#Frankie Bergstein

[gaygnocchi]

frankie bergstein as the high priestess

[tvmilfs]

[cecinestpasunblog]

Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits) and see which your followers like the most!

I am tagging @pog-mo-bhlog @billpottsismygf @theheirofhades (no pressure, I just thought it'd be fun!)

[gayelderstourney]

OLD WOMAN YURI BRACKET ROUND 3

Propaganda:

Grace Hanson/Frankie Bergstein:

Close friends for decades their husbands were partners at the same law firm and their families were very close. Then one day after their husbands retired they were told that their husbands were actually gay and had been secretly dating for decades. In the ensuing breakups grace and Frankie moved in together to support eachother as the only other person who could understand what they were going through. Very opposites attract they have very different outlooks and attitudes but they care for eachother a lot and fight for eachother in everything. They even go into business together

those old ladies FUCK

Dude ur gonna tell me they don't love eachother?? They're in love.

Red/Blue:

a love story of two time travelers on opposite sides of a war who leave love letters to each other over millennia. their time traveling shenanigans intertwine their very long-lived lives in unexpected ways

[emmynominees]

lily tomlin as frankie bergstein in season one of grace and frankie

primetime emmy award nominee for outstanding lead actress in a comedy series

[warningsine]

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Grace and Frankie

Sample Size: 462 stories

Source: AO3

[just-a-fangirl7]

If I had a nickel for everytime I ended up loving a TV show about 2 older women becoming best friends and living together, one a blonde and the other a brunette, who get into a few big fights throughout the series but would ultimately do anything for each other-- I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[doyouknowthisjewishcharacter]

Do you know this Jewish character?

[merylstreepsworld]

The Ménage à Moi

Warning: Sex

Pairing: Frankie Bergstein x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie is ecstatic to show off her newest project to her girlfriend.

Word count: 1,286

Authors note: Since this is my first Frankie fic, I figured why not just start off with a bang! Hope you enjoy~ ♡

On an ordinary day, Frankie, your affectionate girlfriend, and her dear friend Grace found themselves in the heart of their beach house, the dining room. Anticipation hung in the air as they eagerly awaited the arrival of a long-anticipated package, a subject Frankie had passionately shared with you. In animated detail, she had recounted her days spent with Grace, providing a vivid narrative of their shared experiences and collaborative brainstorming sessions.

As the two women waited with bated breath for any update on the much-anticipated delivery, you found solace and inspiration in the artistic haven of the studio. Immersed in the strokes of creativity, you painted away, engrossed in a captivating art project.

"[Your name]! [Your name]! The Ménage à Moi has arrived!" Frankie's exuberant voice echoes through the art studio, breaking the serene atmosphere. Startled, you turn to face your ecstatic girlfriend, who enters the room with infectious joy, cradling a sizable vibrator in her hands.

"Congratulations, darling!" you exclaim, rising from your stool and extending your arms for an embrace. However, Frankie, in her sheer excitement, bypasses the hug altogether, grabbing your hand and guiding you towards the bedroom. "We've got to try this thing out right now!" she insists, her enthusiasm palpable.

In the bedroom, she directs you onto the bed, gently pushing you back onto the plush comforter. Chuckling at her eagerness, you prop yourself up on your elbows. In a whirlwind of excitement, your heart races as clothes are hastily discarded, creating a frenzied atmosphere. Frankie, always a master of sensuality, takes pride in the creation, and it's evident in the eagerness with which she now wants to share it with you. Frankie wastes no time, climbing on top of you and straddling your hips.

Biting your lower lip at the sight, you playfully question, "Really? Now?" Her response is immediate and resolute. "Absolutely now!" she declares, leaving no room for hesitation. You chuckle and shrug, surrendering to her enthusiasm. "Whatever madame wants," you tease, ready to indulge in the excitement of the moment.

Leaning down, she places tender kisses on your lips before trailing a path down your cheek, jawline, neck, and stomach. Her journey continues over the tops of your thighs, each touch leaving you breathless.

Frankie's slow and deliberate approach has always been enough to ignite your desires, and right now, you're already on the brink of ecstasy. Suppressing moans, you close your eyes, trying to relax. The anticipation builds as she whispers in your ear, "Are you ready, my goddess?" Your response is a whimper and a nod, unable to form coherent words in the face of such anticipation. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as the hum of the vibrator fills the air, causing your heart to race even faster.

"Good girl," Frankie purrs, her satisfaction evident even without you seeing her expression. Frankie, relishing in the anticipation, teases you by running the vibrator up and down the tops of your thighs, drawing out the delicious torture.

Unable to endure much more, you growl through gritted teeth, "Ooh, good god, you're such a tease!" Feeling the vibrations intensify along the inside of your thigh has you squirming. Frankie, sassy yet loving, retorts, "But you love me!" Before you can respond with a witty remark, she takes the plunge.

The moment the vibrator reaches that perfect spot, you're transported to another realm. Your world explodes into a symphony of sensations. Stars dance before your eyes as Frankie skillfully maneuvers the device, coaxing sounds from you that only she has the ability to elicit. In the symphony of pleasure, you find yourself screaming in ecstasy, completely under Frankie's expert and loving control.

Your body is swiftly engulfed in waves of pure ecstasy. Your back arches involuntarily, fingers gripping the sheets tightly into fists, and your mouth hangs open, allowing uninhibited moans to escape freely. It becomes evident that this particular device is introducing an entirely new dimension to your intimate escapades.

"Doesn't that feel good, baby? You like that?" Frankie's voice, sensual and deep, breaks through the haze of pleasure. Typically, you would offer some form of response, whether a nod or a grunt, but in this heightened state, all coherent thoughts escape you. Instinctively, you reach for the back of her neck with one hand, guiding her face to the side of your head, her mouth near your ear. Your mind is a blank canvas, incapable of processing anything beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

The pleasure intensifies, the rhythmic hum of the vibrator now accompanied by the sound of your quickening heartbeat. Frankie's whispers cut through, urging you to let go. "Come on, baby, just let go for me. I want you to come," she encourages, her words adding to the already intoxicating experience. A whimper escapes your lips as a growing, tightening sensation builds in your stomach, and Frankie peppers kisses along the side of your neck. Your breathing transforms from deep inhales to short, ragged bursts, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by Frankie's skilled command over the device.

Frankie's unwavering rhythm, her intuitive understanding of your desires, pushes you closer and closer. You teeter on the edge, feeling the climax approach with each consistent movement Frankie expertly delivers. Then, with one final, perfectly timed movement, you surrender to the overwhelming sensation, crying out as your body convulses in ecstasy. Through the haze of pleasure, you hear Frankie's voice, dripping with pride. "Good girl... you did so well," she whispers, her words wrapping around you like a warm embrace, confirming her satisfaction and your accomplishment in equal measure.

With your eyes gently closed, a profound sense of exhaustion envelops you. The rhythmic hum of the vibrator ceases, leaving you with lips parted and breath ragged. The aftermath of the experience is a testament to its intensity, a sensation unlike anything you've ever felt. Though you yearn to express your thoughts to Frankie, to shower her with congratulations for this extraordinary success, your body remains unresponsive.

The bed shifts as Frankie settles down beside you, lying on her side. Her hand glides tenderly across your naked body, tracing invisible patterns along the smooth expanse of your stomach. Gradually mustering enough strength, you turn your head to face her, opening your eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of her breathtaking visage. With her head propped up in her hand, she gazes down at you, and as you muster the courage to speak, your voice cracks slightly, prompting a blush to color your cheeks.

"Congratulations," you manage to utter after a few minutes, your voice a mix of awe and appreciation. Frankie, however, responds with warmth and admiration, praising your performance. "Thank you for letting me test it out on you. You did so well, my darling girl." Her words send your heart soaring, and you bite your lower lip, attempting to contain the radiant smile that threatens to break through. "Anytime," you reply, managing another smile before closing your eyes once more.

"Oh... but I'm so using that on you next time," you whisper breathlessly, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you conjure vivid images of how you'll captivate the older woman with the same electrifying device. The air is thick with the lingering echoes of pleasure, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation.

"I'll be waiting," she coos back, her voice dripping with a subtle combination of allure and a smirk that hints at the playful reciprocity to come. Frankie's hand continues its gentle exploration, trailing up to your cheek. Her touch is delicate, caressing the flushed skin with tenderness. "I know that took a lot out of you, so just rest now, honey," she whispers, her words as sweet and caring as her actions. The lingering kiss she places on your forehead serves as the perfect conclusion, melting your heart as her voice and touch become the last sensations to register in your mind.

As you drift off into a peaceful slumber, you find solace in the arms of the modest and perfect woman you know, content in the afterglow of an intimate and unforgettable experience.

[classicsapphicships]

[benschiff]

my favorite tv jews 1. grace adler (will&grace) 2. fran fine (the nanny) 3. winston saint-marie "schmidt" schmidt (new girl) 4. beverly goldberg (the goldbergs) 5. geoffrey "geoff" schwartz (the goldbergs) 6. frankie bergstein (grace and frankie) 7. howard wolowitz (the big bang theory) 8. barry goldberg (the goldbergs) 9. sheila silver (call me kat) 10. albert "pops" solomon (the goldbergs) 11. adam f. goldberg (the goldbergs) 12. murray goldberg (the goldbergs) 13. erica goldberg (the goldbergs) 14. katherine "kat" silver (call me kat) 15. chelsea daniels & levi grayson (that's so raven/raven's home) 16. sol bergstein (grace and frankie)

[thebiglesbian]

By the way y’all, I adopted this cute little bean.

Her name is Frankie. 🐾💕

[strudel-noir]

Back re-watching Grace and Frankie and my total gay panic whenever canon lesbian Grace Hanson literally does anything✨️

[gayelderstourney]

OLD WOMAN YURI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

Grace Hanson/Frankie Bergstein:

Close friends for decades their husbands were partners at the same law firm and their families were very close. Then one day after their husbands retired they were told that their husbands were actually gay and had been secretly dating for decades. In the ensuing breakups grace and Frankie moved in together to support eachother as the only other person who could understand what they were going through. Very opposites attract they have very different outlooks and attitudes but they care for eachother a lot and fight for eachother in everything. They even go into business together

those old ladies FUCK

Dude ur gonna tell me they don't love eachother?? They're in love.

Gertrude Robinson/Agnes Montague:

They are canonically soulmates thanks to a ritual Gertrude preformed to stop Agnes from causing the apocalypse. They both love arson (chaos granny’s for the win) . There’s this scene where someone points out Gertrude’s arsonistic tendencies and she unprompted just goes “remind me to tell you about Agnes sometime” in the most fondest tone EVER. And Agnes calls Gertrude her anchor. They’re very important to me

According to canon, they only physically met once. The canon is dumb and wrong They're bound together by a literal string of fate. One that prevents Agnes from fullfilling her destiny as the literal antichrist. She's probably grateful for it, she never asked to be born as the chosen one of the Cult of Lightless Flame. She can never have a normal life or touch another person without hurting her. Gertrude is a mortal human being and stubbornly remains so, even though she's so deeply tangled in the affairs of all the different eldritch fear entities. Yet she was able to save Agnes from her destiny by binding their fates together. I think they're both deeply lonely people, and there's so many narrative parallels between them. They orbit each other like twin stars. You can't tell me there's not something poetically homoerotic about them. This is yuri

[loubagoob]

I have a hankering for some mature love fanfiction, i.e.: Ted/Rebecca, Gerri Kellman/Roman Roy, Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay, Grace/Frankie, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Abbey Bartlett/Jed Bartlett, Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe, Sharon Raydor/Andy Flynn, Zelda Spellman/Lilith, Ice/Maverick, Emily Gilmore/Richard Gilmore, Melinda May/Phil Coulson...

What are everyone’s favorite mature ships???