I set them down on the table while I just lean on it.

"Ughhh, this is ruining my beauty by staying up—" Before I could finish my thought, I heard a whisper.

"...pssst...Hey!" Pausing, I rapidly turn my head around.

"Is that you, God...?" Holy shit, I really did die!

"Seriously? No over here! Look!" Looking at the back wall, in the left corner was...Leviathan?

"What are you hiding over there?" Leviathan walks out from the hidden corner, with a very grumpy look, back as hunched as ever.

"What do you think? Beel was just in here! I can't have him finding me with you, now, can I?!" Rolling my eyes, I lean back on the table.

"Ok, like come on, I'm that bad to the point you are literally hiding?" Leviathan just grunts in disapproval.

"Wait, don't tell me you mentioned that you were meeting me here?!" His face turned anxiously angry.

Oh shit..Now here's the thing. Should I lie or should I tell the truth..

I told the truth, "Well, yeah, he asked what we were doing here, why would I lie?" Softly chuckling, Leviathan's face turned to anger quickly, getting extremely close.

"Geez, babes..spac–"

"Noooooooo! No no no NO NO! This is AWFUL! Why did you have to tell him?!" He freaks out, grabbing my shoulder and aggressively shaking me. "WHY?! You idiot! You dunce! You...you normie! You dunderhead normie!" Spitting out insults like they were slurs!

Tears break my eyes, and I shove Levitan back. "Because I have no reason why you think just because you're a shit head loser of a demon you can talk to me that way..!" He ignores me before continuing to ramble on about him being 'perceived' by others.

He takes a breath. I wipe my tears and pick up Mc, snuggling him in my arms.

"At least it was only Beel." He turns his head to the side before mumbling. "He doesn't really care what other people do. So he probably won't go blabbing about it to everyone. That's the one saving grace here. It could be worse, though!" He continues just rambling on like I don't care.

He slammed his hands on his face and swung himself around. "GAAAAAAAAHHH, if that's what people end up saying, my life is over! OVER!" He continued moaning and groaning around. Throwing around a few more insults towards me and the entire human race. I just sighed really loudly.

"Can we just, I don't fucking know, get on with this damn plan?" My patience has already thinned, and I'm ridiculously tired.

He just rolled his eyes; his attitude isn't as cute as his face. "Right..So, it's really true, right? Lucifer definitely used the word 'Frozen'." At least everything is back on track. I just nodded.

Leviathan turned towards the fridge, "In that case, it could only be hidden in here." He opened the freezer door.

Holy shit..." wait, it's in the freezer?" I did not put that together.

"Hmm.." Leviathan's face turns slightly worried as he digs in the fridge. The sound of the eyes scratching the side sent uncomfortable shivers throughout my body. I look down to see Mc covering their ears. I held them tightly until Leviathan was done.

Leviathan goes back to mumbling under his breath. "All I see is a bunch of ice inside..oh wait, look! It's the ice cream Satan hid from Beel a century ago. I totally forgot about that. Heh, I'm not gonna tell him, though. It'd spoil the joke. He'll probably figure it out in another 200 years or so, I'd say."

Geez, these motherfuckers are old. Leviathan continues to scurry around in the freezer.

"...wait a second...There's something else there behind the ice." Leviathan reaches his hand all the way into the back of the freezer. Having his whole arm fully absorbed by the ice. He sees Mammon's credit card.

Leviathan pulls it out of the freezer. "Found it! Lucifer wasn't lying. It really IS frozen!" he yells out. I started doing smaller jumps, and Mc waved their arms around.

"Yes! Fucking finally!" We can hurry up and finish this damn plan

As he fully takes the card out of the freezer, it steps back a little. "Ugh, it's super heavy! And big too!

"Don't we need to thaw it or something?" Mc points out. I set them down on the table and walk up to Leviathan.

"Oh shit, you're right!" Taking the giant credit card ice block, I put it in the microwave on the counter. "How long should I do it?" I turn my head back towards Leviathan and Mc.

"Uhh, I guess about two minutes on auto should do the trick," Leviathan replied.

I nodded my head, closing the microwave door, then hit the start button. Loud heavy footsteps walk into the kitchen. We all turned to the entrance to see...Mammmon himself!

He yawns, "What's with all the racket, you three? .... HEY! Wait a minute! There in the microwave. Mammon pushes me and Levithan as he runs up to the microwave.

A huge grin appears on Mammon's face, "That looks like goldie, my credit card! My baby! The one thing more important to me than life itself!" He yells out.

As I move towards the side more to get out of his way, especially since he's yelling. "Geez, he truly does love this thing.." Mammon snaps his head towards us.

"Get it outta there before the microwave demagnetizes it and makes it useless!" He points towards the microwave he's already standing in front of, but oh well.

I walk up to the microwave as Leviathan starts talking.

"Oooh, didn't think of that. Human, you better stop the defrosting cycle, I guess!" I hurry up to open the microwave door before we break anything.

Mammon quickly faced Leviathan, "Levi, you idiot! How could you do somethin' so stupid?!" I guess throwing insults at each other is a family thing. Mammon continues. "You're dumb as a stump, ya know that?!" Mammon aggressively points his finger at Leviathan.

But Leviathan didn't get upset or anything; he actually has a smug smile on his face.

"Hmmm, are you SURE you should be talking to me like that, Mammon? After all, I'm the one who found the credit card Lucifer took from you." Since both Leviathan and I are closer to the microwave, Mammon can't really get it...wait

"HEY! WE helped you!" Snapping my head towards Leviathan, gesturing between Mc and me, all he did was roll his eyes and focus back on Mammon. Which I guess got his attention.

Mammon's eyes filled with slight worry. Leviathan just continued teasing him. "So, do you want me to give you your card back?" This is so interesting to watch. I can tell Mc is quite interested as well.

"You'd BETTER!... Um, I mean yes, please. Please give it back, leviathan sir...!" Mammon quickly switched from annoying older brother to a beggar real quick, dropping to his knees.

"Ooh, kinky.." I'm just so.. intrigued.

Levi turned away slightly with pure disgust. "Oh wow, this is embarrassing! I can't believe that's all it took for you to abandon your pride! You even go down on your knees! You're one of the seven rulers of Devildom, Mammon. Shouldn't you be ashamed of yourself? You too.. Freak ass human.." He shook his body.

"Well, whatever..okay then, if you want your card back, you've got to give me back the Seraphina figure you won at the convenience store." Mammon just stares back with a blank, confused look.

"The sera..what now? What're ya talking about? I don't remember winnin' anything."

Leviathan jumps back in shock."I don't believe this! You forgot that you even have her! How could you?!"

Mammon rolls his eyes, "Ugh, c'mon, enough! Whatever you want, I'll give it to ya! Just give me back my credit card!" I turned to Leviathan, and his smile grew larger than earlier.

"All right, but there's one more condition: I want you to make a pact with this human!" Mammon smiles with glee.

"Right, a pact, fine. I'm more than happy to do whatever you..." For a second, it sounded like Mammon truly was gonna agree. Then, "...wait, WHAT?! Why do ya want ME to make a pact?!" Concern actually washes over his face.

"I was waiting for that reaction," Mc says over at the table.

Levithan and Mammon talk back and forth over the pact idea. Mc and I just watched from afar. I blank out, cause this no longer intrigues me.

"...Game over, I win!" Leviathan cheered loudly, and Mammon just slumped back and rolled his eyes.

"Pff, I don't believe this. It's just money, Levi, I can't believe you'd go through all this trouble!'

"Excuse me? Remind me again which one of us tossed aside what little pride he had left, all to get his hands on a credit card?" Leviathan continues teasing his older brother.

"Hey, you shut up! And you, human!" My head snaps up at the mention of me. Do they know I have a name? "What're ya thinking, letting Levi use you like this? Are you stupid? Go on, say something!"

You know what, "look, I'm getting tired and I lowkey am bored." I walk up to Mammon and jab my pointer finger into his chest. "Make a pact with me, Mammon." Mammon laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

"UH-UH, NO WAY! NOT INTERESTED! I am the great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, one of the seven rulers of the Devildom! Fool...do you actually think I'd let some human be the boss of me?" Before I could respond, Leviathan started to laugh.

Looking back, I see he has a grin on his face, "Oh Luuuucifeeeerr! Mammon's unfreezing his credit caaaaard!" He sings out, which, luckily for us, Mammon fell right into the trap.

Mammon gave a wary laugh, "I mean, of course, I'll make a pact with you, human! I'd be thrilled to!" After those words, everything shifted.

My body begins glowing, slightly floating off the ground, and a bright light shines through the whole kitchen. My body turns numb, into a TV static feeling. But it was over just as quickly as it started. Floating back to the ground, I look around at my body, and nothing looks different nor feels any different. I just shrug, but I guess I have a pact with Mammon now.

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End of Chapter 9: Lesson 2, Ep 8

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[asterias-record-shop]

I'm sorry but can i ask what Bimbo from the bingo list is?😭🫶🏼

Hi honey!! But anyways, a Bimbo is a term reclaimed by the girlies!! It used to be derogatory, but again, we reclaimed it 😎

A ‘Bimbo’ in fanfic terms basically lets the reader know you are depicted as a girl who loves makeup, wears girly and exposing clothing, and kind of naive, oblivious, and an airhead? Like a stereotypical girly girl?

I hope I explained it right!