Jeffrey Dean Morgan
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Jeffrey sat on his bed as your on your knees beside him, holding onto a side of his face as you put some foundation on his face.
Jeffrey smiled a bit, he doesn’t really get bonding time with you anymore since you’re a cracky teenager.
It felt like you were beating the beauty blender into his face, he gently grabbed your wrist, “Maybe be gentle.” Jeffrey suggested with a chuckle, letting go of your wrist.