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Here we go again, lesbians

Glinda x fem!reader — Pink pony club - Wanna be a good girl?

Warnings: Glinda dom, smut, light BDSM, good girl praise kink. Mdni

You were at the craziest party ever. Glinda and you decided to hit up an LGBT nightclub, far from the university, the city, and everyone you know. It was an adventure, just the two of you, having fun in the middle of all the chaos. The club had a country vibe, so you both went all-out cowgirl style, but with your own twist — super pink and sparkling with rhinestones.

“Can we go on the mechanical bull, my princess?” Glinda says, slurring her words, holding a glass of tequila in her hand. The music is so loud, it barely reaches your ears.

“Glinda, I think you’re in no condition for this.” You laugh, eyeing her tipsy state.

“Hey! You’re drunk too. Stop judging me and let’s have fun.” Glinda tosses a shot of tequila into your mouth, but ends up spilling most of it on your boobs. She sets the glass on the bar and pulls you toward the bull.

You weren’t expecting this, but Glinda wanted you to experience it together. She climbs up first, then helps you up, sitting you with your back to hers. The entire club is buzzing with excitement, so you know you’re in for a show. The music is pounding, the atmosphere electric, and the drinks are starting to take hold.

You lean forward on the mechanical bull, arching your back until your chest presses against it, hips lifted high. Glinda catches the vibe and mirrors your move, grinding her body against your hips to the beat of the music, twirling her hat like a cowboy. You two have every eye on you.

You turn your body and lock eyes with Glinda, her beautiful face only inches away while the middle of your legs stays pressed together. Her hands wander from your belly to your tits, squeezing them gently. You both lose track of everything around you. Glinda’s body leans forward, and though you’re too unstable to kiss, you exchange the naughtiest grin as you get closer.

Then you snap back to reality, hearing the crowd chant, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Your body shifts, and you kiss her with everything you have, laughing slowly at how drunk and daring you both are. The bull finally stops, and you both get off, drenched in sweat — in the most sinful way possible. It’s wonderful, but the night is just getting started.

Glinda pulls you into the bathroom. You guide her into the stall and start unbuttoning your top, but she stops you.

“If you want to get what you want, you have to stay quiet.”

“In a club? Seriously? Not even a whimper?” Your eyes shine with a pleading look.

“Not even a whimper, sweetie. Will you be a good girl for me?”

She can put you in your place with just one word — your body always melts when good girl leaves her mouth, and she knows it. She takes off your cowgirl top, presses her face between your tits, and squeezes them with both hands, staring right into your eyes. This is the most unfair kind of tease this blonde has ever pulled.

She wraps her lips around your tits — and if you think Glinda’s naturally a performer, you haven’t seen her drunk. She sucks, then pulls back slowly, a thin line of drool slipping down as you tremble beneath her.

She smirks between them, wearing that wicked smile she saves for when she wants to see you fall to your knees.

Glinda turns your body and places your face against the wall, your ass sticking out toward it. She fits from behind and caresses your tits with her hands.

“Sweetie, don’t you want to be hurt just a little?”

Glinda pulls the whip and rope from the belt loop of her shorts. She ties your hands behind your back, then slides her hand to your zipper and pulls your shorts down.

“I know you like it when I’m gentle… but don’t you love it more when I’m rough?”

She cracks the whip across your ass — sharp and sudden — and you let out an involuntary moan, helpless with your hands bound.

“I thought you’d be a good girl for me and not make noise. People can hear you, and I’d hate for them to hear you like that,” Glinda whispers close to your ear. She squeezes and drags her nails across your red, bruised ass — she wants to know how much more you can take without begging.

You resist, because you love the way she hits you. Each slap makes your pussy wetter, a steady rhythm that has everything overflowing, dripping down between your thighs.

“My God, I think you liked that too much.”

Glinda unties your arms, turns your body to face her, and stares at the mess you’ve become. She adores the power she holds over you — and how that power gives you control over her in return.

“Now… do you really want to be a good girl for me?Tell me to kneel.”

You don’t say a word — you just point downward.

Glinda drops to her knees like a begging puppy.

You run your fingers through her soft blonde hair, stroking it gently. You pause, just to make her crave it more — and it works. Glinda sticks out her tongue, licking your pussy while locking eyes with you, silently begging for more.

Your hands push her deeper between your legs. You involuntarily press her face into your thighs, pushing deeper, making her reach places you didn’t even know were possible. She adds two fingers, like even that might not be enough, and it feels like heaven itself. Finally, you can moan freely — her tongue and fingers are the one rhythm you’d never be able to silence your screams to.

You come in her mouth, completely undone, your whole body peaking with the energy it had been building up all night.

“Someone’s going to have to clean up this mess.” She licks her lips and grins mischievously.

“Looks like it won’t be me” you laugh, slipping your clothes back on.

Glinda kisses you softly. “You know nights with you are the best, right?”

“I know. And I also know we still have to go home and finish the elemental magic project for class.”

Glinda gasps, fully horrified as the memory hits her — and complains the entire way back for letting you drag her to the club.

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the assembly I made to stick on my wall

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Lesbiana Grande omg

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Hailee Steinfeld at the European Premiere of ‘SINNERS’.

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"You want some?"

HAILEE STEINFELD as MARY in SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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Im kinda obsessed with glinda later and i dont find a lot of glinda x fem!reader contents so… ima do myself

Glinda x fem!reader — bows look good on you

Warnings: smut, wlw, magic bdsm, bondage, glinda dom but in her cute way, glinda can do magic naturally here, MDNI

You both arrived from the masquerade ball in the Emerald City. Your dresses were a complete dream: Yours, wine red, matching your pearly accessories, and she in a velvety pink dress, matching her pink feather mask. You opened the bedroom door and you poured out your mask and placed it on the table.

"You looked very beautiful tonight." Glinda pushes the door with her back and looks at you through the mask, her eyes shining.

"Thank you, sweetie, you know you looked beautiful too." You turn to her and lean against the table. "So... why did you ask to leave early? Were you not enjoying it or-"

Glinda places her lips against yours and holds your waist, not giving you a chance to finish speaking. "Does that answer your question?"

Your face flushes and you smirk. "I guess that answers it." You take her to bed and make her get on top of you, her beautiful blonde hair falls over you, she tucks it behind her ear and kisses you with desire, your mouths are hot enough to understand that she has been waiting for this all night.

Glinda takes off her mask and her dress with grace, which shows off breathtaking pink lingerie, your eyes don't know where to focus and your cheeks burn. She moves towards your neck, kisses you as if it were an act of adoration, and leaves marks on you as if it were worth her life. Your mind goes blank, your body heats up, you moan while she puts your hands above your head and you hear her whisper words on your neck. You feel your hands being tied, a red satin bow, it doesn't hurt you but it's strong enough that you can't let go.

"Glinda, what are you doing?" You moan almost unable to continue speaking as she moves down to your breasts. "Don't you like them, my princess? They're red, made for you." Glinda knows exactly what to do, she is skilled with words, skilled in what to say to you and very skilled with her tongue.

Glinda makes sure that your expensive dress and your panties is removed with care, and that you are also taken care of in the process, because you are the most rare and precious thing to her.

Your whole body is exposed now. Glinda kisses you from your breasts to your belly, caressing your waist, whispering and mentalizing some other spells. Red satin bows appear, squeezing your breasts, circling your thighs and below your butt, wrapping around your waist, and finally, a big bow between your legs. The satin is soft and delicate, while at the same time making it feel like 100 hands are squeezing you at once, in the best way possible.

You look like a giant Christmas present made for Glinda to open. It should have been a little disconcerting, but with her, it was simply too exciting to deny.

"You were beautiful in a dress, but I think you look 10 times better without it." Glinda looks at you as if she were looking at a painting, as if you were one of her great works. Your body is on fire, you're totally tied up, being appreciated by the hottest girl in the university and in the world. You're so horny you want to close your legs and rub them, but involuntarily they remain open because of her.

Glinda puts her head between your legs and gently kisses your thighs, appreciating the way the ties fit you so perfectly. "Can I mark you?" It's impossible to say no to those cute and thirsty eyes at the same time, you shake your head almost begging Glinda to do much more than that.

Your thighs are marked with red when she lowers her head to your most sensitive place. Your clit is throbbing faster than a time bomb, you're wetter than the sea and God knows how much you want to put your hand in her soft hair and help her suck you.

"You need to beg" Glinda says and your mind goes into overdrive, you beg with your eyes, body and voice. "Fuck me, I beg you, please”

Glinda unties the ribbon with her teeth, but in return you feel a shiver down your spine, you feel how much the ribbon was holding you and making you wetter and more excited, she thinks about everything and every action is done to satisfy you.

She sucks your clit, your hips involuntarily move against her mouth, each time she licks it seems to be 10 times more effective than normal, the ribbon coming undone transforms into a sensory spell. The gods know what this blonde did, but it was working, and very much so, desperation hit, her tongue went and you felt like you were about to see heaven every time.

"Glinda.. I'm going to..." It was your last breath before you melted in her mouth, you seemed to have had a rush of pleasure, your chest rose up and down finding a place to breathe.

Glinda pulled you in for a kiss and the ties came undone, leaving no marks (except the hickeys). Glinda fell tiredly on your side of the bed after the kiss. "I'm the one who's tested to the limit and you're the one who gets tired, sweetie?"

"Doing magic during sex is much more tiring than I thought." Glinda sighs like a war survivor.

"So there won't be any more times?" You make a puppy-dog face.

"Oh, there will be many more times, my dear!" Glinda stands up and feels challenged to repeat this for many, many more nights.