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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN in THE LOSERS (2010) dir: Sylvain White

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Jason Crouse The Good Wife: Season 7, Episode 22 - End

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Jason Crouse Smiling in Every Episode → 7.22 - End

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YOU MAKE ME 💦 SERIES ↠ 10/??

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Negan making his signature spaghetti all’Arrabbiata® on The Walking Dead S07E08

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as NEGAN The Walking Dead S08E16 “Wrath”

Oh, I am everywhere, Rick.

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Now!

Okay maybe pissing off Negan wasnt a good idea. Especially him being your boyfriend.

"Get your ass to my room a NOW!"

Negan yelled as he was dragging you through the halls of Sanctuary by your wrist up to his room.

He kicked open the door and pushed you down on your knees by the door.

"Look at you on your fucking knees you know I dont take well to you NOT listening to me."

He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for you to crawl to him. You crawl to him on all fours.

"Now show daddy how you apologize to him." He jerks you up on your knees and makes you unzip his pants.

You pull down his pants and boxers and take your big thick cock into your mouth. His hands go to you hair and grip your ponytail as tight as he could causing a squeal.

"Make as many noises as you want princess I don't care if this whole place hears." He said gripping tighter.

He makes you harder and faster around causing you to dig your nails into his thighs.

"Dam baby you keep going like that I'm cumming down that pretty little throat of yours" His hands raked into your hair and forced you all the way down on his cock causing a loud gagging noise to escape from you.

"Fuck baby like that take Daddys hot cum swallow every bit of it." He said as he shook.

"Now apologize to Daddy."

"I'm sorry." "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry for causing trouble Daddy."

"Mm that's my good girl." He said kissing your cheek. He pulls his boxers and pants back on and stands you.

"How about later on I thank you for being Daddys good girl. Would you like that sweetheart?"

"Yes daddy." He grabs at your ass as he kisses you passionately.

"Later on you will be begging for me." As he said as you two walk out of the room into the common area. You couldn't wait until later knowing tomorrow you will walking funny.

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30 DAYS OF NEGAN ∟ Day 27: Favorite Negan One-Liners

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN San Diego Comic Con 2021 The Walking Dead’s Season 11 Panel

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Pony - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

I’ve always wanted to write a story from JDM’s POV, especially when it comes to eating 🐱, because I imagine he’d be really good at it. I also got really lost in this when writing it and got insanely turned on, so I hope y’all feel the same way!

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I had grown out my beard for the newest season of The Walking Dead. Negan was going to be in prison for the next year, so I had to look the part. I also hate shaving, so this was my dream come true. I was also promoting my new movie Rampage with my buddy Dwayne. Dwayne Johnson, that is.

My gal also loved the long, grayness of it all. She had been texting me flirty things all day from the hotel room and it was absolutely driving me wild. It’s damn near impossible to do press junkets with a raging hard on.

“Reading the script, this is exactly the movie I’ve always wanted to-“ my phone pings loudly, “Aw, shit. I’m sorry, man. I meant to turn my phone on silent. Cut!” I joke and glance at the text from my Princess: I want to ride your beard like a pony, Daddy. I exhale loudly and shove my phone in my pocket.

“You good, homie?” Dwayne asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks! Just family stuff,” I reply. My pants were painfully tight in the crotch at this point. “Anyway, where were we?” I place my glasses on top of my head. “It’s just one of those classic popcorn flicks, you know?”

The interview seemed to drag on as my phone silently buzzed with filthy messages and pictures. What a dirty girl I had.

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“What the fuck was that?” I smile at my gal. She looks adorable in my hoodie and her short shorts.

“Did I do something?” she replies, feigning innocence as she slides her legs between mine, running a finger over my lips and kissing me. My breath quavers as she moans into my mouth.

“Teasing Daddy while he’s trying to work. Bad, bad girl,” I groan as she grips my balls gently as she nibbles my neck. She reaches into her back pocket and I hear a jingling sound. A puzzled expression takes over my face, “What do you have there, Princess?”

“Since you’re going to prison for the next year,” she giggles and pulls a pair of handcuffs from behind her, “Maybe you should get used to wearing these bad boys.”

“You think you’re in charge, hm? Might I remind you who your Daddy is-“ I smirk. She grips my throat, cutting me off by making me lose my breath.

“I’m in charge tonight,” she growls. “Lay on the bed, Daddy. Flat on your back, come on,” she commands, snapping her fingers.

“Yes, Mistress,” I do as I’m told. My gal meant business. I look up at her as she walks around the bed.

“Good boy. Don’t move,” she praises. She strips her clothes, revealing a skimpy, crotchless number. I hold out my hand to pull her into a lustful kiss. “I said, ‘don’t move’. Did you not hear me?” Her stern tone sends a chill down my spine. She sucks my finger and throws my hand back on the bed. I giggle like a little kid, her dominant streak was amusing. This role reversal was going to be fun. “Is something funny, Jeffrey Dean? Take your shirt off.” I follow her orders and she grabs my arm and cuffs one hand to the headboard, then the other. She pulls my glasses off, folding them and placing them on the nightstand.

“You sound like my mother,” I smirk.

“Oh, so I’m ‘Mommy’ now?” she bites her lip, trying not to laugh and stay in character. I glance at my cuffed hands.

“What are you going to do, baby gi- I mean, Mistress?” I ask. She leans down and laps around my nipples. I suck my teeth, god that felt good.

“I’m going to make you my fuck toy tonight,” she moans in my ear. She climbs on the bed, straddling my chest. I could feel the slickness of her dripping pussy, leaving a small damp spot in my chest hair. “If it’s too much, just tap my thigh hard three times”. I felt like I was about to bust out of my jeans, but she made it clear I only existed for her pleasure. I felt more submissive than I ever have in bed with her and it was so fucking hot.

“Baby doll, I don’t think I could ever get enough of your pussy,” I moan. She inched closer to my face. My breath was hot against her inner folds, giving her chills. “I’m ready,” I murmur. She smelled utterly scrumptious. The Tommy Hilfiger perfume coupled with her salty, sweet wetness was intoxicating. She pressed my head between her deliciously thick thighs as she rocked against my mouth. I wanted so bad to squeeze her ass to bring her closer, but I wasn’t allowed.

“Jeffrey,” she whimpers my name. I’m lost in a sea of bliss. I love making her feel like the goddess she is. “Your beard feels so fucking good. Oh Daddy!” I smirk and go back to work. I circle my tongue around her clit, sucking it between my lips. She grasps my hair as my head gets squished a little tighter. I chuckle softly to myself, I know that means I’m doing my job right. I lick a stripe from her entrance to her precious jewel. “God, your gray hair drives me insane,” her hips rock faster and I try to match her movements with my mouth.

“Does it now? You love that I’m old enough to be your dad? You love with age comes,” I kiss around her drenched inner lips, “Experience. You love that I take care of you, don’t you, Princess? Daddy loves you.”

“Fuck yes, baby. Oh my god!” her thighs begin to tremble and the familiar throbbing sensation begins like a faint drumbeat from deep inside her walls. I squirm beneath her, wanting release so bad, but I’m not allowed. “Please let me cum, Jeff! Please!”

“You’re in charge, remember?”

“Jeff, I’m going to drown you in my-“

“Fucking drown me, doll. I want to waste a single drop. God, you taste so sweet.“

“Jeffrey!” my gal screamed out as her juices soaked my beard. I lap my tongue like someone who hadn’t drank water in weeks. She shakily slides down my chest, grabbing the key from the nightstand. She unlocks the handcuffs and collapses onto my chest. I pull her into a kiss.

“Making you feel good,” I say in between kisses, “Makes me feel good. I would go wash my face, but tasting you in my mustache turns me on all over again. You sure have a yummy little treat there, sugar. I love the shit out of you.”

“I love you too,” my gal is still catching her breath.

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Ice Cream - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

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I heave a heavy sigh and crash into the couch. I saw Jeff’s truck in the driveway, but I didn’t see him. He must be out in the pasture. I bury my head into my hands and scream.

“Baby?” Jeff comes out of the bathroom and wipes his face with a rag. “Baby, tell me. What’s wrong?” I pop a few ibuprofen and kiss my husband. He sits next to me and pulls me against him.

“This job will be the death of me, I swear. I hate being the go to person for everything.” I hold up my thumb and forefinger, “I’m THIS close to quitting.” Tears welled up in my eyes and I bury my face in Jeff’s neck.

“Baby girl, shh. It’s okay, Daddy’s

here. I love you,” Jeff hushes me softly as if he’s rocking a baby. “Where’s your phone?” Jeff kisses my forehead and reaches for my bag. “Daddy’s heart hurts seeing you like this.”

“What are you doing?” I gasp. Jeff pulls up my boss’ number. “Jeffr-!” I stare at him as the phone rings.

“You’re not calling in for tomorrow, are you?” my boss answers with her signature fake laugh.

“Hey, it’s Jeff. Jeff Morgan.”

“Umm. Yeah! Hi there!” my boss chuckles nervously.

“My wife quits. Do you have any idea how helpless a husband feels when his wife comes home crying because she’s sick of being taken advantage of? She does so damn much for you and you straight up laugh in her face when she asks for a raise. Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.”

“Jeff, I-“

“I don’t want to hear it! She’s wanted to tell you exactly this for so long! I can’t remember a single time my wife didn’t come through for you!” my husband was livid.

“I’ve never had a husband call for his wife before. This is new one,” Belinda retorts.

“You’re lucky I don’t rip you a new one! You can mess with me all you want, but mess with my wife? I don’t tolerate that. She’s done! Do you hear me? DONE!” Jeff raised his voice.

“Jeffrey!” I whisper through gritted teeth. Jeff was saying to my boss what I only dreamed of telling that manipulative woman. Everyone always asked why I still have my day job despite being with a famous actor, and I get it. Except for the fact I didn’t want Jeff to think that’s why I was with him. He always tells me, “I’ve got this,” but I don’t want him to feel like he has to support me.

“Well, okay then! Tell your wife it’s been a pleasure!”

“Will do,” Jeff handed me the phone, “That felt good.”

“I want to smack you and kiss you all at the same time!” I laugh and hug him close. “You said everything I wanted to say today.” Jeff chuckles and pets my hair, kissing the top of my head.

“They don’t deserve someone like you. Hell, remember when you asked for the week of our honeymoon off and she had a fit? That’s what tipped me off that she was a terrible person.”

“For fucking real,” I roll my eyes and wipe my tears away. “Thank you for telling her off. She needed to hear that. I feel like we should celebrate or something!”

“Well, I did just buy some ice cream while grocery shopping!”

“That sounds so good right now.”

Jeff gets up and walks to the kitchen and I go to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes for the last time. He scoops two heaping bowls of s’mores ice cream. I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his shoulders.

“This’ll be our dinner,” I tease.

“Fine by me. I had a big lunch with Bubba,” Jeff smiles, referencing his best friend Norman. We settle into the couch and Jeff turns on one of my favorite medical shows. “Trash reality TV makes everything better! Holy smokes, look at that guy’s legs!” Jeff fake gags.

“Would you judge me if I said I’ve seen this episode? I hate myself,” I joke.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” Jeff bursts out laughing.

“You should know me by now! This is the one guy who’s always screaming any time the paramedics put a hand on him. God, I am gross, huh?” Jeff playfully rolls his eyes and stirs the ice cream in his dish.

“Yeah you are,” Jeff laughs. “Call me a horn-dog, but all I can think about is wanting to lick this ice cream off your body,” Jeff gives me a seductive glare.

“You’re so bad.”

“You love it. Come here, honey.” I set my bowl on the coffee table and climb on my silver fox’s lap. He pulls at my loose fitting v neck and spoons the cold liquid onto me. The cold sensation is quickly overtaken by his warm tongue and soft lips. I tug his hair.

“Daddy loves his sweet girl more than anything,” Jeff plants deep kisses in my chest. “Daddy loves making his baby feel so damn good. Daddy wants to make his little princess make a mess on the couch with his fingers.” I whimper with delight. “Daddy loves watching you squirm, baby doll.”

“Please,” I beg and rock against Jeff’s thigh, soaking through my underwear.

“Look at you, doll. You want it bad, don’t you? Maybe I don’t want to give it to you yet,” Jeff licks more ice cream off my neck. His grip on my leg and hot, wet mouth is intoxicating.

“I can hardly stand it, babe,” I whisper against his lips as he pulls me into a kiss.

“I’m going to devour that kitty. Slip those panties off, sweetheart.” I climb off my husband’s lap and do as I’m told. Jeff gets down off the couch and rests his knees on a pillow. He spreads my thighs open. “Look at this,” Jeff clicks his tongue. “My baby girl’s absolutely drenched. Oh my,” Jeff buries his face between my thighs and allows his tongue to work its magic “Do I make your pussy ache, darlin’?” I nod and whimper. “Do you rub your little pussy when Daddy’s away and moan his name when you cum?” I nod, hardly able to catch my breath.

“All the time,” I whine.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jeff purrs, curling his fingers, “I want to fuck you so god damn bad.” We change positions, so he’s aligned with my entrance and sinks in. I crave this fullness whenever he’s away. No amount of toys compare to my Daddy’s big cock. Jeff thrusts slow and deep, moaning with each movement of his hips. “Oh darlin’, you’re so warm and wet. God, I just love the shit out of you, baby.”

“I love you, Jeffrey. Oh god! Fuck me harder,” I whine. Jeff quickens his pace, pulling my hair back as he kisses my neck. Slick, slapping sounds fill the air as Jeff groans. “You look so beautiful when you fuck me, Daddy,” I moan. Jeff smirks and raises an eyebrow.

“I love when you stroke my eg- oh shit! Baby, I’m going to- oh my god. Jesus Christ, sweetheart!” Jeff’s eyes flutter as he spills out inside me. I pant heavily as Jeff collapses onto my chest, pulling out gently. I stroke his hair and kiss his forehead. “That was incredible.”

“You know exactly how to make me feel good, my gorgeous husband.”

“I have my ways,” Jeff smirks, planting sweet kisses on my lips. Despite being married for a year, Jeff’s kisses give me butterflies like nothing else. “I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

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ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ Happy Birthday, dimples! ˗ ˊˎ ♡ ˋ ˏ

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Happy Birthday JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN // April 22nd 1966

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NEGAN | THE WALKING DEAD 10.22 “Here’s Negan”

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