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Michael Sheen as Martin Whitly - Prodigal Son
#this man - character and actor - is my favorite#michael sheen#micheal sheen#prodigal son#martin whitly#prodigal#son#michael#sheen#nikkirookgif#prodigalson#othershows
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Um, I have to tell you, Stanley, I was in a pretty bad place.
#prodigal son#prodigalsonedit#martin whitly#micheal sheen#prodigal son fox#useraurore#usersawah#userangel#userveronika#*#never coloring this show AGAIN can we get 50 likes?
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Now that we know that you have, um, certain psychopathic tendencies…
#martin whitly#ainsley whitly#prodigal son#prodigalsonedit#myedit#give me this dynamic back#it's not funny anymore
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The most beautiful Angel in the world♥️
And the person that completes him. 🔥
#good omens#david tennant#michael sheen#crowley#aziraphale#staged#prodigal son#michael and david#soft scottish hipster gigolo#welsh seduction machine
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Whumptober 2023 | No. 29
Troubled Past Resurfacing
Prodigal Son s01e12: “What were you so desperate to forget?”
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#whumptober2023#no.29#troubled past resurfacing#prodigal son#gifs#whumpedit#whump#trauma#childhood trauma#angst#ptsd#painful memories#emotional whump#malcolm bright#tom payne#my gifs#i miss my whump king#gotta continue the tradition of posting at least one malcolm bright gifset for whumptober <3
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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.”
#martin whitly#martin whitly imagine#martin whitly x reader#prodigal son#prodigal son imagine#michael sheen#martin whitly x you#dr whitly#dr. whitly x reader#prodigal son x reader#michael sheen x reader#x reader#martin whitly x yn#martin whitly x y/n#smut#prodigal son smut#martin whitly smut#doctor whitly
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Me trying to explain that the only reason I find Martin Whitly attractive in The Prodigal Son is because he’s played by Michael Sheen and if he wasn’t played by Michael, I wouldn’t find him attractive so, really, it’s not that concerning:
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Gif Request Meme: Prodigal Son + favorite villain
↪ Martin Whitly
#prodigal son#prodigalsonedit#martin whitly#michael sheen#prodigal son fox#userangel#userbbelcher#grm#*#i miss this showwww....where is his emmy???
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Day 6: "It should have been me"
Merlin 5x13 | Doctor Who 4x13 | Hawaii Five-0 10x22 | Supernatural 4x09 | The A-Team 5x13 | Avengers: Endgame | Prodigal Son 1x01 | The Haunting of Hill House 1x10
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#whumptober#whumptober2023#no.6#it should have been me#merlin#doctor who#hawaii five 0#supernatural#the a team#avengers endgame#prodigal son#the haunting of hill house#gifs#whumpedit#whump#my gifs#mod post#mods whumptober posts#take me instead
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I think this guy
Would flirt with this guy
And this guy
Would hate this guy
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Wanting to do a silence of the lambs retelling with these two.
Anyone interested?
I have started the fic!
Hatred of the Blissful Things
#alec hardy#alec#broadchurch#martin whitly#prodigal son#silence of the lambs#fanfic idea#good omens au#good omens#au#azicrow au
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You're used to being the smartest person in the room. Not today.
#prodigal son#prodigal son fox#prodigalsonedit#malcolm bright#gil arroyo#tom payne#lou diamond phillips#tvedit#televisionedit#userangel#useraurore#1x12#*#gil tying malcolm's tie WAHHHHHHH
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—Are you ready to tell us the truth?
—Yes. Yes, I've… I've been trying to order my thoughts, memories, so it makes sense.
(1x18)
#'i can always do more damage'#eye of the needle#annihilator#wait and hope#scheherazade#malcolm bright#martin whitly#jessica whitly#dani powell#mr david#eve blanchard#prodigal son
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NO ONE DOES THIS MURDER STUFF BETTER THAN US
#ainsley whitly#prodigal son#prodigalsonedit#myedit#just learning how to color sort of#don't mind me#also#feel like pure shit just want her back#tw blood
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we need you too, Michael
#good omens#prodigal son#michael sheen#good omens 2#good omens fandom#aziraphale#martin whitly#my gif post#tvgifs#gifs#gif*#tvedit#parallels#my gifs#gif post#goodomens2#michaelsheen
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Study Bunny (Prodigal Son One-Shot)
Martin Whitly x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open
Summary: You ride Martin's thigh.
CW: daddy kink, medical talk, possessive behaviour(ish)
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Martin was far too perceptive for his own good, you thought. He always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking even before you did. It was a little uncanny, to be completely honest. If this was the twenty-four hundreds or something, you would have been concerned that he’d implanted thought reader chips in your head or something.
“Oh, my dear,” he’d said one day when you’d questioned him about his ability to know what you were thinking- not about the chips. “I’m just exceptionally good at reading people.”
You weren’t really sure whether it was people in general, or just you. He did spend an awful lot of time with you, after all. It made sense he’d get used to you enough to read your face.
Anyway, you were thinking about all this while perched in his lap in his study. Martin was peering over some anatomical diagrams in preparation for a surgery he had in the morning. You’d been planning to leave him alone to his study, but you had found yourself in his lap somehow anyway. That sort of thing had a tendency to happen, you’d noticed.
What could you say? Martin was a convincing man. And quite cuddly. How could one resist such temptation?
“Dear, you’re staring again,” Martin commented without looking at you. You blinked twice, clearing your brain from the fog that had been seeping through the corners.
“Was I? Sorry,” you replied sheepishly, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Martin chuckled, and you saw his cheek muscles move with his smile. He sighed and put the paper down on the desk. He turned his attention towards you and placed both his hands on your hips.
Your breath hitched ever so slightly, and the sharpening of Martin’s gaze let you know that he did not fail to notice it either.
“Mm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “Interesting. You know, I’ve noticed you tend to have heightened feelings of arousal and hormone spiking around the mid-month mark.”
You blinked. Did you?
“Yes, my dear. Interesting, I know.”
You felt his fingertips press a little harder into your hips, and the resulting whimper it pulled out of you was as embarrassing as it was telling. Martin chuckled- a wolf’s grin on his lips, and dragged your hips just slightly against his thigh.
You bit your lip, taking the initiative and rocking yourself ever-so-slightly against his thigh. Martin grinned wider if that were possible, and leaned back in his chair so he could appreciate the sight in front of him.
You rolled your hips harder, delighting in the jolt of pleasure ricocheting up your spine. Martin let out what could only be a possessive growl and pushed his knee up for you to rut against.
“That’s it. Fuck, my love. Stunning,” he grunted, voice like gravel. “Watching you fuck yourself on my thigh like this? Fucking gorgeous, my dear.”
You whimpered, pleasure shooting up your nerve endings and setting you alight. Your muscles were aching with strain, but the pleasure far outweighed the delicious stretch and burn.
Martin started bouncing his knee, sending jolts of pleasure into the mix, giving you a different sensation to take your ecstasy from.
“Mm, maybe I’ll have to conduct a little study on you- when do you reach your hormonal cycles? How do we measure when they’ll be coming up?” Martin leaned in to whisper darkly in your ear, saying, “when are you most pathetic for my cock? Hmm? Yes, I know, dear. Pathetic little thing just wants to cum.”
You were getting close now, having him speak to you like this and with his hands on your hips rocking you against him- you would never have lasted long, anyway.
“Would you like that? Daddy’s little study bunny? Oh, look at you. Yes, I know,” he growled possessively, eyeing you hungrily, all thoughts of his upcoming surgery forgotten. “Fucking cum for me, my love.”
And cum you did, whimpering and moaning as your hips jerked against him erratically, releasing with such vigour that your whole body shook atop him- much to his delight.
“That’s it. Oh, my good little dove.”
You panted, dropping your head back onto his shoulder and letting out a giggle as the endorphins flooded your system.
“Fuck, I love you,” you panted.
“I love you, too, my dear,” Martin replied, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead and turning back to pick his papers back up.
“I’ll just finish these notes and we can retire for the night,” he said, already losing himself in the papers. You nodded, yawning tiredly.
“Sounds good to me, beloved.”
#martin whitly#martin whitly imagine#martin whitly x reader#prodigal son#prodigal son imagine#michael sheen#martin whitly x you#dr whitly#dr. whitly x reader#prodigal son x reader#michael sheen x reader#x reader#martin whitly x yn#martin whitly x y/n#prodigal son fic#prodigal son fanfic#prodigal son fanfiction
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