Mr Warren from the Inside no 9 ep The Trial of Elizabeth Gadge fanart because it IS one of Reece's best looks lbr... the quote in the background is Mr Clarke's last speech to him which I really liked btw!
Your headcannons are genius! Can we get one for Mr. Warren?
Tyyy omg so I got a bit kinky w this one cos I proper fancy Mr. Warren but I hope u like it 😭 Sorry it took so long!
Realistic Relationship Headcanons
Mr. Warren (Inside No. 9) x f!Reader
AO3 link here
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut, hierophilia
- Probs accused u of being a witch at first
- Like acc once tried to burn you at the stake, now holds your hand while u cook over a fire like, “ah, memories”
- This mf is kinky as hell
- Uses his devices on u
- Improper use of a crucifix
- No PDA ever tho he has a reputation to uphold 😤
- Sugar daddy tbh he gettin them gold coins
- Pervert honestly
- Mf is not letting u get a cat, god forbid u already have one he’ll be side eyeing u forever
- Puts u on the rack but its date night
- Smells like smoke 24/7
- Calls u “wench” as a pet name
- Says ur possessed by the devil when u argue
- Has also probs tried to arrest u mid argument
- He’s one of those blokes who can never be wrong he js won’t admit it
- Insists on celibacy at first but gets a boner when he sees ur ankle, is convinced ur a succubus, smashes anyway
- Makes u call him “inquisitor” in bed
- Never lets u walk alone at night he thinks a monster’s gonna get u
- Spanks you for “heresy”
- Consulted to bible to cure him when he caught feelings bc he thought it was an affliction
- Won’t let you bathe unsupervised, claims it’s for your safety, secretly just wants to watch 😝
- Loves you but won’t say it but will say shit like, “if thou diest, I shall burn the village and myself with it.”
- More of a diva than you tbh, owns like 7 diff pairs of ceremonial witch finding boots
- Is convinced God made u to personally tempt him, like bro no ur js hot
- Need his curl routine tbh 🫦
- Will get turned on when u sass him
- God forbid u slap him or spit in his face he BASKS in that shit
- Absolutely would not let u read books who do u think u are
- Sometimes stares at your thighs for too long then prays aggressively
- Called u witch during a shag once, u were both kinda into it
- Pretends he’s disgusted by u on ur period but would absolutely still go to town on u
- Tries to interrogate u during foreplay like “confess your sins, wench,” bro I js took my top off behave
- I js imagined him saying, “your soul tempts me more than your flesh,” then immediately following it up with “but your flesh doth tempt me grievously”
- 17th century performative male final boss
- Would catch him shirtless reading scripture by candlelight and he’s flexing his muscles so hard he goes lightheaded
- Stares at u with furious longing always
- Makes u be in the crowd at all his trials bc he thinks it’s impressive
- It’s not and u laugh at him
- U see a spider and scream and he’s running in with a weapon shouting “speak thy name, foul entity!”
- Absolutely the jealous type
- No man is allowed to come near u ever sorry
- Highkey toxic
- If u cried in front of him he’d just be like “don’t do that”🧍🏻
- Fasting and flagellating himself because he had an unholy dream about you
- I get the vibe that he like never sleeps???
- No sense of humour, if u tell him a joke he’s just gonna look at u like this 😐
- Does not believe in women’s rights or wrongs
- His beard would tickle 🙈
- Attention seeker tbh
- 100% makes up any excuse to come visit u js for u to notice him
- Insists on marriage immediately, like babe we met 5 mins ago what
A/N: This did not take the turn I wanted it to, and I'm not super happy with it but I'm too ill at the moment to write something else in time for today's upload. I may revisit it at some point, but for now, enjoy :)
'M-Mr Warren! I wasn't expecting to see you back from the hearing so soon!' I hasten to cover myself, suddenly all too aware of my nakedness in such an open part of the house.
The witchfinder stands quietly in the doorway, hand still resting on the doorknob, piercing blue eyes fixed on me. The eerie coldness of his gaze rakes over my exposed form, his lips pulled into a careful line. He stands out against the festive greenery spread out around the room, a dark shadow in the warm firelight of the yule log. He doesn't look away, keeping me fixed under his unrelenting stare.
'So I see,' Warren replies slowly, voice calm and collected, 'I returned to thank you for your hospitality these past few weeks, as Mr Clarke has found some new accommodation for us where we will be less of a disruption to your life, though I see that I should have waited until later in the evening.'
I flush at his continued scrutiny, shuffling to wrap the woven blanket I've yanked around my form to protect myself a little tighter around my bare body.
'Forgive me for my indecency, sir. I fell in the snow as I was gathering yule decorations from outside and changed by the fire to keep myself warm. I should haven't have been so brazen about where I did so,' I apologise, trying to explain myself.
The witchfinder doesn't respond immediately, just steps into the room and closes the door behind himself. He removes his hat and outer layers until he's left in his dark doublet, trousers and boots, maintaining his gaze the entire time.
'You have no need to apologise, (Y/n). This is your abode after all, you may do as you wish behind these walls.' Warren moves a little closer.
Instinctively, I take a step back, ice trickling down my spine at the look in his eyes. It becomes all too easy to imagine how a rabbit may feel in the jaws of a dog at this moment.
'Yes sir,' I manage to stammer out behind a shaky breath, unable to think of anything else to say.
Something dark colours his icy gaze, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. He stalks ever closer, moving easily into my personal space. The faint scent of woodfire clings to him, dancing in my nose as I breathe him in, staring, wide-eyed, at him.
'I had another method of gratitude in mind for you,' Warren speaks quietly, backing me up against the table behind me, mere inches from me by now, 'But a better idea has come to mind, which I believe you'll appreciate more.'
His hands find the table, arms caging me in against it, the man leaning in so I have to bend backwards to avoid banging our faces together. He doesn't allow me to go far, dropping his head so he can speak directly in my ear, his soft dark curls brushing against my face.
'Be truthful: has a man ever touched you before? Treated you in the way I know you crave so desperately?' Heat burns to life in my core at his words, my jaw dropping at the insinuation, 'Do not lie to me, (Y/n).'
I swallow, taking a second to compose myself as he pulls back to look me in the eye, pinning me in place with a sharp gaze. Taking a deep breath, I shake my head, averting my gaze.
'N-no, Sir.'
He hums, clearly pleased. Slender fingers appear at my chin, tilting my head back to him, his thumb tracing the line of my lip. He leans in close, almost bringing our lips together.
'Then allow me to thank you properly for all of your hospitality,' He purrs, dropping his mouth to my neck.
I gasp as he presses his lips to my neck in a warm, carefully-placed kiss, direct to my pulse. His hands lift to my chest, gently teasing my fingers away from the blanket, letting it drop to the floor, revealing my body to the warm air. Embers dance along my spine as he continues to smooth increasingly hotter kisses down my neck, his hands finding my hips and slipping down to my rear, cupping the soft skin and gripping, crushing my body harder against his. I whimper as he trails his tongue lazily down towards my collarbone, where he bites down hard, sucking a dark mark onto my skin. A yelp escapes me before I can stop it, my hands shooting up to grip at Warren's doublet.
He pulls back slightly, taking my hands in his and lowering them to the table, pinning them in place. Eyes wide, I watch as he slowly drops his head to my chest. I find I can't tear my gaze away as he sets about painting my skin with red marks, thoroughly claiming me as his own, holding me down as I squirm in his grip, feeling a strange sensation gathering at my core; it's not entirely foreign to me, but arousal is not something I have felt at many points in my life. At least not as urgently as this. Before I can help myself, my hips roll forwards, meeting his. Concealed behind the fabric of his trousers is a noticeably sizable bulge, which he grinds against me as he feels me beginning to respond to him.
The witchfinder smirks against my skin, taking one of my hands from the table and bringing it to the bulge, pressing my hand against it.
'Do you feel that, (Y/n)? That's virility like you've never known before, and like you will never know again. I will allow you to feel it in its entirety, but first,' He leans in, biting my earlobe, 'You must submit to me. Become mine, as God intends.'
I gasp as the concealed cock twitches in its confines, the man clearly as needy for me as I am for him. My thighs subtly rub together, seeking relief from the burning arousal, my fingers pressing at the hidden flesh. Every ounce of my being is screaming at me to agree, desperate to be his, to have access to this depravity again.
And yet, that predatory look in his eyes frightens me. A cold curl settles in my stomach at the all-knowing gaze he has me pinned with.
'Allow yourself the relief, (Y/n),' Warren murmurs in my ear, releasing my hand to cup my core, the sudden presence of his palm over my bare cunt jolting me from my thoughts.
Languidly, he drags a finger through my folds, pressing down over a bundle of nerves that has me squeaking from the sudden snap of pleasure that sparks through me. My mind goes momentarily blank and I find myself nodding, muttering agreements.
His smile is cold, triumphant.
'Good girl,' He murmurs, plunging a finger into me with no further preamble.
The sudden stretch has me jerking into him, my body unused to such an intrusion, especially one as ruthless as this. The witchfinder just smirks, watching me as he sets a brutal pace, thrusting the digit into my tight cunt as I writhe and moan, pleasure setting my veins alight. He crooks his finger just right, rubbing harshly at a spot inside me that has my eyes bulging from my head, my free hand grasping his arm to ground myself. Under my fingers, I can feel his muscles flexing and shifting with each movement of his hand against me; his other hand releases my wrist, trailing up my body until he's lightly gripping my chin, tilting my face towards him.
'You give in to sin so easily, don't you,' His smirk widens as my face falls, 'Just a few touches and your cunt is in the devil's possession, all too ready for sin. And don't argue it, my dear: you're far too wet and ready for a cock, my cock, to make any plausible point.'
His hand slips to my throat, the thumb of his other pressing down hard on my clit. Warren yanks me closer to him, his breath washing over my face as he grins condescendingly.
'Allow me to fuck the sin from you,' He purrs, eyes glittering, 'Give yourself proeprly over to me and I will make sure you are cleansed of this impurity by the time the holy night has come and gone. I must rid you of your temptation.'
His hand never slows, another finger adding to my cunt as my head goes hazy, useless as the pleasure removes all logical thought. Maybe he's right, maybe the devil has gotten to me, leaving me so addled as I am now, leaving me so ready to take a man's cock even after only a few weeks of knowing him. His implications don't really register with me but I find myself nodding.
'C-cleanse me, sir. Please!' I gasp out, giving him an imploring look, feeling my cunt clench around his relentless fingers.
The predatory look returns, followed quickly by a deep, dark hunger.
