#Dianna Agron

[tisdalejunior]

DIANNA AGRON attending the “Nina Ricci Womenswear Fall/Winder 2025/2026” as part of Paris Fashion Week in Paris, France (March 07, 2025)

[emziess]

Dianna Agron as Catherine Doctor Odyssey, S01E14

[diannaagronsourcee]

[youwantedadog]

Dianna Agron as Catherine in "Doctor Odyssey" Hot Tub Week (2025)

[iammakingwaffles]

We are getting fed today 😭🤗

[ghost-of-an-artist-pp]

EXACTLYYYY (og tweet)

[yameoto]

and christ, forgive these bones i’ve been hiding

[artificialroux]

adult melissa.

[antlersaint]

QUINN FABRAY P.LINKS

♡ her humping your thigh

♡ grinding against each other

♡ relieving her stress

♡ fucking her with your strap

♡ tribbing

♡ taking her strap

♡ more grinding + sucking on her tits

[oscarhmtech]

Dianna Agron

[tisdalejunior]

DIANNA AGRON as Catherine in the series Doctor Odyssey (S1E14) (2025)

[forsapphics]

Dianna Agron as Quinn Fabray in season 3 of Glee (2009 - 2015)

[throwbackgaylor]

june 11, 2011 | thirteen years ago

while performing ‘born this way’ at glee live in toronto, dianna agron switched out her regular shirt for one that read, “LIKES GIRLS”

[kswhateverspace]

Lea and Dianna in 2025???? Achele in 2025????????????

Update: Dianna needed her B&W

[iammakingwaffles]

Not achele in the year 2025 😭 lil glee reunion to start the day

[willowcried]

hey hey heyyy what about quinn fabray teaching shy reader’s first time? for context reader is such an awkward loser and we all know that quinn is one of the popular girlies, and she’s their first girlfriend ever and they haven’t gone any far other than missing but reader just wants to please her

-🪴

Power bottom Quinn Fabray believers RISE

like, you’re so eager to make quinn feel good, but also so shy about actually making a move. you get red just thinking about touching her like that—she HAS to do something about that

curled up in your bed, kissing lazily, and hands resting just above her waist, quinn smirks against your lips and whispers, “you can touch me, you know.”

you freeze, turning bright red. “i know.” you whisper, wanting to sound sure but your hands still don’t move.

she pulls back slightly, taking in the adorable sight of you looking completely lost, pupils blown, mouth a little swollen, hair messy from her fingers. she brushes her thumb against your jaw, tilting her head. “baby, are you nervous?”

you shake your head too quick. too defensive. quinn raises an eyebrow, and you immediately cave, “fine, yes. maybe. but can you blame me? i just want make you feel good.”

her breath catches for a moment as she watches you, really takes you in—the nerves, the almost desperate need in your eyes. you, who always get so shy when things get too intense, who always panic and pull back before it goes too far. and yet, here you are, saying you want to take care of her.

and oh, that just makes quinn’s heart melt. “aww, you pretty thing,” she coos, fingers slipping into your hair, nails scraping lightly against your scalp. “want to please me?”

you swallow, nodding. “yeah.” a shy chuckle leaves your lips.

quinn looks down at you with something between amusement and hunger, tilting her chin as you press your lips to hers again—tentative at first, but deepening quickly when she pulls you closer. she kisses you until your thoughts blur and your hands finally settle on her thighs, fingers ghosting under her skirt.

she sighs into your mouth and your heartbeat skyrockets. “thaaat’s it. like you when you get handsy.” she praises, shifting her arms over your shoulders to your wrist, sliding it further and you just— “holy shit.”

because you can feel the dampness that stains your index and middle finger, even through the lace of her panties. the realization makes you freeze, lips parting in stunned silence. you up at her, wide-eyed, almost like you’re asking.

am i imagining this?

“you did that,” she murmurs, quick to reassure you, rolling her hips ever so slightly against your fingers, her voice is warm and breathy before her hands on your neck pull you into another, sloppy kiss.

and then there’s her breathing. a little messier now due to your hands, slowly rubbing up and down. losing focus just from the way your hands move, she lets out this tiny sound when your other hand squeezes her thigh, and oh—yeah. yeah.

she never sounds like that. she’s always composed, but now she’s melting against you, hips shifting into your touch, exhaling shaky little breaths that make your stomach flip.

she pulls back when she sees how overwhelmed you are “switch with me, baby.”

and before you know it, she’s on her back, pulling you down between her legs, voice smooth as honey as she instructs you.

“start with my neck,” she murmurs, fingers threading through your hair. “kiss me. and don’t be shy.”

she wants you to be nervous. she wants you to hesitate, to stutter, because the idea of you being so eager to please her, while having no clue what you’re doing, makes her incredibly wet.

and when she finally guides your mouth lower, she makes sure you listen. she tells you exactly how to move, what to do with your tongue, praises you when you do something right, and sighs, “don’t stop, doll.” when you finally start to get the rhythm.

because she knows you’re a fast learner. and once you start figuring out what makes her moan? oh, your jaw’s gonna be sore tomorrow.