#derek danforth imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

deadgirlzneedlovetoo · 7 days

Note

Derek danforth has a sweeet ass girlfriend that he’s actually loyal too and just eats her out after he sees her a tiny bit annoyed?

I’ll Do Anything To Make You Feel Better

pairing: soft dom derek danforth x female sub reader

warnings: sweetest Derek you’ve ever known, use of princess, darling, and sweetie, oral (fem receiving), small use of fingering

You and Derek have been dating for a few months now and have just recently moved in together. Life has been perfect, for the most part. There’s just one thing that really bothers you about Derek. No matter what, even if you remind him every single time, even if you beg, he won’t clean around the house. You however make him food, help him do the laundry and still manage to clean up after yourself but he can’t. So one day when Derek gets home from work and makes a mess in the kitchen after making some food you can’t help but get annoyed at him.

You storm of into your shared bedroom and sit down on the bed, facing away from the door. Derek hears the patter of your footsteps angrily walking into the bedroom and hurry’s up to follow behind you. As he walks into the bedroom his eyes trace your silhouette. He smiles to himself thinking about how lucky he is to have you, how he’s never met someone he’s been so devoted to before you. Derek lays down in bed still looking at your still sitting body. You glance behind to look at him already grinning at you. “What are you smiling for?” You say annoyed at how oblivious he is. He frowns at your question and gets up to sit behind you. “I’m just so happy to see you. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He states happily. Tracing small circles on your back and playing with your hair he begins to ask you what’s wrong. “What’s wrong princess? What can I do to make you happy darling?” He questions sincerely. You look towards his puppy dog eyes and can’t help but to smile a little. Suddenly you remember why you were mad at him in the first place and ignore him, nudging him slightly so you can lay down.

Derek moves so that his body is hovering over your own. “Princess what’s wrong.. talk to me sweetie.” He whispers in your ear whilst tucking a few strand hairs between your ear. He takes your silence as a sign of you being annoyed at him but thankfully he has a hopeful idea of getting you to talk again. He begins kissing against your face and neck gently, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You try your best to hold back whimpers as you continue to lay still. Derek makes his way further down your body still kissing as he begins to go lower and lower. “Princess.. just tell me if you don’t want this okay?” He says genuinely concerned he did something wrong. You finally get up to look down at him, his face already between your thighs, the only thing stopping him from touching your bare skin is your nightgown and panties. “You can Derek..” You say giving him permission finally as he begins to peel off your panties, lifting your nightgown a bit in the process and letting it bunch up at your hips.

Your hand slowly travels down to his curly locks holding onto them tightly. He begins to lick a thick stripe on your cunt sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He continues licking gently on your cunt lightly sucking your clit also. “F-fuck Derek you’re making me feel so good..” You moan out loudly as you tug on his hair harder, making him moan as-well sending a low vibration through your body aiding in your closeness to cumming. “You’re doing so good for me princess.. you’re close for me aren’t you? Cum on my tongue darling please I need it.” He says mumbling against your cunt as he begins to speed up his licking. He slowly moves up his free hand to gently insert his middle finger in your warm inviting hole. You take his finger in greedily, moaning louder at the new sensation. “Derek I’m gonna cum if you do that!” You moan loudly as you nudge your hips closer to his face. He speeds up his movements as he feels your warm juices seeping out. He gladly licks up every single ounce of it as you lay there, fucked out from his sweet touches. “Sweetie your doing so good for me, just cum on my tongue please.. I want it so bad.” He says and as soon as he asks you feel yourself cumming uncontrollably. “Oh my god y/n your so fucking perfect..” Derek says as he continues to lick up every single drop of your cum. Slowly raising his head from between your thighs you look down to see his face still covered in your juices. He grins wildly as he takes his hand to clean up the remnants on his face.

He slowly moves to put your panties back on as he sits up next to you. You lay your head in his lap, your eyes tired and closing. His left hand playing with your hair as his right holds your hand, your fingers intertwined with one another. “You feel better now princess?” Derek asks as he looks at your tired expression. “Mhm..” you reply sleepily as you begin to fall asleep in his lap.

73 notes · View notes

g0ry0re0 · 2 months

Text

"Two Sugars", Derek Danforth (The Beekeeper, 2024, Film) - Imagine

Description: You work in Derek's office at Danforth Enterprises. After the first few days, Derek finally notices you and makes his move. / Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

General Notes: 18+, MDNI!!, Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N), Lots Of Pet Names, Reader Insert, Shamelessly Flirting In A Professional Setting, Second Person POV, Based On The First Derek Scene In The Film, Use Of Curse Words, A Little Bit Of Abuse Of Power, Reader Has Some Internal Dialogue ("italics"), Some Suggestiveness At The End

Author's Note: For the first time, my title is not based on a song lol. The prompt is actually the same as the one I used for my C.AI bot for Derek, but I wanted to put my own spin on it. I'll be honest, this character may be a little altered to my liking to fit the prompt (and for my own selfish reasons), so if it's not exactly accurate, sorry! Also, props to my awesome sister (she asked me to say that), @hazeldastar for proofreading! Hope ya enjoy!

Word Count: 1,577 Words

You blink your eyes wearily, hands on both sides of your face as you're hunched over your desk. This was exhausting. Three days of straight paperwork and data entry, staring at the tiny printed words on paper and the glowing blue light of your desktop computer. It was getting to you. You needed a break. There's a small coffee bar just down the hallway... The idea sounds more and more appealing to you as you continue to ponder it. You haven't had a chance to utilize the whole office space yet. Besides, you were just going to take a small break and grab a quick drink, maybe a snack. That would certainly help. Right?

You sigh in defeat as you stand up, stretching a bit before making the small trip. You only briefly give a friendly wave at a handful of others in the office, not really knowing anyone well enough yet to stop for a full conversation (not that you wanted to at the moment anyway). You walk up to the barista with a tired smile.

"Hi," your voice sounds raspy.

You hadn't talked to anyone all morning. You clear your throat before continuing.

"Could I just get a small black coffee, please? With two sugars?" You hold up two fingers.

The barista responds with a classic "Customer Service Smile" and a nod before turning around to make just that.

You sigh again and lean against the counter, facing the center of the office, surveying your surroundings. You don't realize that you're starting to doze off until you can hear the sound of wheels on the concrete floor behind you, quickly snapping you out of your meditative state.

"Uh, let me get...flat white. Oat milk, of course. And, uh...extra shot of espresso."

Before the idea even pops into your head to turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, someone passes by you on their skateboard. They stop right in front of you, stepping off their board and kicking it up into their hands. They lean against the counter, facing you. Oh, fuck... You say in your head (hopefully), trying not to look as mortified as you feel. The goddamn CEO of the company was standing in front of you, a little too close for comfort, and smirking. You straighten your posture and nervously pull down your shirt.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, honey. You new?" He's looking you up and down, not even trying to be subtle.

"Uhh," you say breathlessly, feeling flustered. "Yes. I just started a few days ago. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Danforth."

"Oh, you don't have to call me that, please. Call me Derek." His smirk grows and he moves closer to you, making your breath hitch.

What is he wearing?

"So, what exactly do you do here, doll?"

His eyes bore straight into yours now, his corrupt gaze making you feel a bit humiliated and yet weirdly excited. His cheek was now resting on his hand as he leaned on the counter, his other hand still gripping the skateboard.

"I- I mostly do data entry, but I sort paperwork as well." You manage to spit out, your eyes avoiding his intense stare.

He uses the hand that was holding his head up to wave it in front of your face, bringing your eyes back to him.

"Stay with me, babe." He commands softly as he rests his hand back down on the counter, closer to yours this time.

That shouldn't have worked on you as well as it did. He continues.

"Sounds pretty boring, is that why you're standing out here? Is that what I'm paying you for?"

You swallow anxiously, "I'm on my break right now, and-" He holds his hand up to stop you.

"I was messing with you, sweetheart." He smiles, a bit more gentle this time.

What's this dude's goal here?

"I see you taking advantage of the coffee bar. What's a sweet thing like you normally get for a drink?"

Fuck it. You decide to play along, it's not like he was the worst-looking guy in the world. Quite the opposite in fact. You almost outwardly cringe at yourself.

"I normally get something a little more interesting, but I just went with a black coffee today. Two sugars." You held up two fingers again, smiling softly at him.

As if on queue, "Small black coffee, two sugars!" You turn around momentarily to grab your drink off the counter behind you.

Derek definitely did not let that opportunity pass him by, checking you out further, not even stopping when you turned back around to face him. Feeling the tiniest bit bolder, you move a little closer to him. He smirks knowingly and rests his eyes on yours once again. This cocky son of a bitch. He's barely done anything and you're already wrapped around his finger, and you both know it. He rests his hand on yours now, clearly feeling a lot more bold than you do. You hope that he doesn't notice how nervous you are. But he does, and he really likes it. Before you can say anything else, he speaks again.

"So, do you normally flirt with the CEO of the companies you work at?" He asks teasingly.

This motherfucker really likes playing games, doesn't he? You sigh and fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"No. And, you're the one flirting with me, if anything."

You try to move your hand, but he grasps it softly and runs his thumb over your palm.

"Am I?" He softly presses his thumb into the pad of yours, eyeing you provokingly.

There's a brief pause in the conversation, both of you sizing one another up. His hand was still gently messing with yours, and you didn't want to pull away, but you probably should. Before you could muster up the strength to remove yourself, something else caught both your attention.

"Flat white, oat milk, add shot!"

You and Derek glance back at the drink placed on the counter before turning back to each other. He lifts his hand, taking yours with it, and ghosts his lips over your knuckles.

"Wanna grab that for me, love?" He presses your fingers against his lips.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again, but turn around and grab his drink with your free hand. How could you say no to the CEO?

"Ya know, I do have a name." You add, sliding his drink over to him on the counter.

"Oh, I know. I just really like messing with you." He quips, finally releasing your hand and grabbing his drink, taking a sip.

At least he admits it.

"So, you are flirting with me?" You mirror him now, taking a sip of your drink as well.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

Another lull in the conversation, eye contact between you two never wavering.

"Well, if you're gonna continue flirting with me, you could at least stick to one pet name. Instead of using every single one in the book." You tease.

"I would, I just haven't found one that fits you yet." He watches as you take another sip of your coffee and his eyes light up, only slightly, as he seemingly thinks of something. "How about 'sugar'?"

You laugh. Derek tries not to show how achieved he feels, but the smug grin on his face gives him away. He's already won, and you both know it. What a dick.

"A little cheesy, but I'll take it." You take another sip of your drink and he mirrors you, another pause.

Both of you stare at one another for a little too long, either in admiration or curiosity. The silence wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but it wasn't particularly peaceful either. There was tension, definitely reciprocated, but also definitely not something that should happen at work. Especially not with your boss. You continue to look at him for a few moments, pondering the gravity of your situation before you think about what time it is. You snap out of your daze for the second time that day and grab your phone out of your pocket, glance at the screen. Shit...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Danfor-"

"Derek." He corrects.

"Derek," you say, unsure. "I have to get back to work. My break just ended."

"Sounds like a good idea, sugar." He smirks again, putting emphasis on the nickname he gave you.

Before you can walk past him, he holds his skateboard out to stop you. You look at him in confusion.

"How about I pick you up tonight? I think we could have a great time together," he comments, cocking his brow at the thought. "Maybe over coffee?"

You look around nervously, weighing your options. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he doesn't spare it a glance, still looking at you.

"Just coffee?" You inquire, almost desperately.

"Sure." He looks you up and down again.

You don't believe him. He's definitely lying. But you think you're willing to take the risk anyway.

You give in.

"Alright. Coffee sounds good." You give him another soft smile.

Yeah, he definitely won. But when doesn't Derek Danforth get what he wants?

"I'll send a car for you. Black coffee, right?" He says with a glint in his eyes, taking his phone out of his pocket.

He places his skateboard on the ground.

"Right." You confirm, your smile growing wider.

"Two sugars?" He holds up two fingers.

"Two sugars."

Part 2? 👀

Masterlist Link

Divider: saradika and saradika-graphics on tumblr

Gif: mockingjaysnakes on tumblr

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #x reader #derek danforth x gn!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #x you #imagine #derek danforth imagine #the beekeeper #katykat235 #g0ry0re0

100 notes · View notes

sameschmidtdiffname · 3 months

Note

Can I get a Derek Danforth x shorter Male Reader where reader is like the only person Derek cares about. Reader is very cuddly but Derek isn’t big on PDA but when they are alone Derek loves holding the reader in his arms.

If not it’s ok!

OFC YOU CAN!!!

I had like fifteen different drafts for how this story could go and I couldn't make up my mind until literally last night, thus why it took so long. I hope this is okay!!!

Tangled

Derek Danforth x Male! Reader

Summery: The holidays are a miserable time of year, especially when ones mother won't even talk to them to let them know she's not coming, sending Derek into a breakdown and wrapping you up in the process.

Tags: No use of Y/N, short! Reader, hurt/comfort, mommy issues, drug use (marijuana), arguing, breakdown, banter, comedy, injury, eventual fluff, holiday fic. (I don't give a fuck that it's Febuary, shut it.)

Notes: honestly I was HYPED when I saw this request. I fucken GOT YOU babe and I am so sorry it took this long. I hope this was worth the wait <3

•°○《▪︎☆▪︎》○°•

I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest; who likes the holidays?

The decorations are nice. The food's better. But in the matter of family and visitation, could anyone honestly say they liked the whole routine? Picking who to see, booking flights, trying not to lose yourself in a bottle of liquor that you bought on the way to their house.

Maybe not every detail is the same, but you get the general idea.

"Please sit down," I begged Derek, watching him pace the floor. All week Derek had been in a mood, which isn't totally uncommon I will admit. But usually he could be coaxed out of it, sweet words whispered in his ear finally bringing him off whatever edge he was ready to fling off of and convince him death was for another day. This week however was different, Derek always tapping his foot, glaring at something. And pacing. Neverending, always thinking, lasts through the night pacing. I was beginning to feel sick from the anxiety, and my mood was making Derek even shorter in his.

"I'm fine," he snapped.

"You're clearly not," I said. In his hand he gripped his pen, clicking it to life with five rapid clicks before taking a long pull like he couldn't breathe without it. "Derek."

"I said I'm fucking fine."

"I have never seen you as more of a mess, will you please just sit down for one moment?" I pleaded, shifting closer to the edge of the plush loveseat kept in front of our bed. "I'm worried about you."

He wants to snap. His jaw is tight, teeth gritted as he spins on the heel of his black, pointed boot, mouth opening as he begins to point one finger at me. But the minute he actually makes eye contact the edge drains, his shoulders sagging slightly as he exhales his smoke, bags appearing under his eyes. Derek had a reputation for being a hard-ass, but when we were alone and I grabbed his attention, his demeanor would shift into one more gentle, more honest. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he finally crossed over to me, sitting beside me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I'm fine," he said quietly, tucking my head under his chin. His hand strokes up and down my back, his heart still pounding but beginning to calm as the smoke begins to work into his bloodstream, allowing him to focus on me more than his thoughts. His cologne compliments mine, smelling mostly of cinnamon to match the winter season. The silk material of his red shirt is soothing against my skin, little silver snowflakes decorating it. Always a pattern with him.

"Is it your mother?" I asked quietly. He stiffened, his heart rate picking back up against my ear.

"I don't want to talk about this," he said quickly, beginning to pull away. I gently grab his arms, making him look down at me before he can close off once more.

"We've been together for almost a year and you won't say anything about your-"

"I said I don't want to talk about this."

"We have to talk about this at some point or you're going to have a giant fit and I won't be able to help you."

It isn't meant as an insult, but I hear it as soon as the words come out. Derek's eyes narrow into slits, bitterness seeping through.

"Fuck you. I don't throw fucking fits." He pulled away quickly, the battery of his pen glowing as he took another hit, long and deep, blinking rapidly to show he's hit his limit.

"You are on the cusp of one right now. You're in denial," I said concerningly.

This time he really is about to snap when someone knocks on the door, popping her head in to announce dinner will be ready shortly.

"Is she on her way?" Derek asked the redheaded assistant, blowing his smoke out through his nose, hands on his cocked hips. The woman presses her lips together tightly, glancing between the two of us before speaking.

"I haven't heard anything from President Danforth for a few hours, sir," she finally said. Derek sighed deeply, looking down and pinching the bridge of his straight nose as he taps his foot at impressive speed.

"Thank you," he said quickly, not meeting anyone's eyes. She takes the opportunity, quickly nodding at me and ducking out of the room with the quick click of the door, leaving us alone again.

I simply stare at him, hands folded on top of my lap as I wait for him to say something, do something. When he goes to take a third blinker, I finally stand.

"Don't you fuckin' dare," Derek warns me, holding out his palm.

"You are going to get stoned to the point that you'll fuck up this dinner the you have been worried over for the past week. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hiss, stepping closer.

"There's no fuckin' point, she's not coming," he said, shrugging harshly and scoffing.

"And that bothers you. Will you just admit that?" I said. I step closer, close enough to reach for the pen, but I wait, letting him narrow his glazing eyes at me first.

"What is your obsession? You want me to break down? Cry? You wanna fix me, huh?" His tone is harsh, paranoia settling in as he takes a step towards me. "Whatever savior shit this is, I'm not taking."

I snatch the pen quickly from his grasp, only to have his hand grab my wrist without any real thought. Derek towers over me, gripping me tightly enough it hurts.

"Drop it," he growled.

"No," I growled back.

"I'm not asking."

"Tough shit."

"What is your-"

"Derek." The snap does something, my voice bouncing around in his ears as he glares at me, but releases my wrist nonetheless. I step away quickly, tucking the pen into the inside pocket of my evergreen blazer. "You'll get this back tonight," I tell him, not looking back. Derek mutters under his breath, brushing past me to exit the suite. Fine. Let him hate me. See if I care.

Derek never liked public affection in the first place. Growing up in a house with a politician for a mother he was hyperaware of all the right and wrongs to a public reputation. I think he also just had no desire to be seen as any kind of vulnerable in a crowd. But tonight it's different. Tonight there is a tinge of hate with the distance he creates, and my side feels cold without him. With each step forward he takes five back. People filter in and out of each room, some I'm sure just here with a friend of a friend for the free food. But if there's anyone I never see through the passing hours, it's Derek's mother. I can see him checking his phone every five, three, then every other minute.

It was a touchy subject. Derek loved his mother, adored the ground she walked on. And when she would visit him or welcome us over to wherever it was she was staying it was obvious she loved him too, allowing him to get away with things most mothers wouldn't. But her head was always in work, her eyes always scanning a document with a pen in her hand to sign off on anything at any given moment. There were times we'd spend the visit gathered in silence lest she retreat to an actual study, claiming she could not focus with our chatter. Derek loved his mother, but it was obvious he was neglected by her too.

He'd been planning the party meticulously. Ordering dozens of sample just for garland, asking my input on plates. Yes, Derek was known for throwing elaborate and wonderfully tasteful parties, but if he thought his mother would be in attendance he would go the extra mile, not sparing an inch of detail and making sure that it was so perfect she'd have no choice but to attend.

Problem is, Madame President has many choices for her perfect Christmas party.

It isn't until the clock strikes ten and security begins to push people out that he finally locks eyes with me, the hate draining and giving way to the exhaustion underneath. He disappears through a doorway, and I follow after him, watching his snow white suit that matches my shirt perfectly work its way quickly through the endless halls as I chase him down the rabbit hole. Oh yes, don't think I escaped his scrutiny just because I'm a living being. I didn't even know we'd have complimenting outfits until I stepped out of the shower that morning while he worked on a cigarette, waving it around between his fingers on one hand with the hangers in the other and a phone pressed between his shoulder as he shouted something in Spanish at the poor assistant on the other line.

He doesn't bother shutting the bedroom door behind him whether he knows I'm following him or not. But when I gently push the door shut behind me, finally turning away from him, I feel his warm body press against mine from behind. His arms wrap around me, one around my waist and the other around my shoulders, alcohol thick on his breath as he buries his head into the crook of my neck. His hand finds my hair, burying his long fingers in it as he takes a deep inhale of the pine scented cologne dabbled on my neck. His body is heavy against mine, swaying slightly from exhaustion.

"Hi," he says softly.

"Hi," I say just as soft, reaching up to find his curls. I smile slightly at the feeling of his fried ends, tainted from overprocessing. "You wanna talk?"

"No," he maintained. But his voice cracks, and the collar my shirt is starting to feel wet. Not to mention his arms are shaking.

"You wanna not talk on the bed?" I ask him.

"I'm fine right here," he says in a broken voice. But when he softly sniffles and takes a tiny gasp for air, he's finally done in and dragging me towards the oversized bed, not bothering to actually open the canopy as he flops himself down onto the lush, green and gold duvet.

"It's fine, I'm fine," he insists even though he's dragged half of a gold chiffon curtain down and around him and he's too high to figure out how to get it off. "She has meetings, this happens."

"Yeah, well. It happens a little too often," I say gently, trying to help him before he gets this thing wrapped around his neck. In his vulnerable and understandable fit he's making this curtain situation much worse, actively reweaving whatever I untangle from him in his blind confusion.

"I mean, I get it. Running the country, having a conversation with your own son, it's fine," Derek hiccuped as he gestures his hands like scales weighing the options, one drastically higher than the other. His face is as red as his shirt, large tears streaming down his face as he paws uselessly at the fabric. He swipes frantically at them, clearly becoming frustrated at being unable to control his raw emotions. "I mean, priorities shift so what the fuck am I complaining about?"

"Honey, I think you're sitting on it."

"What?"

"The curtain."

Derek moans inconsolably as he throws himself against the bed, taking down the rest of the gold chiffon and covering us both in the material.

"What does it matter?" Derek cries pathetically. "I could hang myself with this and she'd have a fucking meeting in Germany!"

"Your mother would come to your funeral," I say softly, stroking his hair as I press my lips together, letting him heave out his sobs. He brings a bundle of the fabric to his face, bunching it up and sobbing into it before raising his head once more for another comment.

"Probably have a flood in Uganda day of. I'd fuck up my own suicide day," he snaps to no one in particular.

"No you wouldn't," I say, continuing to run my hand through his hair. Derek sinks into the golden bundle once more, curling in on himself like a child. Then suddenly his eyes grow cold again.

"And the fucking appetizers were cold!"

The comment is so out of left field that a short laugh escapes me, my hand immediately covering my mouth. I instantly feel awful, looking away as I try to compose myself from the dramatic change in complaint.

"Don't laugh at me," Derek snaps. "I paid good money for those."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, that was just a bit random. Would you like to get off of the curtains you also paid for?" I ask him softly, fighting the fit of giggles his hateful eyes inspire to continue. I try to wrap my arms around him in comfort but he moves away in irritation. Or tries. This curtain is keeping us pretty close, which only adds to the whole thing.

"No," he says as he finally gives up. He crosses his arms in irritation and huffs, but after a long moment and a glance at my bemused face he moves to get the curtain off of his own. "Yes. Get this off of me!"

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Where the fuck is the end?"

"I told you, I think you're sitting on it."

"Your mother is sitting on it!"

"Let's not bring anymore mothers into this-"

We struggle in the cocoon of chiffon, twisting and turning in the same and opposite directions, both of us bickering over who has what and who's preventing our freedom.

"This shouldn't be fucking hard!"

"Quit moving, you're making it worse."

"Fuck you!"

"Hang on, I think I-"

With a forceful tug I pull the end out from underneath of Derek. Unfortunately, Derek had shifted himself to move off of the end at the same time, leaving me to fling off the side of the tall bed and hit the lush rug underneath that hardly cushions the oak floor with a loud 'thud' that makes the artifical blond gasp.

"Fuck! Are you okay-?"

Derek scrambles to the edge to look down at me, but he's too high to realize he's overshot his position and sends his larger body crashing on top of mine, making me cry out as I break his fall.

"Eat a salad," I groan, curling in on myself as I try to catch my breath.

"I did, that's why I'm the tall one." Derek and I are once again tangled in the curtain, laying on the floor in a pile of limbs and half of Derek's face is burned from the rug. "Are you okay?" He asks worriedly, looking over my body for obvious injury.

"Have roses at my funeral," I cough, clutching my stomach.

"Rose's are cliché."

"Rose's are fucking iconic."

"If you have basic taste, then yes."

"I don't mix snake and cheeta."

"It's French."

"Then get fucking cheeta print rose's."

"Don't be hysterical."

I shoot him a look and finally he manages a laugh, wiping at his nose with the cuff of his blazer and smiling.

"Maybe I'm a little hysterical," he offers.

"I think I have a concussion."

"Oh, you don't have a concussion," Derek says dismissively. He cups my cheeks gently, his soft hands forcing my eyelids open wide as he checks my eyes. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, you have a concussion."

I laugh, pulling him close and keeping my eyes closed to keep from getting sick.

"Mister 'I Don't Throw Fits,'" I tease.

"I can just not take you to the hospital."

"Bitch."

"Cunt."

"Dickhead."

"Fuckface."

"Fashionably handicapped."

"Poor."

Derek finally figures out how to free us from our prison, pulling away the fabric and looking down at me from above with a gentle smile on his tear stained face. "You've got good bone structure, though," he says.

"It's my daddy's," I tell him.

"I don't remember buying you that."

I smack Derek's chest playfully, groaning as I try (and fail) to sit up. "You're awful."

"You love me," Derek says softly, sitting beside me. The statement is true and meant as a playful reminder, but it's the way his bloodshot eyes still glisten with leftover moisture that makes me cup his face. Or try. I can't see.

"I love you," I say softly.

"That's my chest."

My hand moves.

"Knee."

My hand moves again.

"That's my dick."

"Jolly good friend," I say with a squeeze and overexaggerated British accent. This knocks the last bit of sorrow out of Derek, making him laugh loudly as he finally lays down beside me. He wraps his arms around my smaller frame, pulling me close to him as he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I'm sorry,' he says softly.

"We really do need to talk about your mother at some point," I tell him, stroking his arm that lays across my chest.

"I know." Derek's voice is soft, his fingers playing with one of the buttons on my blazer.

The silence is sweet, the sound of Derek and I's breathing the only sound in the room. And the slight ringing in my head.

"I think you need to call someone," I tell him.

"My problems aren't that bad," Derek says in a hurt voice, moving to look down at me.

"For me."

"Oh!"

▪︎《•☆•》▪︎

I'm going to be so fr, I haven't watched 'The Beekeeper' since it was in theaters so if the mommy issues are inaccurate that's on me. But y'know what it works better for his character so it's °~*accurate to meee*~°

Taglist:

@cassiecasluciluce @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support pookies!!! <3

Masterlist

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x you #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson the beekeeper #the beekeeper #the beekeeper fanfic #derek danforth beekeeper #derek danforth x you #derek danforth #derek danforth smut #derek danforth x reader #derek the beekeeper #derek danforth imagine #derek danforth x male reader #derek danforth fanfiction #jhutch #josh hutcherson fluff

135 notes · View notes

sadesluvr · 2 months

Text

#y’all still want derek content?#florence_nomachine #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth smut #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson x reader #the beekeeper #derek danforth imagine

6 notes · View notes

joshs-big-toe · 3 months

Text

i cannot explain to you the grip this man has on my heart. ALSO HIM AT THE ZAK BAGANS MUSEUM??? AND MEETING ZAK??? (i literally love ghost adventures)

#josh hutcherson #josh futterman #michael schmidt #mike schmidt #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson smut #josh futterman fanfic #josh futturman smut #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth #derek danforth smut #josh futturman x reader #clapton davis fanfic #clapton davis #clapton x reader

445 notes · View notes

hutchersonsgurl · 2 months

Text

Those eyes man 🥺😍

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #clapton davis #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x you #josh futturman #derek danforth

221 notes · View notes

janitorhutcherson · 4 months

Text

the chokehold derek danforth already has on me (they finally did light hair right on him)

#josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #mike schmidt smut #derek danforth

549 notes · View notes

xcherryerim · 23 days

Text

going to the beach headcanons of jhutch characters 🏝️

Because i’m going rn >:3

Josh futturman

— He is really excited to go with you. He bought beach balls, inflatables, a bunch of fruit and drinks for you both.

— He made a hype playlist that he plays in the road to the beach.

— He bought a surfboard because he wanted to try it but he can’t even swim.

Mike Schmidt

— The only reason you guys are going is because Abby has been asking for weeks to go to the beach. Mike hates the sun too much to go on his own will.

— He literally researched what is the best sunscreen because he doesn’t want to get sunburned.

— He has a sour face once he got to the beach. Saying how the water is too cold and the sand way too hot, but after an hour he enjoyed the trip because he saw you playing with Abby.

Derek Danforth

— He doesn’t understand why you want to go to a public beach instead of his private island.

— He is overthinking what sunglasses to wear (he chose Versace at the end)

— Didn’t even go to the water, he wanted to get tanned.

— He asked you to apply his tanning lotion but you applied it wrong (he wants to get mad but he loves you too much to do that)

Clapton Davis

— LOVES THE BEACH

— He goes to the little locals near the beach to get beach merch and get matching keychains with you.

— Made a playlist but he planned the whole playlist. From start to finish to set the right mood through out the whole trip.

— He is flexing to you about his swimming and surfing skills.

113 notes · View notes

notquitekris · 16 days

Text

HEY! HEY! I DID THE THING AGAIN BY THE WAY! HEY LOOK AT ME! What if you were Derek’s stylist and without saying anything just put him in an outfit he would love except it’s just a bit more feminine coded. Haha. What would happen… haha… writers… writerssss jingle jangle jingle hahaha.

25 notes · View notes

lefteagleblizzard · 1 month

Text

𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒

Derek danforth x gender neutral reader

Summary: Derek think it’s a good idea to have some fun with you during a council meeting.

Warnings: Boss x advisor relationship. no use of Y/N. Very filthy smut. Humiliation. Keep in mind that I haven’t watched the movie. It’s been so long since I posted anything here so apologies if it’s cringe and mediocre.

3704 words in total.

“Come and sit in my lap.”

you looked over to Derek, who was sitting in his big and comfortable chair beside you. You raised your eyebrows.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Derek grinned at you, patted one of his thighs. “Come sit in my lap.”

you looked away from him, towards the double doors at the other end of the hall that should be opening any minute now to let in the members of the council.

“Derek, no. The council will be here soon.”

“So?”

“So, it’s unprofessional, and you have to focus. And, since I’m your advisor, it would probably be a good idea if I did too.”

“I’m the CEO . I can have you in my lap during a meeting if I want.” There was a slight whine to Derek’s words. you glanced back over at him and breathed a little sigh. The man was practically pouting at you.

“Fine.” You knew there was no denying Derek when he really wanted something. You stood, and before you could actually make a move to seat himself properly in Derek’s lap he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. you gave a small cry of surprise, founding yourself seated across him sideways, one of Derek’s arms around your legs, the other around your waist.

“There we go,” Derek breathed in satisfaction. He kissed at you’s ear, then ran parted lips over your jawline. you shivered a little.

“Derek, now isn’t a good time.”

“The council’s not here yet,” he argued.

“Yeah, but- mm…” Derek had quelled your protest by putting his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to accept his tongue, letting out a quiet moan. You were very glad that the table wasn’t made of transparent glass. What was happening wouldn’t be overly obvious to anyone unless they would bent down on purpose, and people made sure not to look at you for too long unless they wanted to end up fired like it happened weeks ago to a man you now completely forgotten.

Though, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by it. You wouldn’t be able to take care of your urges till after the meeting, which would make the whole thing seem longer than it really was.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, tilted his head to kiss at your neck above your collar.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Derek, stop it.” Even as you said it, you were leaning your head back to give him better access. You just couldn’t help it. You were willing to give yourself to Derek whenever he wanted you.

Derek laughed lightly against your skin. “Yeah, okay, you.” He tugged on your collar with his teeth, and for some reason that drove you wild with lust. You groaned in frustration, grabbed at Derek’s face.

“Stop. Now I’m not gonna be able to concentrate,” you complained.

Derek lifted his head up and you let his hand fall to your chest. The CEO had a smirk on his face when he looked at you.

“That was the plan,” he told you.

“Bastard.”

“I know I am,” Derek said proudly.

you turned your head when you heard the doors open. You made to stand as council-members began to file in, but Derek’s hold on you tightened.

“No. Stay put.”

“You think they’re gonna take you seriously with me in your lap?” you asked quietly, turning your attention back to Derek.

“If I had some random person in my lap, probably not, but they know who you are,” Derek replied. “Why are you making it seem like it’s a big deal?”

“Because…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain. Being this close to Derek made it hard for you to think about anything but him, about where you wanted him to put his hands, his mouth. You squirmed a little in a half-hearted attempt to get free. That didn’t help, only made you think of another, more enjoyable way you wanted to be moving on him.

“Hold still. Now you’re just being undignified.”

You know what? Two can play at this game.

you firmly ground your ass down against Derek, put your mouth to his ear. “Whatever you say, CEO. ”

Derek made a growling sound low in his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the members of the council.

“Mr. Danforth, we’re all here, if you’re ready to begin.”

Derek drew his head up. “Um, yes, I’m ready.” He tightened his hold on you, who was now looking at the council seated in front of you, determined to pay attention.

Your focus didn’t last very long. A minute or so into it, the hand that Derek had around your legs began to creep up your thigh. You glanced at Derek. Despite where his hand was going he seemed intent on the topic being discussed.

You tried to surreptitiously take Derek’s hand and slide it away, but you got your own slapped for it. Then Derek’s hand was back on your thigh.

Shit, Derek, not in front of everyone.

Embarrassed, you wanted to protest out loud, but Derek was in the middle of speaking. He palmed at you through your pants almost absentmindedly. you pressed your knuckles to your mouth to keep in any sound. A surprised little yelp made it through as Derek suddenly squeezed. The man looked to you, feigning surprise.

“you, do you have something to say?” He asked it politely, as one would ask their advisor for their opinion, as if the meeting were the only thing that was going on. Though, you knew that most advisors didn’t have their CEO ’s hand playing between their legs.

“N-nothing. Sorry to interrupt.” You had to school his voice into evenness as Derek squeezed again. You could feel his face going red. “Please continue.”

And, with a little nod, Derek did, seeming to pay no more attention to you. What he was doing with his hand said otherwise. He kept moving his hand through your pants and it took every ounce of self control to not buck into him. You bit at your knuckles, glanced at the council. They were all very pointedly looking at Derek’s face or each other, anywhere but at you. Some even had a slight pinkness to their cheeks.

Dammit, Derek, stop it.

His body was clearly negating that. You had to strain to keep your hips in place. You tried your best to keep any sound from coming out, but a small, needy whimper escaped you.

“Everything alright, you?” Derek asked, looking at you with complete obliviousness.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m-” Derek’s hand slipped under your waistband- “fine.” The word came out weak and breathy.

“You paying attention to what we’re talking about?” His fingers were now working torturously, moving slowly up and down.

“Um...” you felt angry and frustrated with Derek. Why did he feel the need to humiliate you like this in front of the council?

Right. He gets off on humiliating me.

“Uh…” What had Derek said the meeting was going to be about earlier? Granted, he’d told you while he’d been dozing after their usual morning romp. “Market conditions?” Your voice came out higher than usual, and you put your knuckles back in your mouth after you finished speaking. You shifted a little, planning on moving away from Derek’s hand, but your body had other ideas, instead moving into it. You gasped a little. You were sure that his face was the reddest it had ever been.

You were afraid he’d gotten it wrong and Derek was going to use that to humiliate you further, but he just nodded and looked back to the council. They continued their discussion, and you didn’t hear a word of it. All you could pay attention to was the way Derek’s hand moved with agonizing slowness. It set you alight with pleasant, maddening arousal. You dug your teeth into your knuckles, groaned quietly in frustration, hoping Derek wouldn’t call you out on the noise.

Derek rubbed his thumb in the right place. You released a moan into his hand before you could stop yourself or try to lower the volume of it. You squirmed a little in both embarrassment and want - need . You needed more . The councilman who had been speaking faltered for a moment, and you could feel your mortification digging a hole into you, but then the man continued, very clearly ignoring you. You still couldn’t help feeling like everyone in the room was staring at you. Though they were trying their best not to look at him, they knew what Derek was doing with his hand.

Then Derek stopped moving his hand altogether, just held onto you, and it was driving you crazy much faster than the slow movements had. Your breaths came hard as he fought with himself to not move. Sweat beaded at your temples.

After a minute or so, one man of the council stood, as if to leave. your chest swelled with relief.

“Um, perhaps we can discuss this later, sir,” he said. “You seem preoccupied.”

Please, Derek, just agree with him. you almost said it out loud.

“No, we’re not done yet. Sit and we’ll continue.”

You whined out of pure desperation, then instantly regretted the sound, though it had come out against your will. Surely everyone had heard it.

“Well, then your, uh, advisor-” the man paused and cleared his throat, looked to the floor for a moment, clearly uncomfortable- “seems preoccupied.”

Derek looked to you, winked at you, and he responded with a glare.

“No, they’re fine.” He began moving his hand again, ever so slowly, and you wanted to cry out of anger and frustration. You hated that Derek was tormenting you like this, wanted for him to dismiss the council so the both of you could do whatever you pleased.

The man sat back down, eliciting a whimper from you. You’ll have to suffer longer now.

Yoh paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the meeting, didn’t even bother trying to. The way Derek was touching you just felt so good. You tried your best to remain still and quiet, but the occasional quiet moan would slip out with a shift of your hips. By the time the meeting was drawing to an end, you were shaking with restraint, face and neck heated scarlet, sweat dripping down the sides of your face.

You let out a huge breath when the last council-member left and the door closed behind them. You sagged against Derek.

“ Ah… Oh gods, Derek, don’t do that!”

Derek bared his cock to open air, he was stroking it faster now with one hand while the other was taking care of you. Clutching at his hand, you were now moaning unashamedly. You wanted to cum, could feel that he was close to it too.

“Don’t do what?”

“What you just-!” you couldn’t finish, pleasure stealing your ability to speak. You became a mewling, writhing mess against Derek. Yes, this was what he wanted.

“Cum, baby. Come on.”

You sobbed with relief as your climax overtook you. Pleasure burned with sweet, hot release through your veins. You arched into Derek when it hit it’s peak, tightening your grip on his hand. The sensation drew the tears you have been holding back from your eyes.

Then it was over and you sagged against him. You wanted to rest against him for a moment, but Derek was pushing you down onto the floor before you could recover.

“Knees,” he ordered.

And before you could really process what was going on or what he was doing, you found yourself kneeling between Derek’s legs with his cock ready to be taken care of. You sucked him ravenously as he wanted it. Derek moaned and threaded his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” He applied pressure to your head. “Now choke yourself on it.”

You did so without hesitation, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, though it was difficult with it pressed right against Derek’s pelvis. Your throat calmed after a few moments, and one of Derek’s hands stroked praisingly over your face.

“You want me to bury myself in you like this?”

You bobbed your head up and down in a nod like you were supposed to when Derek asked you such a question. The movement had the CEO gasping and tugging at your hair.

“And are you gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded, pleased with the moan it brought from Derek’s lips. That meant he was doing your job as his lover well.

“Now up. Undress for me nice and slow.”

You did as you were told, standing and beginning to slowly pull your pants but not before glancing back at the door behind you. You bent down and took off the expensive shoes Derek gifted you (one of the many gifts he gave you ever since your relationship started). You kissed and suckled the head of Derek’s cock before taking care of your shirt.

Here you were now, standing naked in front of the CEO , who let his eyes roam over you though he has seen you like this a thousand times.

Derek ran a hand reverently up your body, starting from your thigh and tracing his fingers up over your abdomen towards one of the many hickeys he had left this morning. He rested his palm over the mark, your pounding heart.

“You’re hot,” Derek breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Before you could respond, he grabbed at your waist and yanked you forward. There was enough room on his big chair for you to place your knees on either side of him and straddle him. You were pressed against Derek and he sighed at the pleasure of it, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Derek’s left hand grabbed at your neck, his right brushing fingers over your lips. You knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, let him put three fingers inside. You closed your eyes as you did it, moaned around his fingers as if you was enjoying it. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked at them, didn’t stop even when Derek pushed them farther into your mouth and choked you.

“ Shit .” He let go of your neck, instead ran his hand over your back, over the once-smooth skin that was now puckered with countless hickeys. He groped at your ass and you moaned again, this one born of need.

Derek pulled his fingers from your mouth once he was satisfied that they were properly coated in saliva.

You gave a satisfied cry as one finger pressed into you, curved your body into it. You wanted Derek so badly it was nearly painful. His mouth was parted in heaving breaths.

Derek dipped his tongue into your mouth, pulled it back, and did so again. You tried to latch onto it with your lips but Derek wouldn’t let you.

“Use your words. What do you want?” He curled your finger inside of you, brushing that spot.

“Ah!” you arched into the touch, opening your eyes to meet Derek’s gaze. Lust burned in the CEO’s eyes. “I-I want you to kiss me.”

“Mm, what else?” He slid in a second finger.

“Want to ride you,” you gasped out. “A-and make you cum.”

Derek circled his fingers to open you up and you closed your eyes again to revel in the sensation. You wiggled yourself backwards onto those fingers. You would have continued letting your pleasure be known, but Derek silenced you with his mouth.

Derek kissed you as he usually did: like he was trying to eat you and suck out your soul. You loved it and tried to kiss back with the same passion, though you knew you could never match it.

Derek pulled his mouth away from yours, brought it down to suck at your throat above the collar. you tilted your head back, and Derek slipped another finger into you.

“ Yes”

“You like that, baby?” Derek rumbled against your neck.

“ Ungh , yeah.”

“More formal,” Derek commanded.

“Yes, CEO .” You gave a small cry as Derek bit at your neck, and part of you loved the pain of it.

“You want my dick?”

“Y-yes, CEO.”

“How badly?”

“So, so badly,” you whined. You rocked yourself on his fingers, a demonstration of what you’d do on his length. “I need it. Please.”

“You need your boss’ dick?”

“Oh gods, yes!”

Derek licked across your jawline and you moaned loudly at the action. You clenched your muscles around Derek’s fingers.

“Please, please, Derek.” He writhed desperately against him “ Please. ”

Derek chuckled against your neck, and you swore you almost climaxed from the sound of it, the vibration of it against you, the scratch of his beard. He nipped at you and you shuddered.

“Derek…” he pleaded.

Derek ceded to your begging and withdrew his fingers. He barely gave you time to take his cock and position it correctly before he was driving you down onto it, so fast that it hurt. You let out a pleased cry as it filled you.

“Oh gods , you!” You yelled, Derek going to grasp at your hips. For a moment neither of you moved, just basked in your connection, your heaving breaths mingling together. you felt Derek’s mouth near yours and you kissed him hard as you began rocking yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth, accepting his tongue when he shoved it inside. You sucked on it gently, using one of your hands to grab at Derek’s hair.

Derek used his hold on your hips to control your pace, forcing you to move slower. you loved and hated it, loved how it let the pleasure simmer inside of you, but hated how it wasn’t the ferocity you were craving. Though, with Derek you’d get that at some point.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, lowering his head to kiss at your collarbone. He moaned against your skin, pressed his lips to you in an honorary way.

“You happy now, darling?” Derek asked. you could feel him smiling.

“More,” you gasped out. You couldn’t hide that he was greedy when it came to sex, and there was no point. Derek was the one who had made you like this.

Derek’s teeth grazed your hardened right nipple and you whimpered, curved your chest into him. Derek complied with your wish, biting down hard on your nipple and working it with his tongue.

“Oh gods, Derek,” you got out breathlessly, the pain of his teeth shooting pleasure all over your body. You tried moving your hips faster, but he tightened his grip till it hurt, fighting against your movements.

“No, you. Slow for now, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Once you agreed, Derek brought his attention to your other nipple to reward you. It felt so good you wanted to cry, a small sob escaping your lips. You clawed at Derek’s chest with one hand, the other still with fingers twined in his hair.

After sucking quite generously on your nipple, Derek brought his head up, kissed you briefly. His grip loosened on your hips.

“I’ll leave the lead to you. Let me see what you want.”

“Yes, Derek.” you were relieved to be allowed to do what you wanted. You put your hands on Derek’s shoulders to steady yourself, used your legs to move over his cock, raising yourself up and then slamming back down. The sound of slapping skin only aroused you more. Derek’s moans sent goosebumps on your arms and sent pleasant tingles through you.

“My cock is good enough to make you cum.”he growled.

“Ah shit! Yeah, baby, right there. Move just like that. Move just like that for me.”

Derek cursed profusely as you moved on him voraciously. You pounded pleasure into his nerves, and it just built in intensity with each movement.

After a minute or so you were reaching your end. Pleasure roped violently through your body and you shouted. You didn’t stop moving though, knew that you weren’t allowed to truly be finished until Derek was. You rode through your climax and past it, the sweetness of it reaching a point that was unbearable. You sobbed, tears in your eyes, your insides throbbing and oversensitive, but still, you kept on.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing great,” Derek encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”

You slowed your movements, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t, Derek.”

“Yes you can. Faster. I’m almost there. Just a little more, come on.”

You knew you had no choice but to obey him, didn’t want to face the consequences of not, and picked up your pace again.

“That’s it, love. Good job.”

It hurt in an almost delicious way, like forcing yourself to eat something that was too sweet. You wanted it at the same time you didn’t, the feeling of Derek inside of you just too much to handle.

“You’re doing so good. So good. Come on. Come on . Almost there, almost there. Agh! That’s it! Yes! ”

you sobbed loudly at the sensation of Derek finishing inside of you. It was too much for your body to handle. Once it was over you made to move off of him, your legs already trembling in the mid air, but Derek held you there with a grunt.

“No. Stay.”

“But-”

“Stay, just one more second.”

You gave up, sagged against him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Derek stroked a hand over your sweaty back.

You felt a hand stroking your face.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Anger suddenly hit you at those words. The gall of Derek to ask if he was okay, the audacity.You opened your eyes, planning on snapping at him, but you saw the smile on your face and the anger melted away. You smiled back.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lifted your head, pecked Derek on the lips. “Better than okay.”

“Good, ’cause I have to fill you in on that meeting.” Derek’s grin turned devilish. “It wasn’t actually about market conditions.”

“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Despite your words, you laughed, and Derek joined in.

127 notes · View notes