…I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL.
criminal!theodore nott x reader, breaking in, stalking, unprotected piv (don’t do that), mentions of killing (no detail), all characters are 18+
this is completely fiction. do not perform these acts in real life. i do not stand for when many acts in this fanfiction happen in real life, it is purely for your entertainment. in no way am i trying to romanticize killers or crime.
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“…as the united states marshalls have suspected that the infamous serial killer, theodore nott, also known as the skeleton slasher, has gone international.” the tv buzzed with latest news.
“from england to the united states, citizens of los angeles are being told to stay inside; lock all doors and windows, only talk to people you trust. officials say he never strikes in the same place twice.”
you sat on your couch as you realized the little murderer you were interested in might be nearby. you were into true crime, always being updated with the newest legal advice. your first instinct is to call your brother and ask about theodore.
your brother, gabriel hernandez, one of l.a.’s biggest drug dealers, had connections to almost every criminal.
before you can think, your phone is in your hand and your searching for his contact. the phone rings, once, twice, until you hear his gruff voice over the line.
“i-i was wondering something” you don’t mean to stutter, but you’re worried to even ask. you don’t want him to get mad at you for assuming he was still dealing, but the words spill out anyway.
“if you know anyone by the name of th-theodore nott?”
“yeah.” gabriel did some out of the country deals, especially with supplying, so it made sense.
“how dangerous is he? and do you know if he’s actually in l.a.? because the guy on the news seemed-“
“stop. he’s dangerous. lock your door and don’t open it for anyone.”
“have you met him? did you know him? have you ever-“
gabriel hung up on you. you expected it, shutting your phone off. you reach for the remote, clicking the tv off as you get up to the kitchen.
it was around nine o’clock, your mess from dinner was still sitting on the counters. you groan, walking to the dishwasher and packing a few more dishes in it to turn it on.
you then work on the food scraps, not caring to compost them, instead throwing them in the garbage. struggling to fit rest of the garbage into the bag, you realize you might just have to take it out now.
a sigh escapes your lips as you tie the bag shut, slipping on your uggs and walking out your apartment door. you walk to the end of the hall, meeting the garbage chute, opening the metal as you toss the bag in.
you walk back to your apartment, taking off your shoes and walking to your bedroom. changing into something a bit comfier, just shorts and a hoodie as you grab your phone from your hoodie pocket to scroll on tiktok for a bit.
the entire ‘for you’ feed is edits of someone. you read the main tags, eyes widening at the sight.
you watch the edits, jaw slightly dropped as you drool over him. you knew it was wrong, knowing the man is a literal serial killer. you save a few, watching a few more edits before you decide to call it a night and plug in your phone.
there’s a rattling sound coming from the kitchen that wakes you up, darting out of bed. maybe it was the dishwasher?
you checked the time, 12:48. the dishwasher would’ve finished it’s cycle by now. you grab whatever you can find beside you, figuring your only self defence weapon was a hair brush or, if you got close enough to strangle whatever it was, a phone charger.
tiptoeing out of bed, wondering if you should hide or run, but your thoughts are cut short to a tall man opening your bedroom door.
you forgot to lock the front door.
your breath catches in your throat, and it’s like your feet are glued to the floor. he’s even more attractive in person, although he was hid behind some skeleton makeup in the photos.
“hello” he says, accent adorning the word. “you’re gabriel’s sister, right? heard a lot about you” you’re confused, why was gabriel gabbing about you to a serial killer?
“y/n hernandez? prettier in person” he takes a step towards you, your hand tightening around your hairbrush.
“harmless? you ripped that guy’s face off!”
“he was talking bad about my mum” you shake your head in disbelief, wondering how he was so casual about it. why were you arguing with a serial killer in the first place? he had killed over a hundred people, you could be the next.
“haven’t you, i dunno, killed a hundred people!” you stammer, pointing the hairbrush at him.
“a hundred men.” he corrects you. “i’m a gentlemen, i only kill men who do wrong. are you planning to use that hairbrush on me?” you look at your hands, not knowing what it would do anyway.
“why are you here? did my brother tell you to come here? because i swear to-“
“no, he didn’t. i mean, i’ve known where you live for a long time. what toppings you like on your ice cream, when you leave for work, when you like to go to the gym. but he didn’t tell me to come here.” your jaw drops.
“are you stalking me?” you exclaim, lack of credence filling your throat. “well, is if stalking when you have it on your socials?” you weren’t famous per se, you had a couple hundred thousand followers though.
you shrug slightly, not taking your eyes off him. “no, i was just at san diego central jail, helping a friend with a breakout. needed somewhere to stay, and i hoped you would let me in.”
“are you insane!? i can’t-“
“please, please y/n. they’ll arrest me otherwise. i can’t do this without you.”
it was asinine. letting a known serial killer stay in your house? was it crazier that you were actually considering it…?
“how close are you with gabe.” your question sounds more like a statement, staring into his pleading eyes. “we’re good friends. remember how he was an exchange student in italy? i helped him around, then when i moved to england he came and visited a few times.”
you forgot about all those random trips to england. “is-is he still dealing?” genuine worry crept in your voice. you didn’t want your brother back in jail, who knows what they did to him there.
“sometimes, but just when he needs to pay a favour. i’ve helped him out of many bad situations.” sirens blare through your open window, theo gets out of the way of the window, quickly shuffling towards you.
he drops to his knees so his head isn’t caught from helicopter lights flying above, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “please, just one night, cara mia” his voice is earnest and small, hands trailing your thighs.
the lights are bright and clear, making you squint as you shut the curtains. “one night.” you add emphasis to the words.
“thank you, thank you bambolina.”
“promise not to kill me?”
“i haven’t let anyone so much as look at you, cara mia. i promise.”
he hasn’t? what does that mean? “only because you’ve helped gabe, got it?” he nods, eyes flickering with relief. you walk back to the kitchen, shutting your blinds tighter and double checking you locked your door.
he’s ominously watching you with raised eyebrows as you lock every window in paranoia. “relax, i haven’t let anyone in here for the three years you have been here.” he remarks, like it’s a known fact that he’s your ‘bodyguard’.
“what do you mean by haven’t?” you furrow your brows. “we both know i don’t just look at your socials.” he says, turning back into the bedroom. your jaw drops slightly in confusion as you follow him into your room.
“get out, i wanna sleep” you direct. “right. you have like to go to the gym at 7:00am, then shower, then your volunteer hours on saturday’s,-“
“okay stop! i get it, you stalked me, y’fucking weirdo” for whatever reason, you weren’t scared of this serial killer. he didn’t seem like the killer type, but you were expecting the unexpected at all times.
“where would you like me to go, cara mia?” the nickname made your knees weak. he wasn’t bad looking at all, he looked even better in the yellow glow of your vanity.
“i-i dunno, i guess you can’t leave right now since they’re looking for you. do whatever, okay? i need some rest” you were either really fucking stupid, or maybe you liked a psychopath? why did you just tell him he could do whatever…?
“okay, cara mia.” he walks up to you, placing a kiss atop your head. “get some rest.” he closes your door, and you lay in the soft sheets.
all you can think about is the way his lips touched you, even for a second on your hair. you try to fall asleep, again and again, but you feel empty. you crave something.
theo’s scent lingered slightly in the room, making it even harder for you to sleep. without even thinking, your feet are on your bedroom floor as you approach the door.
you hesitate to open it, wondering if it was the right choice to go back out and see theodore. well the first mistake was letting him stay here in the first place. you open the door, ready to walk out into the darkness, but you nearly walk into a tall figure.
“why are you right outside of my door?”
“why’d you leave to come see me?”
you scoff in the darkness, pushing past him. “i did not come out to see you.”
“right, and i’m not a killer.” you shake your head and roll your eyes, god this guy’s cocky. you flick on a light switch, admiring him. he didn’t have the skull makeup he had on in his mugshot, he looked even better in your kitchen.
“so why’d you come out here-“
before your mind can think, your legs are walking towards him as you capture his lips in a kiss. there’s no hesitation, no thinking, just your lips against his rough ones. theo melts into the kiss, hand gliding through your hair as he explores your mouth with his tongue.
you always knew you’d do some stupid shit in your lifetime, but making out with a killer took the cake. you pull away, out of breath, staring at him.
“you have no idea how long i’ve waited for this.” he pants. he was hard as a rock beneath his pants, hands doing barely anything to cover it. you notice it almost immediately, arousal dripping on your panties.
theo was supposed to be a badass ‘skeleton slasher’, not pathetically hard from a single kiss. you should be afraid, but words slipped from his accent laced tongue, coercing you to not be scared. it was stupid, but how could you not? your hand reaches his, yanking him to the bedroom.
he chuckles, a small “easy, cara mia” slipping from his lips. it’s just the two of you, staring at each other in the faint light from the blinds. then, the sirens immerse again in the quiet air. your lips land on his as you pull him towards you by his collar.
“please- i’ve waited so long, let me take care of you” he whispers against your warm skin, kissing your cheek. you nod, ever so slightly, but it’s enough for theo to pick you up and place you on your bed.
fleece hoodie peeling off your head, theo nearly ripping his shirt off as you try to pull your pyjama shorts down. his hands guide yours, pulling your pants off all the way as his come off as well.
he’s obviously hard, even in the faint glow from the street lights outside. the tent in his boxers pokes your pussy, wet patch circling his tip.
“up to you, bella, but this may be the last time you ever see me.”
“fuck it, hurry up.” theo wastes no time, pulling your panties down and his boxers off as well, red tip leaking pre cum as he lines himself up with your entrance. “please” you breath out, staring at him through blissful eyes. he slides in, just about halfway, making your head throw back in a groan.
“you okay?” “keep going, fuck” your moans get louder as he goes faster, hips jolting into yours. the first few thrusts are slow but powerful as he increases his speed.
you hear the run of sirens again, getting closer and closer in earshot. “fuck, theo!” you’re impressed at his size, the stretch making your eyes roll back. he was gonna cum at any second, he’d waited for years just to speak to you.
“fucking perfect, cara mia.” he grunts, filling you to the brim with his cock. you jump when his cold hands brings your ankles to his shoulders, getting a deeper angle of your pussy. it feels good, too good. you can’t help but cry his name as he pushes in and out of your needy pussy relentlessly.
“fuck, i can’t help it cara mia, i need to cu- can i cum?” like the gentlemen theo is, he asked in between groans. “yes- fuck theo! right there..!” you moan, eyes rolling back as you feel theo fill up your pussy.
your orgasm lets out, shaking your body. theo’s quick, kissing your head a few times before getting up and grabbing you a damp towel to wipe you off and helping you get dressed.
you find solace laying with him, head laying on his chest as you breathe in rhythm. his hand is running through your hair, neatly brushing the locks and playing with them.
“i love you, cara mia, but i’m always on the run. maybe you’ll join me one day.” he whispers to your half asleep body, you don’t register the words.
you eventually fall asleep, waking up to nothing but yourself and his scent still lingering. you check your phone, its almost noon. memories from last night crowd your head, but you notice a notification from theo.
you groan, getting up to pack. who knows, maybe you’ll be the next bonnie and clyde.
tessa’s notes… this sucks but okay
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