Alan Rickman Character One Shots

The Heart And The Spoon (🥄 PART 3 NSFW)

Late in the night your door quietly opened, a shadow slipped through the door and you gripped the dagger under your pillow. You didn't draw, only held it. You felt a hand on your back and flipped over, grabbing the shadow. You slammed it to the bed and straddled it's legs, holding the dagger to its throat.

You knew that gasp, it was the same one Sheriff had made when you knocked his sword out of his hand. "What are you doing in my chambers Sheriff? It's very late." You said calmly, feeling the short beard he had.

There was no answer and you realized why. He was gripping your wrist, he flipped the both of you over, the dagger stabbing the bed. He grabbed it quickly, bringing it up to your neck. "Dead." His voice growled. He dragged the blunt end of the blade along your neck.

"Oh please take me already..." you thought out loud, heat rising to your cheeks.

"What was that Ms. (Y/N)?" You could tell the Sheriff was tired by his voice and smooth tone.

"Nothing..." you struggled to get away from him but your body wanted his touch so badly.

Nottingham ran his hands down your arms, them finally resting on your waist. Your spine tingled and you bit your lip, humming, pressing your hips back into his.

Nottingham hummed and moved your long hair from your neck, nipping softly at the back of it. You took in a breath and reached back and grabbed his locks, pulling softly. Nottingham bit down onto your neck, reminding you of Dracula.

You gasped softly and you weren't sure what to do, "Sheriff...?" You whispered, Nottingham grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, "Call me George." He commanded, you nodded softly, "George... I've never... been... well... touched."

You felt Nottingham's grip loosen a bit, "Fantastic." He growled, going back to sucking on your neck harder. You gasped and shut your eyes tight Nottingham reached in front of you and untied the small string on your night gown. "Take it off." He grunted.

Your hands shook slightly as you pulled the gown over your head, tossing it to the side. You were only in your undergarments. It was cold and the window was open, the cold air was licking your skin. Nottingham traced his warm hands up and down your curves, sizing you up. "Oh yeah... you're perfect."

You bit your lip softly at the comment and Nottingham bent you over until your face hit the bed, "Keep your legs up no matter how hard they wanna slip." You nodded, unaware of what came next.

Nottingham pulled your pants down and your body flinched softly, feeling the cold air on your pussy. "Gods... look at you... you're dripping for me." Nottingham says, cockily. You roll your eyes and he smirks, he pushed your head down into the bed and blew some air onto your sensitive nerves. You whimpered softly and your hips rocked at the air, wanting some friction.

"How long have you been wet for me (Y/N)? Hmm?" Nottingham licked up your bare thigh and you hummed, "Last night... I had a dream just like this..." you whispered. Nottingham smirked and positioned himself behind you. His free hand held your thigh and he kissed up your thighs before his mouth connected with your heat.

He skillfully navigated around your folds and found your clit, focusing on that the most your back arched and he drug his teeth along your clit, devouring you. You grabbed your pillow and moaned loudly into it. You wanted to watch him but you didn't want him to stop. "George~" you moaned as your head disconnected with the pillow, your eyes fluttering shut.

He hummed against you, vibrations going all through your body. You curled your toes. "Flip us over!" You almost screamed, his face still buried into your cunt. Nottingham groaned softly and pulled away, flipping you over, "Only because you brought me a prize today. I don't usually do this." You looked at your juices on his face glistening in the candle light.

"But you're so good!"

"Mm... you taste good." He smirked and went back to eating you out. It was much better from this angle. Your hands immediately tangled into his hair, pushing him deeper. Nottingham chuckled and pulled his mouth away, wiping his face. You whimpered and he held a finger up to your face. He used his opposite hand to slip a finger into you, "Holy hell... you're a bit closed."

You furrow your brows, "It's alright. I'll open you right up." Nottingham slips another finger in and you moan softly, your head falling back slightly. His fingers pumped in and out of you and you gasped softly and bit your lip.

There was a tight coil in your stomach that had been building slowly since Nottingham licked up your thigh. This was all so foreign to you, but you knew George knew what he was doing. "Oh god George~" you moaned loudly as he got a third in.

He started to speed up and rubbed your clit with the heel of his hand. Your body electrified and you arched your back, screaming out George's name as you came. George's eyes grew wide and he picked your hips up, lapping up all your cum. It never seemed to end.

You breathed heavily and Nottingham laid you back down. He looked proud of himself and smirked at you. "Your personal reward for capturing Locksley." He leaned down and handed you your gown.

You smiled softly and sighed, not putting it on. You got under the covers and looked at him with glazed eyes. "Thank you..." you whispered, smiling. Nottingham nodded and got up, you grabbed his cape and pulled him back onto the bed. "Spend the night. And in the morning I'll give you a reward of your own."

Nottingham raises both of his brows and looks at you, starting to take his clothes off to get ready for bed. You giggled softly and rolled your eyes, maybe all men weren't that bad.

THE END.

Tomorrow I'm publishing Sinclair and another Harry story! Possibly Lionel as well!