#martin whitly x black reader

[artemisthewh0re]

I'm Writing Again 🥳

Hi guys! I've been gone for a very long time. I think about two months or so because my schedule is hectic but I'm about to graduate and I have more free time now. I'm starting a Martin Whitley x Reader smut to get back into my groove. It's gonna be a short blurb but hopefully I'll start writing longer pieces soon. I love you guys so much ❤️❤️

[1-800-black-readers-r-us]

Character ai chat is rotting my brain... might post some smut for 18th bday😭👍🏾

[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Collared Occasion (Prodigal Son One-Shot)

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

Summary: Martin gets you a collar.

CW: possessive!Martin, it's Martin Whitly. Content warning enough, choking, p in v

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On the days when Martin is allowed to work from home, you find yourself gravitating towards his study. Not to bother him, but just to be in his space. His hours are so erratic and varied what with all the surgeries at all hours and being on-call for emergencies- plus all the admin work? It was a miracle you were able to see him as often and as much as you did. 

Of course, his days from home weren't all that common. Just when he had a huge backlog of admin and paperwork, the hospital just sent him home to work on it so he wasn’t being disturbed by interns and surgeons in training all day long. Not that you were complaining about it, of course. The more work-from-home days he had the better in your opinion. 

Martin had brought it up one night when he had his hand around your throat and his cock buried so deep in your cunt you may as well have been choking on it. 

“Fuck, my love, you’re so tight- fuck, look at you. Oh, there’s an idea. How about a collar, hmm? So everyone knows that you’re mine.” 

His cock had twitched violently at the thought, and the keening sound that worked its way out despite the death grip Martin had on your throat had barely sounded human with how desperate it was. 

The next day there was a collar on your pillow when you got home from work. It was a pretty thing. Understated. It was a thick black leather band that buckled at the back. There was a little split ring in the middle centre for a leash. Oh. Now there was an idea. 

You’d fingered the leather for a moment picturing this when Martin had happened upon you. 

“I see you found your present, my dear,” he’d purred, sweeping your hair over one shoulder and pressing kisses to the side of your neck, hands dancing over your hips to wrap you in his arms. He watched your hands playing with the collar for a moment or two, his breath sending shivers down your spine as you felt it on your neck. 

“Would you like to try it on?”

Those seven words had sent heat coursing straight through you to your core. You’d sucked in a breath and Martin had chuckled darkly, releasing you from his grasp so he could take the collar softly from your hands. He’d asked you to hold your hair up for him, and he’d unbuckled the back to slip it around your throat. 

You’d kept your hair up in one hand and with the other brushed your fingertips over the leather of the front. Martin had smirked behind you, not that you could see it. 

Once he had it buckled nice and snug, he asked you to turn around. The look of adoration on his face had sent your eyes to the painting behind him, avoiding eye contact because the sincerity was just too much. 

“There she is. Daddy’s little whore, hmm? Perfect,” Martin brushed a finger over your cheek before trailing it down to brush over the leather. “You’re absolutely exquisite, darling.” 

Then his finger was looping into the ring and yanking you towards him. Your breath hitched as you crashed towards him. He steadied you right before you fell into him and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. Such a contrast to the dominant act right before that it practically gave you whiplash. 

“Mm, I think I like this look on you, my dear,” he’d practically purred.

 

“Yeah?” You’d breathed through the word. “Me too.” 

“I thought you might- such a whore for me. You’re mine, aren’t you.”

 

You nodded, lips parted as you basically panted with need.

“Yeah. Daddy’s little whore.” 

Martin grinned possessively. 

“That you are, darling.” 

And so, it so happened that whenever Martin was allowed to work from home, he’d have you wear your collar and sit in your chair by his desk, or under the desk with his cock down your throat when he asked (and even when he didn’t, sometimes). Basically, you did whatever he asked of you, whenever he asked. 

And you enjoyed it very much.

[locke-writes]

2021 Writing Summary

Wasn’t tagged but saw @lxncelot and @jammesbarnnes do this and wanted to do this because honestly I forgot what I posted this year.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to examine what they wrote/posted

Rules: Make a list of every fic you posted in 2021

January:

Before Your Eyes - Law & Order SVU - Mike Dodds x Reader

I Don’t Have A Legacy - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

February

Clear - Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Reader

Back to the Start - Stranger Things - Jim Hopper x Reader

March

Gathered - Marvel - Bruce Banner x Daughter!Reader

Empty - Criminal Minds - BAU Team x Reader

Planning - Lucifer - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

April

One Becomes All - Marvel - Steve Rogers x Reader

Second Chances - Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid x Unsub!Sibling!Reader

Healing Touch - Phantom of the Opera - Erik x Reader

I’ll Only Hurt You If You Let Me - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Side By Side - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Connected - Harry Potter - Fred Weasley x Reader

Reintroduction - Marvel - Stephen Strange x Reader

Who Remembers Your Name? - Marvel - Tony Stark x Reader

Under the Skin - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Giles x Reader

May

To Break & To Repair - Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

End Your Toil - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons

Patchwork - Peaky Blinders - Tommy Shelby x Reader

A Reunion - The Martian - Mark Watney x Reader

Playing the Part - The Martian - Mark Watney x Reader

June

Changes - Harry Potter - Remus Lupin x Reader

Time Passes - Knives Out - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Follow You - Star Wars - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Troublemaker - Harry Potter - Ginny Weasley x Reader (Platonic)

Gone Away - The Martian - Rich Purnell x Reader

Cut Me Loose - X-Men - Erik Lehnsherr

Before Dawn - Reservoir Dogs - Mr Blonde/Vic Vega

Companionship - Harry Potter - Neville Longbottom x Reader

Stillness of the Moment - Law & Order SVU - Mike Dodds x Reader

Fated - Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Letting Go - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

July

Mistakes - Peaky Blinders - Polly Gray x Reader

What Once We Were - Law & Order SVU - Nick Amaro x Male!Reader

From Afar - New Girl - Nick Miller x Reader

Hurt, Lost, Blinded Fool - Harry Potter - Sirius Black x Reader

Deadly Game - Hannibal - Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Memories Returned - What We Do In the Shadows - Nadja x Reader

Unwelcome Guests - Peaky Blinders - Alfie Solomons x Reader

August

Helping Hand - Harry Potter - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Obstacles - Marvel - Loki x Reader

Soul Bound - Fright Night - Jerry Dandridge x Reader

A Little Chaos in Life - Marvel - Tony Stark x Reader

Trusting - Sky High - Warren Peace x Reader

Planning & Plotting - Peaky Blinders - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Argumentative - House MD - Gregory House x Reader

Guidance - The Kingsman - Merlin x Reader

A Sense of Understanding - Law & Order SVU - Rafael Barba x Reader

True Companion - Reservoir Dogs - Mr Blonde/Vic Vega

September

For Love of Country. For Love of Man - Merlin - Arthur Pendragon x Reader

Racing Hearts - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Spike x Reader

October

Hunger - Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Drusilla x Reader

Entwined & Enraptured - Prodigal Son - Martin Whitly x Reader

November

N/A

December

Needed - Marvel - Steve Rogers x Reader

[ao3feed-prodigalson]

by thisisanomdeplume

In which Spencer and the girl from the park actually have a plot, and Malcom Bright from Prodigal Son has a crossover.

Timeline: "takes place" in season 15 right before, and then replacing Spencer and Max's meeting in "Saturday" (15x4,) and beyond.

"It's like you become more you, but now it's ok. Because the person chose to take all that on. All that weird stuff, whatever is wrong or bad or hiding in you. Suddenly it's all right. You don't feel like such a freak any more." -Suzanne Warren, Orange is the New Black.

Content warnings (so far:) alcohol use, suggestive sexual language, implicit and explicit mention of mental health episodes (anxiety attacks, anger outbursts, CPSD,) discussion of drug use, abuse, murder, cursing.

Words: 1384, Chapters: 2/30, Language: English

Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV), Prodigal Son (TV 2019), Rumple Buttercup: A Story of Bananas Belonging and Being Yourself - Matthew Gray Gubler

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Maxine "Max" Brenner, Player Character (Criminal Case) & Original Female Character(s) - Character, Jessica Whitly, Malcolm Bright, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Matt Simmons (Criminal Minds), Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Tara Lewis

Relationships: Spencer Reid/Original Female Character(s), Maxine "Max" Brenner & Reader, Maxine "Max" Brenner & Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid/Reader, Malcolm Bright/Martin Whitly, Malcolm Bright & Spencer Reid, Malcolm Bright/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Mystery, Family, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, Strong Female Characters, Older Characters, Evil, Hurt Spencer Reid, Sad Spencer Reid, POV Spencer Reid, Malcolm Bright Needs a Hug, Dark Malcolm Bright, Protective Malcolm Bright, Behavioral Analysis Unit (Criminal Minds), Secrets, Family Secrets, Trust Issues

[messyworldfanfictions]

Kinda weird request but I'm really sick rn, can u request daddy Martin and the reader being a bratty sub but the reader is sick with a head cold so Martin is trying to ease her symptoms w/ sexual stimulation (fun fact, sex helps relieve the common cold!) but the reader is pushing her luck and getting really bratty so daddy has to get ~very firm with her

Pairing: Martin Whitly x reader , Martin Whitly x you

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, Dom/sub, oral sex, orgasm, bratty subs, daddy kink, latex kink, …

A Notes: Hi anon & others, hope you’ll like it !

Constructive criticism are welcome, English is not my first language so I apologize for possible mistakes. If you see errors, please tell me! :)

Have fun !

You can add you to the tag list here

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You were lying in your bed, your body covered with black silk blankets, your nose red from the irritation of the kleenex you used all day long. A terrible headache was piercing your skull and every time you sneezed it was worse. You had asked Martin not to go to work because you wanted him to stay with you, but he didn’t give in to your whim despite your supplications and threats to sulk. He told you that you were not a child and that you could stay alone and take your medication. 

But you’d been taking these meds for a week and your health hadn’t really improved, you hated taking them. The syrup was disgusting, it tasted like minty pepper and the pills you had to take were so big that they hurt your throat when you swallowed them. Today you decided not to take them, you wanted to show Martin that if he didn’t take care of you, you weren’t going to do it for him. 

You heard the front door slam, Martin had just come home and you could hear his footsteps walking up the stairs to your room. The door opened quietly and Martin entered, still dressed in his white doctor’s outfit.

« So Y/N, how do you feel? " he asked as he closed the door, putting his bags on the small table in the corner of the room. The room was poorly lit and it was already dark outside, so he moved closer to the bed to get a better view of you.

You were staring at the wall in front of you, avoiding his gaze. You pretended he didn’t exist, completely ignoring his question.

He sighed and sat on the bed next to you. “How long are you going to sulk? "He was staring at you, you could feel his eyes on your face.

*Silence*

He sighed in irritation and grabbed your chin, forcing you to turn your head towards him, you tried to resist but his grip was too strong and the pressure on your chin started to hurt. You let out a whimper of pain and protest and you finally looked at him with furrowed brows. 

« You better stop acting up, right now. » Martin said in a warning tone.

"Or what? Are you going to spank me ? ” You replied sarcastically, you knew he couldn’t physically punish you because you were too sick. He was staring at you, emotionless, not even a hint of anger. You know he’s trying to maintain control. His grip loosened around your chin and you pulled away, turning your face to the wall in front of you.

“ I am going to give you your medicine,” he said as he got up from the bed, walking to the little box where your pills from this morning were. A little grin appeared on your lips, you couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he saw that you hadn’t taken his damn meds. “I’ll put tomorrow’s pills in the…”   he didn’t finish his sentence, you didn’t look at him, but you were convinced he just saw that you hadn’t taken your medication. He was standing still and staring at the little box full of pills. 

You slowly turned your head towards him, he decided to look into your eyes and innocently you asked him « What ? A problem, Daddy ?“

You could see his jaw tightening. He smashed the box hard against the table, the sudden noise made you jump. He began to walk towards you until he was inches from the bed.

"Don’t play that game with me, little one. You know you’ll lose. ” he spoke in a stern voice.

You lower your head so he couldn’t see the expression on your face, he was intimidating you.

“Why didn’t you take them ? ” he asked, impatience reflected in his voice.

Still with your head lowered, “Because …”, you said hesitantly, “because I hate it, the pills are too big, and the syrup is not good,” you answered timidly, crossing your arms on your chest with an embarrassed expression on your face.

He raised a surprised eyebrow, “Are you sure there isn’t something else? "  He accused.

"No. » You lied.

"You really are a bad liar, you know daddy don’t like it when you lie, it makes daddy angry. ” he said as he sat on the bed, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Is this what you want? To make me angry? Admit it. ” he asked as he bites his lip, sliding his index finger along your chin.

“Yes…” you murmured coyly, nodding your head. “I wanted to… Punish you because you didn’t stay with me” your eyes resting on the black silk blanket.

You looked up at his face, he was smiling. “Punish me? ” he mocked. “The only thing you’re doing is punishing yourself because you’re still going to have to take them now, and I’m going to make you swallow them. »  

Your face twisted in a grimace of disgust "Nooooo, daddy please… I don’t want to take them! They aren’t working anyway! ” as you complained, Martin had got up to take the syrup, the spoon and your pills that were on the table. He sat on the bed next to you, ignoring your pleas. He poured some syrup into the spoon and gently brought it to your mouth, but you turned your head with a grumpy expression on your face.

“Y/n…” he warned. “If you don’t open your mouth, I’ll make you open it myself. "he said in a stern tone.

You shrugged.

"Fine” he growled, grabbing a firm grip in your hair, you opened your mouth in surprise and he pushed the spoon into your mouth, pouring the red liquid into your mouth and forcing it down your throat. He released your hair the next second. “Don’t shrug at me ever again, you understand? I said I won’t punish you because you’re sick, but if you insist, I can change my mind?.” He punctuated his words by grabbing your thigh firmly under the blanket.

You loved the punishments Martin gave you when you teased him, but there was one you hated and he knew it … Once you were very impolite to him and as a punishment he tied you to the bed and smacked you on your thighs again and again. You hated this punishment, that was very painful and you didn’t take any pleasure from it. Feeling his hand squeezed on your thigh, you knew he was threatening you to do it again.

“NO! …N-no, I’m sorry Daddy…” you said in a hurry, begging him with your eyes.

He removed his hand, took the pill and presented it in front of your mouth, that you kept closed. You looked at the pill and then you looked at Martin. He sighed impatiently, “You don’t want me to force it down your throat, do you? » 

You opened your mouth, resigned and he put the pill between your lips and gave you some water to swallow it.

He stroked your hair, kissing your forehead and stood up « See ? It wasn’t that difficult. » He gave you a soft smile. "The medication are working, it just takes a bit of time to start working. I’m going to make you feel better, for tonight at least. ” he said, pulling the blanket away, you were wearing a long t-shirt that was way too large for you and it was halfway up your thigh. He smiled when he realized you were wearing his shirt, he thought it was pretty cute.

Your face was a sulky pout, he moved his hand over your thigh and stroked it with his fingertips going towards your inner thigh. “Are you sure this is going to work, Daddy? I’m not really in the mood…” You asked innocently.

He looked into your eyes and put his index finger to his lips and shushed you. He gently grabbed you by your forearms and pulled you down so that you were well pressed into the mattress. His hand continued its way up your thigh before touching the white fabric that separated his soft fingers from your private parts. He moved his hand away and whispered, “I’m going to get something, when I come back, I don’t want to see a single piece of clothing on your body, is that clear? » 

"Yes daddy. ” you nodded. He got up and left the room.

A few minutes later, you were naked, lying on the bed, your body covered with chills because you were cold. Martin had just entered the room and you noticed that he was wearing latex gloves, the ones he used at work. He also had a tube with a transparent liquid inside. You were a little nervous because you didn’t know why he had put those gloves on. 

When he sat on the bed you couldn’t help but ask him in a hesitant voice “D-Daddy, w-why are you wearing this and…” but before you could say another word he pressed his hand against your mouth. “You are being very difficult today. I’ll take care of you, just relax. If you ask one more question, I’ll gag you. ” he whispered with a smile.

It was tempting to disobey him, you loved it when he gagged you, it was your favorite punishment with a good spanking. But you decided not to upset him.

Martin caressed your face with one hand while the other touched your thigh. Martin’s thumb traced your lower lip and you letting out a shaky breath. His index finger pressed past your lips into your wet mouth. You closed your lips around his fingers, gently rubbing your tongue along the soft skin. 

His hand slipped from your thigh to your womanhood and you felt his fingers tickling your entrance as you were still sucking his finger. Suddenly he pressed his thumb on your sensitive spot and you moaned.

“Already so wet for me, I knew you would like it. ” he whispered.

You began to move your hips, hoping his fingers would accelerate, but he grabbed your hips and pushed them firmly against the mattress. “Don’t move, let me do it,” he ordered.

After playing with your little piece of nerves for a few minutes, Martin dipped a finger inside of your wet pussy, and you gasped as he began fingering you slowly. You were now shivering in pleasure, the coldness had turned into warmth, and it was running through your whole body. 

You whimpered as he added another finger, using his thumb to rub your clit. He took his index finger out of your mouth and took the tube filled with the transparent liquid, he took some of the liquid and gently put it on your vulva, it was lube. You felt his two fingers penetrating you again and again and you hoped that he would insert a third and your wish was granted. You moaned and he stayed still for a few seconds as your flesh adjusted to the intrusion, And he began to come and go faster and faster. The feeling of the latex inside your hole was exquisite.

You wanted to touch him, to feel his hardness, so your hand touched his thigh to reach up to his cock but before you could succeed, he grabbed your wrist firmly. 

« No, you don’t touch me tonight, just relax and let me take care of you. » he ordered.

« Daddy… let me suck your cock, I want it… » you practically begged, still trying to touch his cock but he slapped your hand.

“Sh-sh-sh-sh, what did I say? If you do it again I’ll be forced to tie you up. "He warned.

You smiled defiantly at him, and with a quick gesture you grabbed his bulge and started stroking him through his pants. Suddenly he grabbed your wrists, "You insolent brat. "he growled and grabbed a rope next to the bed and tied your wrists to the headboard. He leaned towards your ear and whispered, "We’ll talk about your punishment later. » 

He positioned his face between your legs and pushed his three fingers brutally into your wet entrance, you moaned in pain at this intrusion "If you hadn’t been so cocky I wouldn’t have done this, now shut up and feel. » 

Your stomach burned as the tip of his tongue meandered around your button, slowly pushing his fingers into you as he alternated between sucking and lapping at your clit. You could feel his salt and pepper beard against your sensitive skin. You wanted to touch his soft curls while he was pleasing you, but you were restrained and it was so frustrating…You moaned loudly and bucked your hips onto his fingers that huddled against your walls. Your chest heaved as your thighs started to shake on either side of his face, suddenly you felt a wave of pleasure washing over you. Your orgasm started to explose through your body, you could feel your wet cunt clenching around his fingers as they slowed down, prolonging your pleasure. He slowly removed himself from between your legs. Your breathing was deep and heavy, you were trying to catch your breath.

He smiled at you, and you smiled back at him. You felt much better, your headache was gone and you felt much more relaxed.

« Sleep now, love. » Martine said, brushing his lips over your forehead. 

« Thank you, daddy » you sighed, curling you in the blankets

[get-your-fics]

Plaything

Summary: You are Malcolm and Ainsley’s babysitter, but end up getting involved with the father of the Whitly family in unexpected ways.

Pairing: Martin Whitly x reader

Warnings: Cheating, kidnapping, drugging, language, non-con sexual content

A/N: so this has been in my drafts for a while and I don’t think I’ll ever get around to finishing it, so consider this my new year’s eve present to y’all :)

“Coming!”

The voice came from inside the Whitly’s townhouse three seconds after you had rung the doorbell. Footsteps drew closer, and the lock on the front door clicked. The knob twisted before the door pulled open, revealing a man on the other side.

“Hello,” he said in a deep, rumbling baritone. He had brown, curly hair and a full beard. He was wearing a bright red sweater, and he had a welcoming smile on his face that you noticed didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You must be (Y/N).”

You forced a smile on your face. “That’s me.” You reached a hand out to him and hoped he didn’t notice the way you were slightly shaking. You couldn’t help but get a little nervous when meeting new people. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Whitly.”

His blue-green eyes raked over your form up and down as if he was taking all of you in. After a moment, his grin grew wider, and grabbed your outstretched hand. “Please, call me Martin.” You tried to ignore the way the feel of his skin ignited sparks along your nerve endings. “Why don’t you come in?”

You subconsciously mourned the loss of contact when he retracted his hand. He stepped aside and held the door open wider for you. You stepped inside and wandered further into the foyer, gazing up at the crystal chandelier and high walls in admiration. “Wow. You have a really nice home, Mr. Whitly.”

He closed the front door behind him. “Thank you,” he walked closer to you, “and didn't I tell you to call me Martin?” He nudged your shoulder with his elbow and gave you a playful wink. You felt an involuntary blush wash over your cheeks as he called up the stairs, “Ainsley! Malcolm! The babysitter is here!”

You heard the pitter-patter of light footsteps against hardwood before you saw two children appear at the top of the stairs. They flew down the winding staircase in a blur and landed in front of their father at the bottom. One of the children was a girl with long, blonde hair that was slightly mussed. The other was a boy slightly taller than his sister with brown hair like his father’s and bright, blue eyes.

“Kids, meet your babysitter, (Y/N).” Mr. Whitly wrapped his arms around his children’s shoulders. “You listen to her while we’re gone, all right?” They nodded wordlessly, and he ruffled their hair with a chuckle.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” You swiveled your head to see a woman rushing down the stairs, her stilettos clicking against the hardwood. She finished putting her other earring in as she came to a stop next to Mr. Whitly. “Sorry I’m late, dear. You know how long it takes me to get ready.”

She flipped her glossy, chestnut brown hair over her shoulder, and it cascaded down her back in elegant waves. You assumed this must be his wife. She was extremely beautiful and had a regal air about her. “Mrs. Whitly, it’s nice to meet you,” you stammered out and held your hand out to her.

She glanced at you before draping her hand in yours. “You, too.” She gave your hand a single shake before drawing hers away. She turned to her husband. “Really, darling, we must get going if we want to make it to the banquet on time.”

“I wonder who’s fault that would be,” he muttered with a roll of his eyes only you caught. You stifled a giggle. “You go ahead and get in the car, dear. I have to give (Y/N) a few instructions first.”

She let out a sigh. “All right.” She gave each of her children a kiss on their head before exiting the townhouse, leaving a cloud of Chanel perfume in her wake.

“Here’s some money in case you want to order a pizza later.” Mr. Whitly dug out his wallet from his pocket and handed you a crisp twenty dollar bill. “They should both be in bed by nine o’ clock.” He put a hand on your shoulder and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Thanks for agreeing to watch them for us.”

He smiled at you, and you felt like you were glowing under his touch. “No problem.” You gave him a small smile back. You didn’t know why you were reacting to him in this way, but he was so handsome, you couldn’t help it.

He patted your shoulder before turning to his children. “Be good for (Y/N) while we’re gone, okay?” He kissed the top of their heads before giving you a final wave goodbye. You waved back, and he followed after his wife out the door.

You watched the headlights of the Whitly’s car pass over the windows as it drove away. Then, you turned to the two Whitly children who stood stock still at the bottom of the steps. You bent down so you were eye level with them. “So...” you smiled at them. “Who wants pizza?”

The Whitly children were rather surprisingly easy to deal with. Ainsley was a little demanding, dragging you around by your hand to play dolls or stuffed animals with her. Malcom was more guarded and reserved. He had this haunted look in his large, round eyes, like he had seen too much, more than he let on.

When you put the kids to bed on time, you still had a while before the Whitly parents were due home, so you retired to the living room. You laid down on the couch and turned on the tv, flipping to some random channel playing a movie. The blue light from the screen washed over you as your eyes started to flutter closed.

Next thing you knew, there was a hand on your shoulder shaking you and a deep gravelly voice whispering in your ear. “(Y/N), wake up.”

You opened your eyes. The television was off. You blinked rapidly to clear your blurry vision and, through the darkness, you could make out Mr. Whitly’s form hovering above you. “Oh, Mr. Whitly,” you murmured, your voice groggy. “I’m sorry. I fell asleep.”

“That’s all right.” You thought you felt his hand trail up from your shoulder to caress your cheek, but it could have just been your mind playing tricks on you. “Here’s for babysitting.” He pressed a couple of folded bills into your hand.

“Thank you.” You closed your eyes and stretched your aching limbs. You were all cramped from napping on the couch.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asked.

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. I can walk.”

“Walk? At this time of night?” He looked dismayed. “At least let me get you a taxi.” You nodded, and he stood up. “I’ll go call one now. Can I make you a cup of tea while you wait?”

You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Yes, please.”

He smiled. “Great. I’ll be right back.” He retreated to the kitchen, and you felt your cheeks warm. You didn’t want to inconvenience him, but you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend a little more time with the man. There was something intriguing about him. You found him undeniably charming, and his presence was so warm and comforting.

“Leave,” a voice drew you out of your thoughts, and you whipped your head around to find where it was coming from. You spotted Malcolm standing in the archway leading to the foyer dressed in his blue striped pajamas, a blanket wrapped around his small frame.

“Malcolm?” You furrowed your brow. “What are you still doing awake?”

“Don’t drink it,” he urged you in a hushed whisper. Before you could question him further, the sound of approaching footsteps made his clear blue eyes go wide. He whirled around and dashed back up the stairs the way he came as quiet as a mouse.

A second later, Mr. Whitly returned with a steaming cup of tea in his hands. “Be careful, it’s hot,” he warned you as he set the cup down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Thank you.” You stared down at the murky, brown liquid in the cup before looking up at him. “Did you call a taxi?”

He folded his hands in front of him and nodded. “It’ll be here in ten minutes.” He jutted his chin out in the direction of the cup on the table. “Aren’t you going to drink your tea?”

You looked back down at the cup, curls of steam rising off of the surface and floating into the air. You didn’t want to be rude, and Malcolm was probably just trying to play a joke on you. But when you lifted the cup to your lips and took a sip, you swore the grin on his face grew wider and his cerulean eyes turned dark. You set the cup down and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at him with a smile.

“Good girl,” he nearly purred, sending shivers down your spine. He drew closer to you as your vision became fuzzy, his eyes as black as a shark’s when it smelled blood. You felt like you were being sucked into a blackhole, and you gave in as gray dots blurred your vision.

The last thing you saw before you were completely swallowed by darkness was Mr. Whitly’s menacing grin sharper than a knife.

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Falling. You were falling. You were falling down a long, winding rabbit hole. Your eyes were closed, and swirls of bright light lit up the veins running along your eyelids. You couldn’t move. Your limbs were numb, but it felt like every inch of your skin was draped in warmth. Then, the gray gave way to a blinding light above you searing your eyes.

You winced. “Turn it off,” you groaned. “Turn it off.”

The light moved out of your eyes, and you blinked to see Mr. Whitly hovering above you. His lips lifted into a wide smile when he saw you. “Finally. You’re awake.”

You frowned. “The sun. It’s too bright.” Your words were slurred, the vowels and consonants running together until you were barely intelligible.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’re all right.” He reached out a hand and brushed some stray strands of hair out of your face.

You tried to move your arms, but couldn’t. You looked up to see rope looped around your wrists. You tried your legs next, but same thing. You looked down to see you were restrained to a metal table and your form was completely bare.

You looked back up at him. “I’m naked.”

He laughed and hummed. “Yes, you are.”

You furrowed your brow, but your muscles felt like they were made of molasses. Your mind tried to form a coherent thought, but it felt like your head was stuffed with cotton. You leaned back against the table and groaned. “My head hurts.”

“I’m sorry, dear. It’s probably a side effect of the drugs I put in your tea.” He corners of his lips turned downwards, but his expression didn’t match the twinkle in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, really. I was just going to let you do your job and go. But when I saw you standing on my doorstep, so innocent and naive, I just couldn’t resist.” He brushed his thumb over your lower lip and stared down at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. “I had to make you my new plaything.”

Your lips parted, and his thumb slipped into your mouth. Without realizing what you were doing, you swirled your tongue around the pad of his finger. You closed your lips around his thumb and sucked. He watched you, entranced, before removing his appendage from your mouth with a pop. You let out a high-pitched whine.

“Fascinating,” he murmured, never taking his eyes away from you. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. “I am sorry, (Y/N).” He slid down your body as your vision blurred. “But I’m not sorry about what comes next.”

[artemisthewh0re]

I've Missed You

Claremont Psychiatric Hospital sits in a content silence. It's one of the few days where someone isn't screaming their head off or trying to dismember a guard. You walk with a purpose down the hall leading to your boyfriend's solitary cell. One of the many perks of being a world-renowned surgeon in a psychiatric ward is that you can get anything you want, like an isolated cell, giving consultations, and conjugal visits.

Mr. David walks in front of you with a quiet understanding. As you get closer to the cell door, you see just a glimpse of the room inside: the small twin bed neatly made in the corner, scattered anatomy drawings plastered across the walls and a red rose sitting on the edge of a messy desk.

Mr. David stops in front of you and with a simple swipe of his key card, opens the cell of The Surgeon. With the door fully open you can now see Dr. Martin Whitly sitting relaxed in his desk chair facing towards you. The guard steps out of the way so you can enter.

“Darling, you made it!” Martin exclaims.

“Sorry there was traffic on the way, I think another murder,” you say trying to make small talk while Mr. David is still in the room.

“Well then I'll be hearing from my boy soon,” Martin replies with the giddy excitement of a child.

Mr. David performs a final pat down of your body before taking your coat.

“I've missed you.” Martin looks over your body with a devilish grin. Your curvy frame is stuffed inside his favorite pencil skirt and a blouse with a missing button, conveniently teasing your cleavage.

“I missed you too.” It had been a while since one of your ‘visits’ and Martin had been growing restless. Malcolm hadn't seen him in weeks and Jessica had all but banned Ainsley from even calling. Unfortunately you'd become preoccupied with finding a new job after being fired from Claremont after falling for your most demented patient. The patient who sits before you, waiting for the moment he can get his hands all over you.

“Okay, thirty minutes,” Mr. David says before exiting the cell.

Martin stands up from his desk, reaching out his still chained hands towards you. One of the caveats of your alone time is that Martin must remain chained at all times. He's been non violent for most of his time at Claremont, but they're not willing to risk it. You slowly make your way to him and step over the thick red line that separates you two. As soon as you're close enough, Martin grabs your hips and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

Your hands wander up his shoulders and through his salt and pepper curls. The feeling of your long nails against his scalp cause let out a guttural moan.

“If these shackles weren't on me I'd do unspeakable things to you,” Martin whispers against your lips.

“You've never been one to limit yourself,” you reply. Martin lets out a chuckle at your words.

Your hands move from his hair to the hem of his pants. Martin's hips buck against yours as you tease him through the thin fabric. A stifled grunt escapes his lips and his hands clench harder around your wide hips.

Martin pulls you towards him while walking backwards until he reaches his desk. He quickly swipes away his newspaper and latest drawings and eases onto the desk. You follow his movements with a sense of urgency. Your knees leverage themselves onto the wooden desk so you're sitting squarely on Whitly's lap.

“You've never looked more beautiful, Darling,” Martin says while admiring how perfectly your body looks from this angle. Your fingers interlace with his gray curls, hips moving on their own to find friction against your aching cunt.

Martin's fingers hike up the tight skirt around your hips, revealing your lace stockings and bare pussy. The cold air brushes against your soft skin and leaves a trail of goosebumps behind.

“Martin, I need you,” you say breathlessly against his lips.

“Untie my pants,” Martin whispers. His usual coyness is gone and replaced with pent up desperation.

Your fingers work quickly but the damn knot won't budge no matter how you pull it. “God damnit,” you say under your breath. Before your frustrations get the best of you, the knot pulls apart. Martin shimmies his sweatpants down and unveils the cock you missed so much.

A soft hum reverberates through your chest as you stroke his slightly flushed cock. “Don't be a tease,” Martin says. His hands grab at your ass and lower it onto his cock.

“God,” you gasp quietly. You didn't realize just how good it felt to have Martin inside of you until now. Your hips move in a familiar rhythm, filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping and the heavy breaths of your boyfriend.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Martin moans through gritted teeth. Your eyes meet him and see his once distinct blue-green eyes are now much darker, his pupils taking up more surface than his irises. His hips jut towards your own and perfectly angle his thick cock against your g-spot.

Gasps and moans overtake your senses, but you can just barely hear the steps of Mr. David's feet coming down the short hallway. The thirty minute time limit feels shorter every time you visit. With just a minute left of your escapade, Martin forces your hips down with a final thrust and releases a guttural moan as he finishes inside you.

“Time's up, get dressed,” Mr. David says from behind the door. You give your boyfriend one last kiss before shimmying off the table and pulling down your pencil skirt. Martin haphazardly pulls up his pants right as the door swings open.

“Goodbye Darling, please visit again soon,” Martin waves as you exit his room. “And tell my boy that I miss him!”

[raz-writes-the-thing]

No Crowds, Thanks (Prodigal Son Drabble)

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

Summary: You're not a fan of crowds, but Martin always keeps you safe.

CW: anxiety, fluff, Martin is too cute for words

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“My dear, you’re all right,” Martin’s voice says, though it’s muffled by the fact you have your face pressed into his side. You’ve been out and about at a black tie event for the hospital. You’d never been big on crowds, and the cameras at the event had just set you off. 

Each flash was like a physical pain, each voice yelling out for Martin, yourself, or another patron of the event to look at them sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It had been bearable at first, but as the night wore on and it just… kept happening… well, it was safe to say you were reaching your breaking point. You’d barely been able to touch your lobster. 

Currently, you were curled up into Martin’s side in the back of your limo, his arm wrapped comfortingly around you. He’d said the two of you had to stay long enough for him to greet everyone and make his appearance known, but as soon as he’d been able, he’d whisked the two of you away. 

God, you were so glad to be going home.

 

“I promise, my dear. You’re all right. No more cameras.” 

You relax, but only slightly. It’s when Martin presses a kiss to the top of your head that you finally let your tense muscles start to ease. They ache, and Martin pouts comfortingly at you when you finally unstick yourself from his side. 

“It’s okay, here, give me your hand?” 

You do so without question. Martin takes your hand so softly you’re surprised you can feel it, and he starts to massage the muscles. You let out a tense sigh as he rubbed circles into the skin between your forefinger and thumb. The action soothes you, muscles hurting so pleasurably beneath his touch. 

That’s one thing you’d never complain to Martin about- he always knew just what to do to get the pain or the ache to go away. Perks of dating a Surgeon, you supposed. 

“There now, see? Much better already. Now, what do you say to a nice warm bath when we get home?” 

You think that sounds pretty good if you’re completely honest. 

Particularly when you catch him throwing your towels in the dryer to make sure they’re fluffy and warm for when you both hop out.

[messyworldfanfictions]

Summary: You work at the same hospital as the famous surgeon Dr. Martin Whitly, during a drunken evening, you slept together and since then he has been avoiding you and acting as if nothing had happened. But you can't forget the intense pleasure you felt that night and you want to feel his skin against yours once again… And you always get what you want.

Pairing: Martin Whitly x reader , Martin Whitly x you

Warnings: Rough Sex, Dom/sub, oral sex, anal sex, rough sex, anal fingering, hair pulling, deep throat, etc...

A Notes: Hi guys ! This fanfiction is a one-shot but maybe I'll continue the story, I don't know... What do you think?

Constructive criticism are welcome, English is not my first language so I apologize for possible mistakes. If you see errors, please tell me! :)

I'm so thirsty for Martin Whitly, I needed to do this. Please, check the tags, it's going to be rough, don't like don't read.

Have fun !

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Your office was barely lit, your lab coat delicately placed on your desk chair. You took off your black pumps and slides your skirt along your soft legs and you gently folded it back on your desk. Then you unbuttoned your white blouse which joined your skirt a few minutes later. Now you were only wearing black and red underwear made of lace. You put your labo coat and your pumps back on. Feeling so naked under your pure white coat excited you so much, you were imagining his face the moment you would open it and a smirk began to show on your angelic face. You walked towards the mirror you have installed in your office and you painted your lips with a bloody-red lipstick, his favorite color.

You were now walking in the surgeon's hallway towards his office, the nocturnal silence of the hospital made the sound of your heels resonate at every step.

*Knock knock knock*

" Enter ", he growled

You opened the door slowy, he did not look up from his paper work.

" Good evening, my sweet Martin " You whispered in a husky voice.

The surgeon looked up and a cold mask of indifference fell across his features.

" Y/n, what do you want ? " He sighed before reporting his eyes to his paperwork.

You knew that Martin Whitly was known for his selfishness, narcissism and arrogance, but he wasn't going to be able to play this game with you for very long.

The silence stretched out between you and him but you decided to break it.

"Why are you acting like nothing happened, Martin?"  You asked. You locked the door and leaned lasciviously against it. Hearing the lock, the surgeon looked at you with an irritated expression.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against his seat before sighing "Look, we had a lot of fun, but it was a big mistake. I don't think we should mix our work and relationships. I was drunk and I had an argument with Jessica before the party... But I love my wife. I don't want to hear about it anymore. Now, if you don't mind..." he was showing the door with his hand.

You were staring at him with an arrogant smirk. You stepped forward to take the free chair in front of his desk and placed it against the door, lowering down so that he could have a nice view of the curve of your butt. Then you sat on that chair and while you were making eye-contact with him you slowly spread your legs so he could see that you had nothing under your lab coat.

He took a look between your legs “Y/N, stop it.” there was a note of warning in Martin’s tone.

" Stop what ? " you asked innocently, mimicking a child's pout.

" Stop acting like a whore and get-out of my office, now. " he growled. His chest was rising fast now and you could see that his eyes were darker, his pupils dilated. You could see his little pepper and salt curls shaking due to the speed of his breathing.

You made a fake outraged expression. His words were rough but you loved it when he dirty-talked to you. You started to unbutton your lab coat while getting up from the chair

" You want me to get out of here… ? " You asked, biting your bottom lip.

" Please Y/N, stop… " he muttered, closing his eyes. You knew he was trying to contain himself, you knew what was driving him crazy. You knew he liked to be in control, especially during sex. You knew you had to provoke him to make him tick.

You smiled at him with a defiant attitude and you whispered " Make me. " You had completely unbuttoned your coat and let it fall to the ground.

In a matter of seconds, you were shoved up against the wall, Martin’s hand having a firm grip on your hair, his face mere inches away from yours.

" Waaaw, it seems the little boy is upset, pathetic attempt of domination. Do you think you're scaring me? Do you think you're hurting me ? " You mocked.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game. You didn't know what Martin was capable of and you knew he had a rather unconventional temperament but you didn't care, you just wanted to feel his cock filling you up like that night. His hand let go of your hair to hold your chin firmly and you whimpered in pain. You were pretty sure his fingers were going to leave bruises on your cheeks.

"Oh, did I hurt you ? " he mocked," but that's why you came dressed like a slut in my office, right ? "  he whispered.

You felt the heat rising between your legs, you leaned forward to kiss him when he pushed you brutally against the wall.

"T-t-t-t-t-t, no. You want to behave like a whore? So I'm gonna treat you like a whore. No kissing. "  Your cheeks were burning with lust. He grabbed your hand and pressed the palm against the front of his pants. You could feel his thick, hard cock pressing against his pants.

"You feel that?" he growled. " That is your fault and you’re going to pay for it. " He roughly turned you around and shoved you hard against the wall. You were too aroused to speak. You could feel his clothes scraping your skin. His hot breath in your neck made you shiver of desire.

He couldn't see it but now you were smiling, satisfied. He was going to give you what you wanted. In fact, you were in control, but he didn't even realize it and it was even more satisfying.

"You want me to hurt you, don't you ? "  he whispered in your ear. But you couldn't say a word, you felt his bulge against your butt and you couldn't think of anything else. "What's going on, Y/n ? Cat got your sassy tongue? " Then you felt a strong hand falling against your left buttock, leaving a red mark.

You shuddered in pain and pleasure. " Answer me, whore. " he ordered

" Yes " you whispered out of breath.

You heard him unbuckle his belt. « You want me to fuck you ? Huh ? Beg for it. "

" Please Martin… " you begged

“Please, what ? You know how to address me.” he pressed against you, his lips so close to your ear.

" Please Doctor Whitly… Please fuck me… I need your cock so much… " You said desperately, rubbing your ass against his hard cock.

He growled in pleasure and ripped your panties before burying his full length in your wet pussy, you screamed with surprise and pleasure the intrusion was so brutal but so exquisite. You loved feeling your pussy full of his cock. Martin covered your mouth with his hand so your moans could not be heard by the other employees.

" Shhhh, you-don’t-want-them-to-here-what-a-slut-you-are, don’t you ? " He punctuated each word with a wild thrust against your already reddened skin. The sound of his hips banging against your ass was obscene. You were so turned on, the release was coming.

" Doctor… W-Whitly i-i’m… " He immediately understood that you were going to come and suddenly he took his cock out of your pussy. You gave a growl of frustration and he made you turn around. Your irritation crackled, you knew he was deliberately frustrating you to get control. You looked at him with angry eyes, your eyebrows frowned. The arrogant smile was on his face now but no longer on yours.

" You fucking twat… " you whispered between your clenched teeth.

He giggled before stroking your hair gently and then had a firm grip on it and pressured you to get down on your knees. You let yourself slide against the wall to find yourself a few inches from his hard cock. You could smell the scent of your wetness on his manhood.

"What are you waiting for? "  he urged. "I'm a little surprised you haven't started to swallow it yet, that's what you do best... » he mocked.

You raised your eyes to his grinning face and said " Go fuck your… " but before you could finish your sentence, he took the opportunity of the opening of your mouth to put his full length in your throat. You didn't have a gag reflex, you practiced for him, to be able to give him as much pleasure as he wanted to take from you. He started moving his hips slowly, coming out of your throat completely and getting in deep again and again. Despite the intrusion of his member, you didn't want to throw up, but the friction in your throat was a little painful and a little tear ran down your cheek because of your filled throat, he erased it gently from your cheek with his thumb.

"Mhmmmmm ooohhhhh yeah..." he moaned as he speeded up the movement of his hips, you could feel your nose hitting the bone of his pubis with each thrust.

After a few minutes he pulled himself out of your mouth and raised you up to turn you face against the wall, smashing your cheek against the cold and hard material. He pressed against you and spread your legs with his knees, he started biting your back and leaving little bruises, it was a little painful but very satisfying. You wanted to belong to him, you wanted him to leave his imprint on your body. You felt his beard irritated every inch of your skin.

"Did you think I was done with you? Huh? What did you taste like? Tell me, did you enjoy the taste of your pleasured wet pussy that I ravaged against the wall? "  he whispered a few inches from your ear.

You were breathless with arousal, the situation was exciting because you didn't know what he was planning to do to you now.

"I-I loved it Mar... Doctor Whitly" you answered, your eyes full of lust. "Please... Fuck me... I need more..." you begged so desperately.

He giggled, "Look at you, so impatient for me to fuck you over and over again..."

You felt his hands moving towards the opening of your ass and you stiffened up. You never had......

He kissed you on the neck and pushed a finger into your mouth so you could lubricate it before whispering, "There's a part of your body you haven't let me visit yet, but you're so eager... I think it's time to let me in." He punctuated his words by pushing his finger inside your untouched hole and you groaned. You didn't expect this penetration to bring you so many waves of pleasure in your belly.

After a few thrust you wanted more "Please... More..." you begged. Martin obeyed, adding another finger. You had never felt anything so good...

After a few minutes of preparation Martin burried his head in your neck, and pulled his full member into your ass in one thrust. You moaned in pain, but the pleasure very quickly replaced that unpleasant feeling, he let you adjust to his cock and then started to move his hips very fast.

"Ohhhhhhh ffffuuuck" you screamed. You knew you weren't going to be able to last long.

"I knew you'd like it," he growled in your neck.

Each thrust was a wave of pleasure, you were tasting ecstasy. It wasn't long before Martin came inside your tight hole, grabbing your hips firmly.

After a few seconds, Martin pulled out of your ass and attached his pants. You had a lot of pleasure but you didn't come.

"Martin, are you really going to stop there?! You can't leave me like this, please..." you begged, imploring him with your eyes, your face still blushing from the rise of your orgasm that hadn't had time to arrive.

Martin cleared his throat and sat in his chair, trying to catch his breath. "You got what you wanted, and you didn't come because I didn't give you permission," he said with a smirk. "You've been a very bad girl, you've provoked me and you've defied my authority... Maybe next time you'll earn your reward. " When he finished his sentence he got up and left his office, leaving you frustrated and soaked.