Your shoes sloshed in water, since it had just rained. A pale hand had a tight grip on your arm.
This hand was connected to the one and only Jeff the Killer.
You had been his toy for a while now.
You walked down a pretty deserted looking street. Jeff took you these routes to keep from extra attention to his face, and to give you a little fresh air.
I mean you were locked away in his basement for three weeks.
Giggling, and snickering got your attention. Two women in provocative outfits, came by. Really showing themselves. Show girls. One touched your arm, the other tilting your chin.
"Hey there!~"
Jeff shoved between them both and you.
"You better watch yourselves," he snapped.
Their lips went in a o.
He snarled, dragging you away.
He was off in a huff, until he noticed your expression. Your face was hot red, pink tinting your cheeks.
He stopped walking.
"You're into girls?"
he asked, bluntly.
OH SHIT.
What if he was homophobic?
Maybe you didn't say anything. Maybe you stared at the ground.
"Great," he seethed, "Now I have more fucking competition."
"Well, at least your not a lesbo. Then I'd have to kill you."
You went dead silent. He burst into laughter.
"I'm just KIDDING- jeez, lighten up, princess."
He wiped a tear from his eye.
You tried to hide your tears, tried to blink them back.
"Aw don't cry, doll face. I can make it up to you...."
He suddenly forced you into a sloppy kiss.
You felt your face flare up again.
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End.
Moral of the story: Jeff supports LGBTQA+
This story is for my girlfriend! <3
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Coming out Bisexual/ Pansexual to Jeff the Killer| Female Reader
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