#beekeeper 2024

[joshfutturman]

ੈ♡˳ fem!derek character.ai bot

ok so after making that fem derek art: darlene, i created a bot for her! the premise is: you've just been hired by her mother as a personal assistant for darlene (but you're moreso there to babysit her and make sure she keeps out of trouble). she's a brand new bot, so pls be patient as the bot begins to learn how to write properly! her opening is below!

'Darlene tuts and leans back in the white leather chair in her mothers office, making it squeak under the pressure. She was waiting for you, impatiently, her new assistant. Her mother had hired you to ensure Darlene behaves, a babysitter essentially, but Darlene is under the impression you're here to work as a regular personal assistant.

Crossing her legs and bringing them up to rest on the desk, her black high heels digging into the wood, she looks around, clearly disinterested. That was, until the door opened.

In you walk and her eyes are immediately on you, sitting up a little as something has finally captured her interest. Her eyes gaze up and down your figure as if she's committing you to memory.

"You're my new assistant?" She grins in disbelief, poking her tongue against her cheek, "Really?" Fresh meat. Fun.'

[naughtygirl286]

We did some movie pick ups recently one of these might be a bit controversial that one being Madame Web on 4K. Now I did not think it was as bad as people made it out to be and I do have my own opinion on it but I did pick it up to be fair. I also picked up the newest DC Animated movie Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths - Part Two as we always so with the DC animated and we have one more to go to the end I am excited for this and can't wait to watch them all back to back. Also I picked up My Adventures with Superman Season 1 which is only on DVD which I thought was strange it wasn't put on Blu-ray and finally we picked up Jason Statham action movie The Beekeeper on 4K which I had a bit of a problem trying to get. You can easily get it on Blu-ray or DVD no problem but trying to get it on 4K it took me a while which included one failed attempt but I finally got it so I was happy.

[the-masked-reviewer]

The Beekeeper (2024) Review

Potential spoilers ahead...

This film is interesting and exactly what you want based off of the trailers. It's very played up and exaggerated in terms of the score and sound design. For example, many of the punches sounding more cartoonish than realistic. The fight scenes are very well choreographed and visually interesting. Many of the deaths are creative and add to the proof that Clay, the main character and The Beekeeper, is on another level when it comes to accomplishing his goal. One of the fight sequences includes two of my favorite deaths and great examples of the creativity; a man getting split in half by a falling elevator and one where clay hangs a guy mid fight and the camera follows him as he uses the guy as a pulley to get out of the ceiling.

For an R rated action full of creative deaths and big fights, there is a distinct lack of blood. For instance in one of the fight scenes we see Clay shoot a guy in the face twice, and you are clearly shown blood splattering up but the next cut reveals that he has almost no blood on his face or clothes, despite this happening in the middle of the final fight and them actually showing blood splatter.

This movie uses some absolutely amazing framing, the camera movement and what they choose to focus on in both close up and range shots is just expertly done. The bee symbolism and parallels are extremely present and allow the audience to predict where the story is going, especially the moment framed as the twist. The cast does wonderfully at portraying their character, and the acting adds so many layers and interest to the entire story.

[celticcatgirl2]

Saw the movie The Beekeeper (2024) with a couple of friends!!! It was very fun :3

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My band teacher told me I would never make it in the world as a musician (both I and he know I want to be a beekeeper/painter) and then shot me from two inches away.

[hoziergifsdaily]

Andrew Hozier-Byrne + beekeeping (2/2) requested by anonymous

[freak-accident419]

there are 206 bones in the human body…

207, if i’m watching the beekeeper.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔫

Derek Danforth x male reader

Summary: At a stiflingly dull party, an opulent celebration of Derek Danforth’s mother’s election as President of the United States, you escape to the garden for some fresh air. There, a late-night encounter by the pool turns into a game of strip pong with unexpected stakes. With your terrible aim, some steamy and passionate moments develop between you two.

Warnings: male reader. Derek being a tease. Stranger to lovers. Relationship with your boss. Strip pocket. Gay. Gay smut. Pool sex. Handjob. Anal sex.

This can also be found on wattpad and ao3

Words count: 4500 words.

The party inside the beautiful villa had been a grand affair, an opulent celebration of Derek Danforth’s mother’s election as President of the United States.

You had grown tired of the stifling heat inside, the air thick with the smell of expensive cigars and the sweet tang of vape pens. The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating, and you needed a break. Slipping away from the main room, you made your way through the sliding glass doors and out onto the patio, grateful for the cool night air that greeted you.

You could still feel the haze of smoke clinging to your clothes, a mixture of cigars and expensive vape clouds that had permeated the air all evening.

The pool lay before you. It was massive, almost the size of a small lake, with perfectly smooth edges that mirrored the elegant design of the villa. At the center of the pool, a small fountain burbled softly, its stream of water arcing gracefully before cascading down into the pool with a gentile splash.

The smell of the water was strong, an almost overpowering scent of chlorine mixed with something floral, like jasmine or honeysuckle, carried on the breeze.

You took in the scene around you, the few remaining guests were sprawled out on the lounge chairs or even directly on the grass, passed out from too much alcohol, their expensive outfits now rumpled and askew.

You walked over to the edge of the pool and sat down, dipping your feet into the cool water. The sensation was immediately refreshing, the chill of the water a welcome contrast to the heat of the villa. You let out a long sigh, feeling some of the tension of the evening melt away as you gazed out at the water.

After a few minutes of peaceful solitude, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You turned around and saw Derek, the CEO and your boss, standing there with a curious expression on his face. He was dressed, as usual, in an eccentric ensemble. In one hand, he held a vape pen, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his pants.

His shirt, a crisp white button-down, was slightly undone at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned skin underneath.

His eyes locked onto yours as he took a slow draw from his vape.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice was smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. "Taking a little break here all alone?"

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his attention, though you tried to play it off with a casual shrug. "It was getting a bit stuffy inside," you replied, trying to keep your tone steady. "Needed some fresh air." Derek chuckled, taking a slow drag from his vape before exhaling a plume of smoke

into the night air.

"Smart move. The party's winding down, but it looks like some people couldn't handle their liquor," he said, glancing over at the passed-out bodies on the lawn. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"

You laughed nervously, trying to focus on something other than the way he was looking at you, like he was sizing you up.

"Yeah, it's definitely been... eventful"

He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Eventful. That's one way to put it."

"So," he said after a moment, breaking the silence, "what do you do for fun at these kinds of things? Besides, sit by the pool and look hot, of course."

You laughed, a little flustered by the compliment. "Honestly? I'm not really sure. I'm not usually the one to go all out at parties like this."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "Really? So, you're saying you're not into the usual antics?"

You shrugged, trying to downplay your nerves. "I guess I'm more of a low-key kind of person. I like to people-watch, maybe find a quiet corner to relax in."

"People-watch, huh?" He seemed amused by that. "I guess you've had quite the show tonight then."

"Definitely," you agreed, smiling. "There's never a dull moment when people start drinking”

He nodded, his gaze shifting to the passed-out guests around the pool.

He took another drag from his vape, exhaling slowly, the vapor curling around his face before dissipating into the night. "It's a shame, really. Most of these people have no idea how to enjoy themselves. They just drink until they pass out.”

You glanced over at the passed-out guests around the pool, their limbs sprawled out in various awkward positions. "It does seem like they missed the point of the party."

Derek's smile widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "That's the problem with these kinds of parties. People drink to impress, to prove they can keep up, and then they end up like...” He gestured vaguely toward the garden, where a few guests were passed out, one even snoring softly “...that. But you seem to be doing just fine."

You felt your blush deepen, his words and the way he was looking at you sending your heart racing. "I guess I just know my limits."

"Smart," He said while taking a step closer, there was something in the way he was looking at you, a glint in his eye that made your heart skip a beat.

"But where's the fun in that?"

Derek's smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he took another step closer, now standing right beside you. His gaze lingering on your face a little too long.

In a desperate bid to break the intensity of the moment, you glanced around and spotted a table set up near the pool, red cups lined up neatly on either end. A sudden idea struck you, something that might shift the dynamic, give you a moment to breathe, and perhaps, just perhaps, figure out what Derek really wanted.

"Wanna play a game?" you asked, your voice a little too eager, a little too breathless, but you didn't care. You needed a distraction, something to break the spell he had over you.

Derek raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

You pointed to the table. "Beer pong. Or, well, whatever's in those cups."

He followed your gaze and then looked back at you, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You want to play beer pong? With me?"

You weren't oblivious to his allure, to the sharp edge of attraction that had been simmering between you all night, but you wanted more than that. You wanted to see if there was something real beneath the surface, something beyond the flirtation and the power plays.

You could tell he was used to people trying to win his favor, trying to seduce him for their own gains, but you wanted something different. You wanted to see if he was interested in more than just the thrill of the chase, if there was something real and tangible behind that carefully constructed facade.

He seemed to sense your intention, and for a brief moment, something in his expression softened, as if he were considering the possibility that you might be different, that you might be someone worth spending time with, not just another conquest. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to make you hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Derek Danforth than what meets the eye.

"Why not?" you challenged, standing up and taking a step closer to him, the playful energy between you two only growing stronger. "Unless you're afraid I might beat you”

Derek laughed, the sound low and rich. "Afraid? Not at all. But I think we should make it more interesting than just a game."

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, his eyes scanning your body with unabashed interest. "What do you have in mind?"

He took a step forward, closing the distance between you until there was barely any space left. "How about this, every time one of us scores a point, the other has to take off a piece of clothing."

You felt your breath catch in your throat, your mind reeling at the proposition. But the excitement in his eyes, the challenge in his voice, was impossible to resist. "Deal," you said, your voice a little breathless.

Derek’s grin was wickedly sharp as he sauntered to the table, stepping casually over a passed-out guest without a second thought.

The table was covered in a haphazard array of red solo cups, each containing a small amount of different kind of alcohol. You picked up one of the cups and sniffed it, trying to guess what was inside. Vodka, maybe? Or gin? You weren't sure, but it was definitely potent.

"This is going to be interesting," you said, setting the cup back down and taking your position on one side of the table.

Derek took his spot across from you, a confident smirk on his face as he casually rolled up the sleeves of his green suit jacket. "I hope you're ready to lose," he teased, picking up a ping pong ball and twirling it between his fingers.

You lined up your first shot, your hands trembling slightly with the combination of nerves and the anticipation of what was to come. The ball sailed through the air, but your aim was off, and it bounced off the rim of one of Derek's cups before rolling away. A soft groan of frustration escaped you, only to be met with Derek's quiet, knowing laughter from across the table.

"Not your best start," Derek teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he picked up his ball. He rolled it between his fingers, his gaze locked onto yours with a look that made your stomach flip.

With an almost lazy flick of his wrist, Derek sent the ball sailing across the table. It landed squarely in one of your cups, splashing down into the liquid below. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression smug, and you could tell he was enjoying every moment of this.

With a quick glance at Derek, who was watching you with an expectant grin, you reached down to remove your shoes. Derek groaned loudly, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Shoes? Seriously?" he complained, though his tone was more playful than accusatory. "That's cheating, and you know it"

You feigned innocence, batting your eyes at him. "What? I thought we said any article of clothing."

"You're lucky you're cute, or I'd call foul on that move.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Derek had a way of looking at you that made your thoughts scatter, his intense gaze never leaving you, even as he casually tossed the ball into yet another one of your cups.

"Another point for me," he declared, his grin widening as he watched you. "What's it going to be this time?"

With a sigh, you knew you were running out of options. You reached down, pulling off your socks next and tossing them aside, leaving your feet bare on the cool marble tiles.

The chill of the ground against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside you, both from the alcohol and from Derek's relentless flirting.

Derek watched you closely, his eyes darkening with something you couldn't quite place. "Getting closer," he murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "But you've still got a long way to go."

The alcohol in the cups wasn't helping matters. Each time Derek landed a shot, you had to drink the contents of the cup.

The whiskey was sharp and burned as it went down, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

The gin was bitter, almost medicinal, and made you wince with its intensity.

The rum, though smoother, had a sweetness that clung to your tongue, making your head spin with its potency.

The alcohol worked its way deeper into your system, loosening your inhibitions and making it harder to keep your wits about you.

You could tell he was enjoying this, the way his eyes gleamed with victory each time you missed, the way his grin grew wider with each piece of clothing you were forced to remove.

Soon, you were left with only your shirt and trousers. The alcohol had started to blur the edges of your thoughts, making you slower, less coordinated. You lined up another shot, determined to at least get him to strip off more than just his shoes. But your aim was off, and the ball bounced harmlessly off the table, rolling away into the grass.

Derek didn't hesitate. With the same effortless grace, he sent the ball flying, and you knew before it even landed that you were in trouble. The ball splashed down into another one of your cups, and Derek's eyes met yours, his grin downright wicked.

"Well?" he prompted, leaning forward slightly as he watched you. "You know the rules."

You hesitated, glancing down at your remaining clothes. With a resigned sigh, you reached for your belt, unbuckling it slowly before slipping it off and letting it fall to the ground. Then, with more reluctance, you unbuttoned your trousers, sliding them down your legs and stepping out of them. The night air was cool against your skin, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you as you stood there in just your shirt and underwear.

You knew you were losing, but there was a thrill in the way Derek looked at you, in the way he seemed to savor every moment of your slow surrender.

You focused on the cup in front of you, trying to steady your hand despite the way your heart was racing.

The ball flew through the air, arcing perfectly before landing with a satisfying splash in one of the cups. Derek raised an eyebrow, impressed, as he reached for the bottom of his suit.

"Well, well," he said, slowly taking it off. "I hope you didn't use up all your luck on that shot." he remarked, his voice smooth and teasing.

You watched, your mouth going dry, as he shrugged off his suit and tossed it aside, showing his slightly unbuttoned white shirt that hugged perfectly his toned frame and revealed part of his hairy chest.

That smug bastard.

He didn't even give you time to recover. With a quick flick of his wrist, he landed another perfect shot, and you knew you were out of options.

You were down to just your shirt and underwear, with Derek barely having lost more than his shoes and shirt.

The imbalance was humiliating.

You glanced at Derek, who was watching you with that same intense gaze, and you knew what he was waiting for.

Swallowing your pride with the help of the alcohol, you decided to play into the moment. You stood up straighter, your hands going to the hem of your shirt. Instead of removing it, you tugged it down lower over your hips, covering yourself as best as you could, and then reached for your underwear.

You slipped them off, tossing them across the table at Derek. Derek's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, reaching out to catch your underwear mid-air.

He held them up with a triumphant grin before dropping them over his shoulder, letting them hang there like a trophy, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Now that's what I call a proper forfeit."

You couldn't help but laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation only heightened by the alcohol buzzing through your veins. "Enjoying yourself?" you teased, though you were acutely aware of how exposed you were now.

"Immensely," Derek replied, his voice a little huskier than before. He paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on your nearly bare form, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his gaze.

"I give up," you admitted, raising your hands in defeat. "You win.”

The only consolation was that you did manage to get him to strip off some of his own clothing. His green suit jacket went first, then his shoes, leaving him in just his shirt and pants. But even as you stripped him down, you knew it wasn't enough.

Derek's grin widened, but there was something softer in his eyes as he looked at you. "Are you sure?" he asked, though there was no mistaking the satisfaction in his tone.

"Yeah," you replied, laughing softly as you leaned against the table for support.

He chuckled, stepping around the table to approach you. His presence was overwhelming, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint traces of alcohol on his breath as he stopped in front of you. "I'll take my victory then, with you as my prize." he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

Before you could react, he reached out and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. The sudden contact made your breath hitch, and your hands instinctively went to his chest for balance. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart under your palms.

With a swift motion, Derek lifted you onto the table, his movements fluid and practiced. The cold surface pressed against your thighs, but the sensation was quickly overshadowed by the warmth of Derek's body as he leaned in closer. His lips crashed against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss that took your breath away. All the tension that had been building throughout the game exploded in that

moment, the intensity of his kiss leaving you dizzy.

You could taste the remnants of the alcohol on his lips, a mix of whiskey and something sweet, mingling with the heady sensation of finally giving in to the attraction that had been simmering between you all night.

Derek's hands roamed over your body, sliding under your shirt. Your mind was a whirlwind of sensations, your senses overwhelmed by the way he made you feel.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're something else," he murmured, his voice thick with want.

"You're not so bad yourself" you managed to reply, though your voice was breathless, your thoughts scattered by the intensity of his gaze.

Derek's lips curled into a grin, and before you could say anything else, he was kissing you again, harder this time, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you closer. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat between you almost unbearable, and you couldn't help but moan into the kiss, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.

After the intense kiss on the table, Derek pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He gently helped you down from the table, his hands lingering on your waist as he did. "What do you say we take this somewhere more private?" he suggested.

But as you both turned to head back into the villa, you realized that the party had left no room unoccupied. Through the large windows, you could see that every bedroom, lounge, and even some hallways were filled with passed out guests or couples who had claimed their spots long before you two had even thought to look.

Looks like privacy's in short supply tonight.

You extended your hand to retrieved the underwear you had playfully tossed at him earlier. Derek raised an eyebrow at your bold move, watching with keen interest as you stepped back, quickly slipping your underwear back on.

Just as you finished adjusting them, a sudden force hit you, and you gasped as Derek pushed you, sending you tumbling backward into the pool. The cold water swallowed you instantly, shocking your heated skin and taking your breath away. You surfaced quickly, spluttering and laughing as you wiped the water from your face, your hair sticking messily to your forehead.

"You jerk!" you called out, laughing even as you cursed him, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet night. Derek's laughter boomed across the poolside, deep and unrestrained, clearly enjoying your reaction.

Derek's grin was wide and unrepentant as he began stripping off the few clothes he had left. His movements were quick and efficient, and before you knew it, he was down to just his boxers. With a playful wink in your direction, he dove into the pool, cutting through the water with the same ease and grace he seemed to approach everything else in life.

He swam towards you rapidly, the cool water parting as he moved, and within moments, his strong arms wrapped around you from behind. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled you close, his chest pressing against your back, maneuvering your body until you were flush against the smooth tile wall of the pool, trapping you between the unyielding surface and his firm, solid presence.

"You look good like this," Derek murmured, his voice a low growl that dripped with desire as his lips hovered just above your ear. "Wet, breathless, and all mine."

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers splaying out across the hard muscles there.

Derek's lips found yours again, and the kiss was everything you had been craving. It was deep, almost bruising in its intensity, filled with the pent-up desire that had been building between you all night. His tongue parted your lips, and you welcomed him eagerly, your own tongue tangling with his as the kiss deepened.

His mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and he bit down, not gently, but with a force that made you gasp, the pain melding into pleasure so intense it left you dizzy. His kisses were hot and demanding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he moved lower, his lips finding the sensitive spot just above your collarbone. You gasped, your head tilting back to give him better access, and he took full advantage, his tongue flicking out to taste the water on your skin.

The scent of chlorine filled your senses, sharp and pungent. It mingled with the heady, masculine scent of Derek's cologne. A fragrance that was rich and woody, with undertones of leather and spice.

His hands continued their exploration till they were groping your butt, pulling you even closer against him. He squeezed, and a low, involuntary moan escaped your lips, swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you deeper, harder, lifting you slightly so that you were almost weightless in the water.

"Derek..” you breathed, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer, like a plea. You weren't even sure what you were asking for, only that you needed more of him, needed him to touch you, to kiss you, to make you forget everything but the way he made you feel.

He growled again, a deep, primal sound that made your pulse quicken. "I know," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. "I know"

Each time his mouth claimed yours, he deepened the kiss with a fervor that left you gasping. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, tasting, claiming, and savoring the essence of you.

"You're my good slutty boy," he murmured against your skin. His voice was rough, tinged with a possessiveness that both terrified and thrilled you.

The water sloshed around you, the sound of it punctuating the quiet night, a symphony of soft splashes and the labored breaths that escaped both of you as you moved together.

The taste of the alcohol lingered in your mouth. It mingled with something more, a distinctive personal flavor that was uniquely yours.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as if he was trying to absorb every last drop of you, as if he had decided that he wanted to always taste the essence of the drinks through your mouth from now on, a craving that could only be satisfied by you.

He squeezed your butt again, his fingers digging in just enough to make you arch against him, seeking more, needing more.

His hand moved forward, slipping past the elastic rim of your boxers, digging his hands inside the garment and against your prick.

They were pulling, squeezing, torturing you in the best way possible.

“Derek...” you gasped, gripping the rounded, concrete edge of the pool. You could feel something jabbing at your butt, rubbing along the cheeks while he started jerking his hips.

He yanked down your boxers, startling an awkward yelp from you as he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

When he pulled out his fingers, his other hand still in your hair, he drove the slick digits down along the submerged line of your buttocks. Without warning, he stuck one of them inside, all the way to the second knuckle.

You jerked. “-Aah – wha –D-Derek...” you gasped brokenly through the burn of Derek’s finger-fucking.

“Only getting started,” Derek ground out, pumping his finger hard into the tight flesh. “I’m gonna fuck you til you scream.” He added, breathy and low.

Derek’s voice grated over the ebbing pain, grinding raw pleasure into you.

A third finger struck at your loosened inner muscles. The overpowering burn forced his eyes shut, and an, “Ah-oh –oh God, oh God...” from your lips.

The fingers drew out of you, and in a few second’s adjustment, something vaster pushed past the outermost rim. You gasped – you almost couldn’t breathe – oh fuck.

“Got a –hnng– a tight ass – fuck,” Derek groaned as he shoved himself in further, grinding his hips against your ass.

Those merciless thrusts pounded you faster, deeper, leaving you gasping desperately for air like a fish out of water. Then the hilt of Derek’s length slammed up against something, and just as you were told, you started screaming.

He fucked you senseless, hard at a wild pace, fucked you until with one long cry you quaked and reeled with blissful tremors. Derek grunted and came inside while you tensed around his cock, filling you up with hot liquid.

As the final waves of pleasure washed over you both, your bodies trembled in the aftermath, still intertwined in the cool water of the pool. The night air was filled with the sound of your labored breathing, mingling with the gentle lapping of water against the tiles.

Derek's strong arms remained around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath.

After a few moments of silence, Derek leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against your ear. His voice was low, intimate, filled with a promise that sent a shiver down your spine. "Come home with me," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

“We're not done yet."

There was something irresistible in the way he said it, a quiet command that you had no intention of refusing.

You nodded slightly, your heart racing again at the thought of what more the night could hold.

As you both slowly untangled yourselves, Derek's hands lingered on you, as if reluctant to let go even for a moment.

Once you were out of the water, the cool night air hit your damp skin, making you shiver slightly. Derek was quick to drape a towel around your shoulders, his usual commanding demeanor softened by an unexpected tenderness.

He wrapped his own towel around his waist, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to gather up his clothes, handing you yours as well.

Once you were both dressed, Derek took your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. He led you through the quiet villa, the remnants of the party now nothing more than a distant memory.

As you walked, Derek's mind was already working, calculating and planning.

He had been thinking about you long before tonight, and now, after what you had shared, he knew he wanted to keep you close, much closer.

Promotion, he thought to himself,

would be the perfect excuse to see you more often, to keep you within reach.

After all, someone as talented and intriguing as you deserved recognition, didn't they?

Note: If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.

[peetapiepita]

Save me, Josh Hutcherson in The Beekeepr, save me.

I'm damn proud I managed to save this capture from the weird ass lighting. But thank you David Ayer for this shot. It's heavenly.

That squint and you might miss sheen of sweat. Gosh, it's delicious.

Credit if repost!!!

[litteralyjustawriter]

Derek Danforth NSFW Bullet List / Headcanons (gender neutral)

Has a jacobs ladder piercing but he has it pierced every 2cm instead of every inch (~2.5cm) to make it appear longer.

Whimpers but will never admit it. Gets rougher when you tease him about it.

Sorry to all my people who need male validation but he would never praise you, even if he was held at gunpoint he would still degrade the hell out of you.

Has the sex drive of a teenage boy and has definitely been caught jacking off or watching 🌽 in the office

Definitely a "why would you need toys if you have me" type of guy but because of his sex drive, whenever you're down he is.

LOVES having sex (especially receiving head) in risky places. In the car, under his desk, bathroom at his mom's place, anywhere and everywhere it has been done.

Katoptronophilia, mirror sex. He loves being able to see every part of you and making you watch what he does to you.

Nipple piercings :3

"slut", "whore", "cock slut", "toy/doll", "naughty thing", "mine", ect.

REFUSES to sub but when he's desperate and/or close he begs like crazy.

Huge ownership kink, if anyone is staring at you at a party he'll pull you to the nearest empty room/bathroom and absolutely cover you in hickeys, maybe even have a few rounds with you to make sure you remember that no one could take care of you the way he does.

Pansexual and non-monogamous, doesn't care who he gets to dick down as long as it's someone.

[billys-slutcherson]

'I'd Rather Stay Here' 18+ MDNI

Derek Danforth x F!Reader

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Oneshot:

Insatiable for you, Derek convinces you to ditch the party. Eager to have his way dominating you, away from prying eyes. Desperately, you wouldn't dream of passing up the chance…

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Dom/Sub, Light Dom/Sub, Dom/Sub Play, Grinding, Dry Humping, Wet & Messy, Naked Female X Clothed Male, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Choking, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Doggy Style, Creampie, Overstimulation

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Derek's palm slinked against the satin of your evening dress as he pushed you into his exquisite bedroom. He'd been eyeing you the entire evening, flirting mercilessly. Not caring who was within earshot. 

Shameless in how he spoke, how he bordered on vulgar. Yet, it worked. 

Every. Time.

Derek was not your type. Not in the slightest. Cold in attitude, unexpectedly callous and fuck, a cocky little shit at times.

Yet, you still came crawling back for more. Like a sickness. An inexplainable fervour.

It was unhealthy, an infatuation. 

With your mind already filtering to perverse fascinations, his hand shifted to yours, fingers intertwining. Tugging you roughly into the room, he slammed the door shut, using your body, as your back pushed against it. Sinking his forehead into yours, as his eyes flicked over your low-cut dress. Then darting them back to meet your gaze. The way he licked at his lips was very indicative of his intentions.

You felt a familiar gratifying rush of lust simmer in the pit of your stomach. Silence hanging in the air. As you shared that intense look. Heavy breaths hang against your lips. 

"God look at you...” He broke the silence, fixating on your body. His palm weaved against your hair, loosening the clip that pinned it in place. As it fell downward. Reaching his palm to brush the strands from your cheek. You swallowed harshly as he did. His touch felt like fire dotting across your flesh. 

Fingertips looped under the thin straps of your dress, as his nails dragged against your collarbone. Dipping your eyes downward to watch his touches, as your heart raced. Skin prickled with goosebumps. 

"Look at me..." He seized under your chin as he said it. Cringing as you felt your bottom lip flutter. Face all flustered, as the colour of your cheeks warmed. 

"Fuck, you are already so needy, huh? Look at you, all pretty and pink...” He hummed melodically as he toyed with your ego. 

“I want to break you..." He sneered.

"I bet your panties are already dripping...aren't they?" He ridiculed, pulling your face forward in his hand, he kissed you with a thirst you'd never quite experienced. Pinning your hips back against the door frame. Using his weight to hold you there.

"D-derek..." You barely manage to whimper. It was like he was choking you. Smothering you with his fierce kiss.

Pressing his lips deeper, he demanded attention.

Palms pawed at your waist as his fingertips burrowed into you, marking your skin beneath the dress. One hand firmly groped up your waist, as it slithered across your chest again. Smoothing over your right breast. Feeling your nipple perk upward under the silken fabric. He pinched it, as he rolled it between his thumb and index finger. Looking down at you as he dragged his tongue against your lips. Watching for your reaction. 

Hyperventilating as you yearned for him. To feel him throw your body against the bed. To be used. He wore you down, you could feel yourself tremble against him. 

"That's a good girl.." He taunted. As you turned a deeper shade of pink. 

"D-don't... don't call me that." You hissed, as he raked his teeth against your neck almost a little too roughly, pleas escaped your mouth for him. 

He scoffed lightly.

"Don't be such a little prude. I know what you are, how undeniably desperate you are. You fucking crave me." His words were like torture. However, the best kind.

You clenched your hands into fists against the arms of his suit jacket. Fingers tightened, threatening the stitching, as you steadied yourself. Feeling him roll his sleeves over his flexed forearms. Thinking of his hazy stare

Pulling his lips from yours slowly, as he broke the kiss. Hearing your frantic little breaths escape. Strings of spit pulled between your mouths. His hand grips under your chin once more, pushing your head back with a gentle thud against the door. Forcing you to look at the ceiling. As you let out those little whimpers he hoped for. Feeling as his hand wandered, stroking his hot palm at your exposed thigh in the slit of your dress.

"Hush, all those little noises and I am barely touching you... Tell me where you want my hand." He urges. You were all flustered and frustrated as you shook your head, his palm slid along your jaw, and he moved it to your neck. Fingers wrapping around it. Squeezing lightly.

"Go on, use your words for me." He taunted.

Stuttering as you try to speak, you whisper in a stifled squeak. 

“Please...T-touch me, please... I need you Derek” Stammering as you watched him lick your spit from his mouth that curled into a devious smile. Wasting no time. 

His palm curved over your delicate lace underwear. Fingers threatening as they arched upward. Stretching the thin material of them. Pushing the panties into your sloppy wet hole that begged. Begged to be caressed. Puckering your lips as he did. Trying to grip his tense forearm. For a moment feeling his veins peek and tighten against the muscle. Your fingers grazing against. However, his other hand stopped you promptly. Without a word. You knew better. 

Your legs started to shake, as your balance waivered in the high heels. Heaving breaths escaped you, as he coaxed more noises from your despairing sweet body. Satiating his need. His hunger. 

“That’s it..you're needy, aren't you baby girl? My little slut.” He groaned. Fingering the lace in and out of your pleading cunt. Watching your lips shake as you moaned into the air from him. Feeling the sweat build on your neck, he pressed his palm more forcefully against it. Fingers coiled around it tighter. But it only heightens your high-pitched cries. Tears threatened as you felt a flutter of shame. As he only further pinned you into the hardwood of the door. 

A ringtone buzzed in his pocket. Though, without a shred of reluctance, he ignored it. Focused solely on you. As his fingers fought. Pushing your panties aside vigorously. Curling his middle finger in first, you banged your head back against the door. It creaked loudly against your shivering body. You heard as people passed by the room. The party continued without you both.  

Derek was deliberate.

Knowing you’d be heard. 

Finding it gratifying, how soft and broken you were for his caress. Taking his hand from your neck. Pushing it through your hair, tangling his fingers within. Showering wet breathy kisses along your jaw. Exhaling in short bursts of breath. 

You let your eyes flick between your bodies. Peeking at how the suit pants jutted upwards. His crotch pressing into your other thigh. Rocking. Grinding at you. You couldn't help but smirk slightly through your fluster. 

Derek's mouth sucked and marked your neck with deep pink love bites. They nipped and it only caused you to wriggle further. Biting against your shoulder for a second, sinking a second finger inside your pleading pussy. Then almost instantly a third finger nestled inside your folds. Drenching his palm in your pleading arousal, so much so your hips were shaking. Rocking against his palm. You pressed your head forward into the edge of his neck. On the edge of climax already.

“Don’t. Don't you dare." He growled. 

"Listen to me.. hey.. look at me." Leaning closely to your ear. "Not yet..”. He was gripping your throat pushing your head back to look at him. 

Your eyes shut as you couldn’t get your words out from the overpowering pleasure. 

“Fucking look at me while I am talking..” Slipping his fingers out as he spanked at your drooling cunt. Making you whine as your clit ached under the firm slap. Feeling suddenly hollow. Your hair gripped in his palm as he yanked you slightly towards his bed. 

Finally, you saw more of the room. Disorientated, your eyes scanned the over-the-top design. Obscenely extravagant. Much like him. 

Teal lace and black bedsheets spread across the four-poster bed. Draped with sheer hangings surrounding the top beams. Woodwork carved and all. Art was framed over the walls as he took you and pushed you back into the bed. You eyed the swirling carvings across his ceiling, till your eyes diverted back to him. Eyes beckoning you, darkly.

He crawled slightly, against you. Reaching to grip the split fabric in your dress. The slit that exposed your leg was so captivating, tempting him. His fingers gripped either side of the split, tugging at it further. The noise of the fabric splitting, tearing against your skin. Until your body was exposed.

“See, much better..” He grinned. Sneering as the phone only continued to buzz. 

“Open your fucking legs..” He demanded. And you obliged. It was torture. He wiped his thumb over his lip watching you. Cradling his hard-on through his pants as you did. Exposing your fingered pussy, dripping for him. Trickling against his sheets. 

“God look at that mess.. all for me? Such a good girl aren’t you?..” He smirked as he saw that stubborn resistance to his persistent use of the pet name. Tugging his suit jacket off he tossed it aside, pulling the remainder of your ripped dress aside. Hands stroking your exposed flesh. Starting to loosen only some of his shirt buttons till his chest was on show. Rolling his sleeves up further. 

Leaning over your body now, looking down at you. Basking in your vulnerable state. The scent of your sweet musk invaded his nostrils. Dipping his head down, he speckled your bare tits with kisses. Dragging his tongue over your left breast. The right one cupped in his palm as he massaged. Hungrily, suckling against that left nipple till it swelled in between his lips. Finding yourself grinding upward you failed to control your hopeless little noises. 

“Such a slut aren't you... you are mine. Say it.” He said sinfully. 

Hesitating at first. Coming completely undone. 

“Yours... I am y-yours... Dereks good girl..” You blurt out. A devilish laugh left his lips. Red washed over your skin, so completely lost in him.

“That’s my girl...” He bit at his tongue as he pulled his hand away. Patting at your ass cheek instead. Before he pulled back his palm, swatting to give a proper slap. The skin rippled. 

Derek's phone continued to ring, and that is when he lost it snatching it from his pocket. Frustratedly.

“Don’t stop. Okay?” He rasped. Dragging his hand away. As you suddenly longed for its return. Watching as his fingers were dripping with your pleasure still. His hands gripped your waist. Yanking your body down the bed, so your ass was perched against the edge. Pushing your thighs open some, as he began resting his knee between your legs. Shoving firmly against your pussy as it spread against his knee. He felt the slick pleasure stain through the material of his trousers. Using his soaked hand he forced his first two fingers into your mouth. Your cheeks burned as he did. Tasting your excitement on his skin. 

“Now suck." He insisted. Grinning wildly as you obeyed so willfully. 

"That's it, suck for me... I need you to try and be quiet, can you do that?..” He was not asking, this was his demand. Nonetheless, you nodded so eagerly. Rocking his knee back and forth, your hips jolt like there was electricity sparking through your veins. Stopping his movement he gestured.

“Show me what you need, grind for me.." Reaching for your hips, helping at first.  "That’s it..harder. I know you ..” He smiled deviously. Dragging the phone to his ear. 

“What the fuck do you want?.. Whatever it is, it can fucking wait. Do you think I just have time to wait around, fucking answering your calls?” he snarls. Hearing his rage you quicken your deprived humping. Obeying him. Whimpering as you suckled his fingers wetly. As he fucks at your mouth with them. Allowing you to suck their length. Staring, as if entranced for a moment.  

“I don’t give a shit." He hissed. His eyes never shifted from yours as you followed his instructions. Twitching within his pants. 

"It is simple. You fucking take the gun, shove it down that motherfuckers throat and you tell him, tell him what he is going to do or blow his fucking brains out.” He was frustrated. But also pent up. His eyes watched how divine you looked under him. 

Your eyes fluttered as you followed his instructions. Even as he spoke with such vindictive anger. Soaking against his suit pants. Drool leaving the corners of your lips. Edging at your own pace. Reaching that peak almost. A little faster. 

He watched you, barely listening to the panicked stranger on the other side of the phone. 

“Don’t fucking phone me till you are done…fuck off..” He stammered, hurling the phone across the room, as you heard it crack against the wall. He couldn’t wait any longer. Refusing to starve himself of his lust for you any longer.

“Are you intentionally teasing me?..." He bit his lower lip. Pressing his palms on either side of your head, leaning down. Inches from you as you sucked further against your fingers. Your eyes glazed with a burning need. 

"Making me fucking want you... you are so needy look at you.” Seizing your hips as he tore his nails against your skin. Firmly he flipped you to your tummy with ease. Kicking your heels apart with his foot. Rough in the heat of the moment. 

“Hands behind your back.” Rasping as the words spewed from his lips. With no moment of hesitation, you followed his directions. Wanting to feel him. How his girth splits you open. Stretching you. 

You started burying your face in the soft sheets as you brace for him. Your cunt yearning to feel him fuck you mercilessly. 

Loosening the buckle, he ripped his belt from his pants. Clutching it as he contemplated for a moment. His grin pulled at his lips as he looked down at your delightful body. Tracing his eyes over you. He eased his hand upward. Striking the belt down, the leather snapped against your asscheek. Pain rattled through you. Your head snapped back from the sheets as you screamed out erotically. Delicately, he petted your hair with his free hand as you nestled into his touch. 

"D-derek.." You sighed feverishly. "Again... p-please...” You whispered so quietly he barely heard at first. Watching you with such intensity, not entirely surprised, but taunting nonetheless.

“You kinky little whore..” His lips curled again. Spoiling you with this pathetic submission of yours. Raising the belt again. As it struck you hind a second time. Squeals left your quivering lips again. As the markings were raw. Dropping the belt beside you on the bed. Noticing the slick pleasure spilling between your thighs. Tracing your quivering sex with his thumb. 

He loosened the button of his pants, then slid the zip downwards. Not quite taking them off, though pushing his boxers out of the way within them. Taking his throbbing cock in his palm. Stroking himself as he gawped at your body below him. 'All mine' Derek thought to himself.

“You are such a good girl, aren't you? I’m so proud of how easy you break for me..” Mocking you affectionately. Bending as he said it. Exhaling atop your rear. Pecking the red marks he’d branded upon your butt. Stroking them under his thumb. As you mewled painfully.

Diverting his touch, he stroked your dripping pussy with his fingertips. Using your excitement to lube over his dick as he jerked. Stepping closer. Pushing his hips forward, as he grinds at your spread folds. Teasing his tip against your now swollen clit. Derek was just glad you could no longer see him as his head was thrown back. Gasping into the air.  

Unable to control yourself, your hips back into him. Trying to meet his rhythm. As he angled his body. Pushing you down, as he began sinking into you fiercely. His hips smacked against your ass, as he leaned his head back further, allowing his grunts to flow from him. 

“So fucking tight..” He grumbles. Kneading the skin of your waist under his touch. Tearing back from you, and slamming back inside your needy fuckhole, as you call out his name. Clawing at his bedsheets. 

Continuing that motion of his hips. Quickening. Grasping the back of your head. Shoving your face into the sheets. Muffling your beautiful sounds, as they only served to excite him too much.

Slipping his hand into the curve of your back. “That’s it..that’s it, baby girl..” He puffed. 

You were so close. He could feel it. How your walls clenched, he was pushing you further to your limit. 

“Not yet..” He growled. Sliding deeper. As the echo of his slaps against you filled the air. Slithering his hand around your hips. Tucking it under your body, fingers nestled between your thighs. Finding that pressure point. Circling over your clit, the swirling of his touch, drew further intense moans from your lips. 

Huffing out. Moaning under him as you lift your head. Catching your breath as your face glowed. That pressure built between your legs as your breaths grew increasingly dazed. Gritting your teeth. 

“D-Derek I can’t..please I need to..I need to...  Please let me” Your pleading could have melted him right there and then. Tempted to give in, though he kept fucking you with such greed. 

“You can do it... keep going. Don’t fucking stop..” He grunted. Getting harsher. Making it all that more difficult. His touches danced delicately down your clit. Kissing between your shoulder blades. Licking your sweat from his lips. 

With his free hand pulling your head back softly, he tucked your hair behind your ear. As he pounded at your pussy. His grunts turned to guttural moans. Pinning you in place, as he became ravenous. Too close for you now. Struggling to keep up with his own pace. 

“Be a good girl, and cum for me..” He murmured hotly against your ear. Tensing against you, the throb of his dick pulsating in your tender walls as you lost all control. Rolling your eyes back as you called out for him. Your orgasm squirted from you in waves. Spluttering against him in a wet little mess. Drenching the length of his cock fucking you, smearing over his naval. You felt as his thrusts grew sporadic.

His fingers dug firmly into your clit as he groped your body. Sliding every inch inside, he grunted out a deep melodic whine. Reaching his breaking point, spraying his cum deep inside of you. Unable to fathom pulling out, not now. Never. He twitched and struggled to compose himself. Shuddering against your body as he pulled back one last time and fucked the rest of his cum deep inside of you.

“Fuckkk you are such..a good girl. Holy shit”.Watching as you puddled under him. Dripping with his cream. He pulled his hips back to see the mess that trailed from you. Grinning. as he smeared it up and down your pink folds. Hearing your sensitive whimpers, as you struggle. Your clit was so tender as he only further teased. 

You peeked back over your shoulder. It was rare he looked so playful. Narrowing your eyes some. He caught your gaze. Raising his eyebrow, winking. Spanking that pretty ass of yours, as his sweat dripped from his chin to his chest. 

“Did you enjoy that?..” He hissed gripping you as you giggled, pushing you onto your back. To see your flustered cheeks as you covered them shamefully hiding your smile. 

As you toyed with him. He shook his head. 

“No way come on.. let me see how much of a pathetic mess I made you...” He rasps mischievously, climbing over you. Pulling at your palms. Pushing them on either side of your head. 

“Stop..” You complained. As he finally cupped your cheeks. Seeing how your mascara had smeared. And your lipstick was smudged. Deliberately you stare into his eyes, moaning for him. Under his mercy. 

“Such a mess. And yet I didn’t even force you on your knees..” He mocked. 

“There’s still time...” You pouted through a sly grin. 

Rolling off of you laughing. He laid on his back. The suit pants practically around his ankles now. Brushing back his curly highlights. 

“I don’t think we can go back downstairs if you don’t have a dress anymore..” He reminded you of the ongoing party below. Hearing the music rumble loudly. Likely due to the noise of the pair of you. Fucking like animals. 

He reached into the bedside drawer, clasping a pack of smokes. 

Parting his lips he rests a cigarette between them. The spark of the lighter sparked as it burned alight. Though you snatched it from between his lips before he got the chance to take a draw. 

You inhale softly. Leaning over him as you blow the smoke over his lips. Derek parted them. Inhaling the smoke from your breath.  

“I’d rather stay here anyway..” You smirked. 

“Oh, I bet you would..” Rolling against you pinning your hands above your head as scoffed. Nibbling against your neck as you writhed.

[joshfutturman]

the way im going absolutely fucking CRAZY over him rn.

[naughtygirl286]

Yes we went to see the new Jason Statham action movie this week called the The Beekeeper. Now first I have to say I do like me some Jason Statham lol. and while on our way down to the theater and right up to when the movie started we were all enjoying some bee related puns about the movie.

but in all seriousness the movie was great! I personally thought it was awesome. I think this movie was peek Jason Statham.

The basic story for this is he is a retired operative for this classified program code named "Beekeepers" hence the title of the movie but he is now living the quiet life on a farm that is owned by a elderly woman. he is pretty much the caretaker for the property and in his spare time he actually looks after Honey Bees and collects the honey I also think he maybe sells the Honey anyway.. The elderly woman gets scammed by one of those pop-up virus things that tell you your computer is going to explode unless you call the number on the pop-up. She looses all her money and even the money in charity that she was managing. So to make things right he goes after the scammers who are linked to a large multi national corporation he starts at the bottom and fights all his way to the top.

But like I said it was awesome the action and fights/stunts were all extremely good and very cool Jason Statham was perfect in this he had some good lines and there was some funny ones in there. while watching this I feel you believe in him and his character also in the reasons and motivations of his character as well. Like you are fully on his side in this movie. This also features the amazing Jeremy Irons in a somewhat villain role he is not the main villain but I don't want to say he is a Henchmen either he is more like the second in command to the main villain he is like a care taker. but everyone was pretty great in this.

but in the end everyone I went with seemed to have loved it. One of the ppl even said that it was one of the best Action movies he seen in a very long time. Which I would agree with and would say that it was so good that I wouldn't be surprised if there was The Beekeeper 2 in he near future So if you are looking for a excellent action movie to watch look no further then this one.

[error-worm]

i hate him 💖💖

[nemmet]

💸🐝 oh derek danforth, the terrible man you are… <3

[smokietaylor]

So I watched The Beekeeper last night and I cannot with this man 🤭 The fanfics will be on the way soon