#grace hanson.

[tvmilfs]

[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

[warningsine]

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Grace and Frankie

Sample Size: 462 stories

Source: AO3

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

something i love a lot about grace hanson is that she is such a beyond-perfect lesbian character that it couldn't even be written on purpose. she transcends that. human brains couldn't plan grace hanson and they can't control her either. she is alive and irrepressible no matter how hard she tries. no matter how hard the writers try! and they both try really hard.

[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.

[theblob1958]

"the real me, the me i am with you" and what me is that grace? what me is that which you lose when you are in a relationship with a man? what do you mean the real you is when you're with frankie and not the man you supposedly loved and married? what is the real you that only frankie brings out, that makes you feel comfortable, that you learn to accept and love? say it with me, grace, it starts with an L

[filmtribv]

We’re gonna get you through this. GRACE & FRANKIE: PILOT

[aaandbackstabbed]

Noticing a pattern amongst my favourite characters where they adopt one specific trait in order to survive ‘the horrors’ and then once they’ve made it through said horrors they hold on to that trait as if its their only life line because as far as they’re concerned it was their only life line however what they don’t fully realise is it’s actually hindering them and they’re relationships then I need the internal battle between instinct and growth. So now there’s a choice between letting go and thriving or being stubborn and continuing they’re destructive ways. They’re choice makes no difference to me I just need them to struggle with their survival/coping mechanism.

This says absolutely nothing about my mental state or my childhood.

[the-fandom-abyss]

Office Hours

Brianna Hanson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut ☆

Word Count: 1,811 words

Warnings: 18+ public sex, fingering (R receiving), praise, slight degradation??

When Brianna's assistant had mentioned that she demanded your presence, it had you highly concerned. She was not the type to invite others into her office unless they were there to be fired. With all your luck, you hoped that this was not the truth for you. All you wanted was her attention, maybe you went about it the wrong way. "You called for me" your voice rang through the spacious office, Brianna currently focusing on the new report that needed to be filed. Without a glance, she had given her first order.

"Lock the door" there was no point in locking the door, as the surrounding wall was pure glass. It was to set your nerves at ease, even though the entire office could still see the next scene unfold.

Timid steps were taken towards the desk on the other end of the office. The sound of the keyboard clicked in time with your heels, before coming to a halt just in front of her desk. "What do you need?" Hands subconsciously pulled at your chosen outfit, smoothing out the creases. A tight shirt hugged your features with a plunger neckline that showed the perfect amount of cleavage. Lower down was a skirt that barely meets dress code as it comfortably sits just below your ass. Was it work appropriate? Not in the slightest. Did you only wear it to please Brianna? Absolutely.

Another order was given without merely a glance, her sight fixated on the screen in front of her. "Come sit with me" her tone was stern, yet had undertones of calm which can be deadly if spoken at the wrong time. You proceed to sit on the edge of her desk, fixing your skirt as it moved up your thighs.

"On my lap" the mistake was simple, anyone could have made it. However, just the fact that you did, after everything you had planned, it was foolish. Without a second thought, you transitioned from the desk to straddle her instead. Her hands naturally rested on your upper thighs, her eyes running down the length of your body. "You look so good today, I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you" she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze turning a shade darker. Her fingers absentmindedly traced invisible patterns on your bare skin, leaving goosebumps behind.

A timid "Thank you" was said in return, the confidence you once had dissipating the moment she noticed.

"All I could think about was you" She slowly inches her hands underneath your skirt, comfortably resting on your hips. "And the pretty sounds you make for me" she gripped at your skin, coaxing your hips to rock back and forth, eliciting a gasped moan from you. A smirk flicked upon her lips, enjoying the few in front of her. She slowly guided you, teasing you with the least amount of pressure. A whimper then escaped, an indication that you wanted more, more than the teasing she provided. To pacify your needs, her thumb runs along your bottom lip and you comply instantly. The moment you parted your lips, Brianna sits two fingers on your tongue, her gaze never living your lips. Your tongue wraps around her, sucking her digits as you continue to rock. It placates you enough for her to fasten the movements of your hips, causing your sensitive nerves to bump against her belt buckle. Another moan vibrates across the pads of her fingers, which doesn't go unnoticed. She watched as you chased that feeling, wanting it to happen over and over again. "Be patient" she breathes, her own core throbbing at the sight of the mess she has created. She can see the frustration knitted in the way your eyebrows tighten or how she can feel your nails digging into her shoulders. It would be mean to deny you the pleasure you so desperately needed.

When her hand left your hip, you knew better than to keep moving. Brianna always enjoyed how you could follow instruction, even before being told. You were her good girl, even when you paraded yourself through the office. She pulled your panties to the side, her finger ghosting over where you need her the most. "Is this all you wanted?" She mocked, her head tilting slightly, watching her your chest heaved with anticipation. A frantic nod was all she received, which was the next mistake. "Use your words, or this will be all for nothing.

"Yes" a short reply was given in hopes that it would bring you closer to what you needed.

"And you thought walking around the office, dressed like a slut, would be the best way?"

"Yes"

"I watched them Y/N, staring at you like some sort of prize. They all wanted to bend you over their desks and fuck what is mine. Do you want them, honey?"

"N-no, I only want you"

"Then let's tell them all, show them that the only one who can play with you, is me"

"Wha-" before you could finish your question, Brianna ran her finger through your slick folds. A deep moan vibrated from her throat at how wet she had made you. It brought her joy to know how reactive you are to her touch, to her words. When she pulled away, your slick had successfully coated her finger. Practically glistening under the last of the suns rays as it set over the building. She raised her finger to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. A content "mm" hummed within her as she tasted just how sweet you are. She released her finger, a trail of spit followed closely before she slipped her hand underneath your skirt. There was no time to think, when her finger pushed passed your entrance with ease. "Bounce" she demanded, her hand holding firm in its place. If you wanted to act like an easy fuck, then she'll make you work for it. On command, you bounced on her single digit, trying your best to find a good rhythm. Brianna took great pleasure watching as your cleavage teased her as it followed your movements. It wasn't long before it wasn't enough, you needed more and Brianna knew it.

"Please" you breathed out. "More"

"Oh you want more?" Brianna tilted her head, she slowed your movements to maintain the conversation. "Yes please, feel so good" was expressed intertwined with a whine, at the excruciatingly slow pace.

"I love when you use your manners, baby" as a reward, she added two fingers which stretched you with ease. You moaned at the sudden stretch, living the way her fingers filled you perfectly. "Good girl" she praised, earning kisses that travelled from your jaw down to your neck. She sucked and soothed the skin, leaving marks in her wake. She was pleased to see her marks, now you couldn't deny who you belonged to. Brianna tapped your hip, encouraging to resume the rhythm you once had. She didn't have to tell you twice as you fucked yourself on her fingers.

You were embarrassingly close, all the daydreams since the moment you out this outfit together, has caught up to you. "Fuck" Brianna muttered, drunk on the feeling of your walls squeezing her fingers. "You're so tight" she groaned, as she increased her pace, wanting nothing more than to tip you over the edge. She felt how wet you had become as it coated her fingers and threatened to drip down her hand. Your movements became sloppy as you tried your best to match Brianna's pace. You buried your head in Brianna's neck, hoping to suppress the moans that would surely escape. "Don't go all shy now, let me hear you" Brianna's hand wrapped around your throat, pushing you away from her. Now your eyes stared at her matching blown stare as a loud moan slipped past your lips.

"Feel so good, 'm gonna cum" at the mention of your impeding orgasm she curled her fingers, successfully pushing you over the edge. "Let go, let me feel how good you are"

"Brianna" you moaned, like her name was heaven sent. Loud enough for those passing by the office to hear, which is exactly what Brianna wanted. She continued to guide you through your orgasm as your body tensed with pleasure. When the orgasm passed, Brianna pulled her fingers out, earning a whine to bubble in your throat. To sedate you, she placed them in your mouth, encouraging you to clean the mess you had made.  She watched as your eyes closed at the sensation, tongue rolling along her fingers to taste yourself. Just the sight urged Brianna to draw another orgasm from you but for now, she'll show restraint. Once you had cleaned your mess, she patted your hip, silently asking for you to stand up. With shaky legs and one hand on the desk for stability, you rose to your feet. Brianna allowed you a moment to compose yourself before you began your journey back into the working world. Before you could make it across the room, Brianna’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Panties" she held out her hand expectantly, patiently waiting for you to comply.

"What?" You asked in your fucked out haze, eyes blinking at the blondes request.

"Can't have you walking around in them, all soaked and ruined" she wiggled her fingers to emphasise her point. Without further hesitance, you slipped out of your panties and placed them in her hand. "Thank you" she said before putting them in her handbag. "Enjoy your day" she dismissed you as quick as she had called you in. Her focus turned back to the work on her desk, like nothing had happened. It baffled you how she could flip a switch like this. As for you, it would it would stay with you for the rest of the day until you could be back in Brianna’s arms. With nothing left to say, you finally made it towards the door before Brianna distracted you once again.

"Fuck baby" At her words you turned on your heels for the last time, raising an eyebrow at her comment. She replied with her award winning smirk, eyes trained on your upper thighs. "You're glistening" she licked her lips, and chewed on her bottom lip. You can feel the cool air on your legs, you knew that you were incredibly wet, you were just waiting for the chance to clean yourself up. More so now that everyone can see it. She watched as you rubbed your thigh together. "Don't you dare think about cleaning yourself up. Let the office see how much of a slut you are for your boss" and with that she returned back to her work. She left you in that state for the remainder of the day, the smirk reappearing every time she caught your eye.

[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

[classicsapphicships]

[warningsine]

The holy trinity of blondes who are in love with their brunette bffs, but don't realize that said bffs are the loves of their respective lives until they're about to lose them.

[jorgeparaiso]

Grace and Frankie S02E11 "The Bender" (2016)

2022 Watercolor and gouche on paper

[kcsplace]

Rebecca Welton meets Brianna Hanson (1/?)

[strudel-noir]

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