#dr martin whitly

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Why is there something hot about Dr Martin Whitly explaining in detail how he would kill his son in a show's flashback, like What is wrong with me!!!

Michael Sheen got a severe hold on me lately. I'm properly binge-watching Prodigal Son. It's so fookin good!

#jamie talks #prodigal son #dr martin whitly #martin whitly #michael sheen

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Science Behind the Madness (Martin Whitly)

Martin Whitly x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You're lucky to have a sexual partner so versed in the science behind the female orgasm.

CW: medical play (gloves, patients chair, medical talk), thigh slapping, daddy kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, verbal humiliation. vaginal fingering

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“Did you know,” Martin says as he slides one gloved, lubed-up finger across your soaked slit. “The behind-the-scenes of the female orgasm is really quite fascinating.” He’s grinning that killer shark grin that you love oh so much. It’s not cute, that’s for sure, in fact, it’s terrifying. A true darkness lay beneath that grin, those eyes. And yet, despite this, that darkness turned you on like nothing else. 

“I-is it?” You stutter, clit already pulsing despite the fact Martin hadn’t even done anything yet. 

“Oh, yes,” he said, absent-mindedly fingering at your slit. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment. “See, right now? Your sweet little cunt is lengthening, the cells in your vaginal walls lubricating you. That’s called the ‘excitement’ stage. Not an overly scientific name, I know.” 

You squirm in the stirrups of the patient's chair, cunt clenching on nothing. Martin laughs, and flicks at your clit teasingly. 

“Even that pretty clitoris of yours is starting to swell, isn’t it? How sweet, I’ve barely touched you and you’re so needy for me.” Martin’s tongue flicks across his front teeth, his eyes finally splitting from yours down to look at your pussy. He spreads two fingers across your slit now, splitting your labia apart. Your cheeks flush at the vague humiliation of the act. 

“Oh, but not just your clit, hmm? No, your nipples, too, they start to engorge. I’ll bet they’re starting to get perky, now, aren’t they?” 

You whimper, chewing on your lip. You’re going to start grinding on his fingers soon if he doesn’t finger fuck you to within an inch of your life in the next two seconds. Martin seems to understand this and tuts mockingly before sinking those two fingers to the knuckle inside you. You groan with relief, that deep ache inside easing. 

“Oh, there she is. Look at that. Looks like you’re entering the plateau stage, sweetness,” his fingers start to move, stroking your inner walls and stretching you out before beginning to thrust. You moan openly, to which Martin shushes you with a loving grin. “Now, during the plateau stage, all your other senses are washed away as your brain starts to focus on your orgasm.” 

His fingers start thrusting harder, and you struggle to keep your knees from closing. Martin wouldn’t appreciate that, and he’d have to punish you. You weren’t in the mood for a punishment just now. He chuckles. From his angle, he can almost see your clit twitching and pulsing with pleasure. 

“Oh I know, darling, you want Daddy to play with that pretty clit, don’t you? Can’t cum without it, I know. It’s very common, actually,” his fingers fuck into you harder as he continues. “I believe it’s something like eighty per cent of women can’t finish without clitoral stimulation.” 

Your head drops back into the headrest. You’re panting, chest heaving and sweat beginning to bead along your skin. God, you want to cum. Martin knows exactly how to keep you from doing so, however. He’s got your insides mapped out like a surgical textbook. He knows exactly what spots to hit to make you keen, which spots to avoid that hurt, or which spots to ruthlessly slam into you to make you cum harder than a fountain hose. 

Right now, though, he’s making you wait for it. 

“Where was I?” His fingers slow, and he rubs his thumb over your clit in soft, thoughtful motions. “Oh, yes, the plateau stage. Do you notice how you’re breathing harder now? That’s part of the plateau stage, darling.”

His fingers start stretching you out again, thrusting back and forth, aiming directly for that spot that makes you see stars. 

“Some of the outer parts of the vagina start to engorge with blood,” he continues, completely engrossed by the view of his fingers disappearing and reappearing from your sopping cunt. “Your heart rate, respiratory functions and blood pressure continue to increase as you get closer to that precious orgasm.” 

You bite back the moans threatening to slip loose, and your thighs shake with the effort of staying open. 

“And when you orgasm, and you will- fucking- orgasm for me, darling, that’ll be a whole bunch of vaginal and pelvic floor muscle contractions. Oh, look at that, so close for daddy, hmm? Such a good girl for me, come on.” 

You’re getting so close now, muscles starting to tense, your mouth opening in a silent plea.

“That’s it, oh, look at you. Such a prime example of the female form, hmm? So exquisite. My darling, come for me.”

 

When you can’t even utter a word, and you seem to just be leaning against that precipice, Martin scowls, flashing a murderously determined look towards you. 

“My dear,” he warns. “If you don’t cum for me, you’re going to regret it, I promise you.” He brings his other hand forward, slapping lightly at the inside of your thigh. Your whole body jumps, and Martin tuts. “Come on, little slut, cum for Daddy. Right. Now.” 

His words push you over the edge, orgasm ripping through you. Martin laughs, fucking you through the waves of pleasure. Fucking you through those contractions. You moan wantonly, muscles finally giving in and starting to relax.

“There we go, right there, sweet thing,” Martin says, all smiles once again. “That’s the resolution stage. Post-orgasm the blood pumps back through your system and away from your pretty little cunt.”

 

His fingers had started to slow as your orgasm drained out of you, your clit pulsing pleasurably. It was almost too much. 

“Another interesting fact for you, my dear. Males tend to need time to recuperate after orgasm,” he goes on. You whimper as his fingers start to speed back up again, abusing your, overstimulated G-spot. “But women? Oh, they can go over, and over, and over again. Essentially no recuperation time.”

He scrunches his cheeks up teasingly, standing up from his chair to lean over you, his arm pistons back and forth harder now and without mercy. He was going to make you cum whether you wanted to or not. 

“Isn’t that just- fascinating? I think so. You’re going to cum for me. One more time. Or two, if I feel like it. Daddy wants to watch you come undone on his fingers. And if you’re a good little whore, daddy will fuck you good and proper later, honey, hmm?” 

You nod, head dropping back onto the rest behind you. Your whole body is convulsing with the stimulation. It doesn’t take long at all before you’re reaching that peak again, much to Martin’s visible pleasure. 

“Oh, that’s it. Cum all over daddy’s fingers, darling.” 

You whine, legs twitching with the aftermath of your second orgasm. Martin pulls the glove from his fingers, tossing it into the bin in the corner of the room. 

“See? Now, wait until I tell you all about the benefits of toys, my dear.” 

Martin smirks deviously. 

“That will certainly be a night to remember.”

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[wednesdayshadow]

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[bat0nchick]

#michael sheen #random photos #prodigal son #dr. martin whitly #far from the madding crowd #william boldwood #wilde 1997 #robbie ross #dead long enough #harry jones

[mysticaltastemakerwitch]

Michael Sheen as Dr. Martin Whitly in "Prodigal Son"

#michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #prodigal son #dr. martin whitly #serial killer #brilliant

[y1pperk1p]

I’m in love with this show ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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[my-fa1ry-k1ng]

My account is very quickly becoming a place for my to shove all my Michael Sheen pictures and I think that's a vibe

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[invisibleicewands]

#Michael Sheen #Twitter #Dr. Martin Whitly #Prodigal Son

[claremont-psychiatric-hospital]

Prodigal Son + Rembrandt (part 2) (part 1)

Isaac and Rebecca (c. 1665) The Return of the Prodigal Son (1642) The Return of the Prodigal Son (c. 1669) Slaughtered Ox (1655) Belshazzar's Feast (c. 1635)

#ps x bible x rembrandt #prodigal son #with a dash of <<through monet's right eye>>? #there's also the anatomy lesson of dr deijman & anna and the blind tobit... st jerome beside a pollard willow... #what's that? what about comparing the Father in 'the return...' with claire evoking the loving gestures of both—No~~ #happy new year! #pied a terre #stranger beside you #like father... #the killabustas #the last weekend #sorry about all the cropping btw #i'll pay for my sins (never) #simone thomas #charles garner #malcolm bright #jessica whitly #ainsley whitly #gil arroyo #martin whitly #edrisa tanaka #dani powell #jt tarmel

[pinkyringprvnce]

Adventures in Binging: 'Prodigal Son'

I'm sorry this took forever to actually write, but I binge-watched all of #ProdigalSon a while back ago and here are my thoughts

This post is coming much later than I intended it to, but I binge-watched all of Prodigal Son. And by the end of it, I just found myself wondering why this show didn’t get picked up. Especially since I got so much of a response when I tweeted my thoughts on the season one finale. Regardless, if you couldn’t already tell, I really enjoyed the show. The Premise Prodigal Son follows Malcolm, a…

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[stillnotyourmusebitch]

I am so late to the watching of this show but dan it's really good. Like *chef's kiss* good

#jamie talks #prodigal son #martin whitly #dr martin whitly #malcolm bright

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Kisses (Martin Whitly Drabble)

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: You really want to cover Martin in kisses. What a shame his guard is distracted.

CW: possessive behaviour, alluding to murder, fluff, soft shit fr

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“I desperately want to kiss your face right now,” you sigh sadly, toes kicking at the red line on the floor of Martin’s cell. 

"Do you just? Hmm, I can't say I'd complain, darling," Martin arches his brow at you suggestively. You chuckle and check to see if his guard is watching. He's not, and you cross the red tape to straddle his waist in his office chair.

You cup his cheeks with your hands and press kiss after kiss all over his face. Cheeks, chin, forehead, neck. Any skin that was visible was now covered in kisses. Martin was sighing with pleasure, his cuffed hands brushing at your lower belly softly. It was the only part of you he could touch like this.

Martin nudged at your chin with his nose, grabbing your attention. He leaned his face up towards you, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. You melted against him, arms wrapping around his neck and fingering at the back of his cardigan.

"I wish I could touch you, my darling," he whispers, pressing a few slow kisses down the length of your jaw. "Hold you. Perhaps we could get married. Then we could get conjugal visits, hmm? Wouldn't that be something?"

You chuckle, nipping softly at the shell of his ear. This made him grunt.

"Not the most romantic proposal I've ever received," you say thoughtfully, sitting back on his lap. Martin laughs and then furrows his brows.

"How many proposals have you gotten?"

You flick at his nose and wink. He screws his face up in mock irritation before trying to catch your finger in a playful bite.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Well, I would, actually. I need to know how many people I need to hunt down when I get out of here. You're mine, darling. Do not forget it."

"I'm yours," you agree. "Utterly."

Martin hums thoughtfully.

"Does that mean..."

"No," you clarify. "Not yet. Ask me when you get out."

Martin chuckles darkly, though his eyes are the softest you've ever seen them.

"I'll hold you to that, my dear."

You'd be disappointed if he didn't.

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[denaliwrites]

But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps

Martin Whitly x GN!Reader

Summary: Dr. Whitly accidentally discovers the name you have him under in your contacts. He's... conflicted.

Soundtrack: Saddy Daddy-o by Artimus Wolz

Requests: Open!

Warnings: I dunno, it's Martin Whitly. Can be read as Daddy Kink but isn't necessarily intended that way.

You thought you could trust Martin with your phone. That was the whole reason you'd had the guard hand it off to him. You'd just needed to run to the restroom. That was it. How much trouble could he possibly get into in the, at maximum, two minutes it took you to run there and back?

Apparently, a lot.

Walking back into the room, you immediately knew something was... off. You weren't sure how, but there was a subtle difference in the air. When you turned to the guard, he gave you a look as he leaned forward to pass your phone back.

Martin was uncharacteristically quiet. Your attention turned to him, and you finally saw the expression he wore -- something caught between disgruntlement and bemusement.

"What's wrong?" you asked, and you wondered if maybe something had happened with Malcolm or Ainsley. Had they had another falling out? Could that much damage really have happened in the two minutes (max) that you were gone?

"Murder Daddy, huh?" Martin shot back, tone casual but eyes belying the emotions roiling away underneath his nonchalant act.

You stiffened, clutching the phone to your chest. "Wh... wheeeeere did you hear that?" you tried to cover, forcing a smile. "Did someone on Twitter call you that?"

"No..." he said, and he sounded remarkably like an admonishing parent, and you realized that this was literally the worst time to get turned on, but hey -- you'd been naughty, apparently. "You did."

The disappointment in his voice was palpable, and you whimpered. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, I know, little lamb," he chuckled darkly. "But I'm not interested in an apology."

"Y-you're not?"

"Oh, no," he told you, moving to a stand and pacing to the red line that separated you two. He was painfully close -- tauntingly within reach but unable to be touched. You could feel his breath ghosting across your skin, and you were dangerously close to drowning in his eyes. "I want to know how you're going to make it up to your Murder Daddy."

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[multifandomfix]

Imagine Martin Whitly kidnapping you.

Well dressed. Warm smile. Easy charm. How had all that come to this?

You woke to a dim light above you, your head pounding and the same man you’d considered to be such a catch was standing in front of you with a grin.

“M-Martin,” you stumbled, finding hard to speak over the fogginess of your mind.

His smile dropped to a more serious expression. “I’m afraid I’ll have to insist on Dr. Whitly now. You will be undergoing surgery and I think it’s best to keep things professional.”

You couldn’t quite make sense of what he was saying, finding his words hard to follow in your current state, but you hadn’t the energy to ask for clarification.

As he prepared surgical tools at a table several feet off, you began to piece things together. Dr. Martin Whitly wasn’t the man you thought him to be and you were overwhelmed with the sudden urge to preserve your own life.

“I could prove useful to you,” you said.

“Could you now,” Martin asked, clearly amused at your offer.

You didn’t have a plan for where you were going with this, but the fog was beginning to lift, so you pressed on. “I know people, young women, who won’t be missed. No family, flighty with friends, looking to make a little extra cash. I could bring them to you.”

“And what exactly would you get out of this?”

“You.” This answer seemed to surprise him. “You’re an easy man to fall for, Dr. Whitly. I don’t just want my life or my freedom. I want you.” It was a play on his vanity, but it was the only thing you could rely on, and prior to today, the complete truth on your part.

“Prove it and my answer is yes. Deceive me, and I will hunt you down.”

For anon

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[allthebestnamesweretaken]

It’s a given that after the Prodigal Son cancellation we’d miss Malcom and Martin. Their banter, their craziness, etc. But you wanna know what I really miss??? Dr. Edrisa Tanaka and Jessica Whitly. Edrisa’s awkward crush on/interactions with Bright and then any time Jessica was on screen were such great moments

Bellamy Young is great in every role though so it’s to be expected

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #jessica whitly #edrisa tanaka #martin whitly #Fox took another good one from me #I know it’s too late but what if we renewed the show for a season 3 #the whitly family were truly something #gil arroyo #bright drove Gil crazy but he still loved him like a son and now I’m crying

[furiousdinosaurdestiny]

I watched Prodigal Son because I saw Michael Sheen in Good Omens and loved him. After watching him as Dr. Martin Whitly I now have an unhealthy love and attraction to him.

#michael sheen #good omens #aziraphale #prodigal son #yummy af #yummy yum yum #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #hot as fuck #hot as hell #so hot and sexy