Nagito Komaeda x Jimbo fanfiction rewrite

[Sneedman]

https://soyjakblog.com/threads/vivocuck-jimbo-x-terrycrews-drunken-beating-fanfiction.10902/Jimbo sat on the edge of the couch, his hands resting on his crotch, the room heavy with sounds of him jacking off. His body was sore, the marks from Terry’s rough treatment still fresh, though nothing compared to the weight of Satoko Houjou fan. Terry had been taking test again—Jimbo could always tell when things were about to spiral. He had tried to avoid it, to stay out of Terry’s way, but it had been unavoidable this time. Terry had been clitty leaking, aggressive, her words laced with foid rage.
<emotional bonding space
Now, Terry was standing in front of him, her posture stiff from all the hrt. The alcohol still lingered in her breath, but there was something else—something softer, a shift that Jimbo had seen before. It was the cycle repeating itself. Jimbo bleeding from all the fights on the soybooru and the shroom, coming back for Terry to confort him, even as she had hurt him before.
<emotional bonding space
"I'm sorry," Terry muttered, her voice low and heavy with regret. "I don't know what came over me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Please, forgive me."
<emotional bonding space
Jimbo didn’t know how to respond. His heart ached, not from the physical pain but from the confusion that swirled in his chest. He only felt that type of emotion when he finished oneshot for the first time. He wanted to believe that Teresa was sumply feeding onto his dommy mommy fetish, not trying to intentionally hurt him. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t true.
<emotional bonding space
Terry knelt beside him, reaching out to gently take Jimbo’s hand. Her touch was tender, almost too gentle, as if to make up for all the elephants people spammed on jimbo's profile.
<emotional bonding space
"I love you, Jimbo. I’ll make it up to you. You know I’ll do anything for you, I might even buy you the Niko plush you wanted." Terry whispered, her eyes filled with that familiar sorrow, the one that always made Jimbo feel guilty for spending more time arguing with namecaca instead of cuddling with her.
<emotional bonding space
Jimbo closed his eyes, feeling the weight of those words like a blanket. The warmth of Terry’s embrace, the softness of her touch—it felt comforting in the moment. He could even feel he scars of the surgery on her tits.
<emotional bonding space
"Please," Terry continued, her voice shaking. "I can’t lose you. I won’t let this happen again. I swear. Please don't erp with any other pooners besides me."
<emotional bonding space
And in that moment, Jimbo wanted to believe her. He wanted to forget everything that had just happened, the cruel words, the pain, the fear. He wanted the tenderness back. He wanted the pooner he had fallen in love with, not the person who had hurt him.
<emotional bonding space
Terry’s lips brushed against Jimbo’s forehead, lingering there. Jimbo closed his T50 eyes, letting himself stop gooning and appreciate the warmth of the embrace, his body still trembling from his poor health. He didn’t know how to feel—how to know whether she was the charming girl of the schlog, or the monster of /qa/.
<emotional bonding space
For a brief moment, it almost felt like nothing ever happened. It almost felt like everything could be okay again. The kiss, the closeness, the reassurance—it was the calm after the storm. And Jimbo let himself be pulled back into the illusion that things could go back to normal, that they could go back to shitting up the 'log together. That they were still a couple in love, and this time, Terry really would be different.
<emotional bonding space
But deep down, Jimbo knew this wasn’t the end. He had been here before. He had heard these promises before. He knew that Terry could literally beat him up, dude.

 

[absolutely not dino]

sybau

 

[Twostripe]

 

[Sneedman]

sybau
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Only aryans read all that

 

[_account]

Geg the top comment is describing this exact scenario

 

[_account]

I didn't read a single word, I'm just going to assume it's even worse than Onzikn's Pablo fanfic.
You two are fucking pathetic.

 

[Goot]

Emotional(ly distressing)

 

[Sneedman]

I didn't read a single word, I'm just going to assume it's even worse than Onzikn's Pablo fanfic.
You two are fucking pathetic.

Blame chatgpt for writing the original story. I just gemmed it up

 

[worldatwar]

my terry song mogs

 

[Onzikin]

my terry song mogs

Post it

 

[_73]

 

[Thomsen]

 

[worldatwar]

Post it

Thread 'Terry, come home'

Jun 10, 2025

Terry, now I know I was wrong
I messed up, and now you're gone
Terry, I'm sorry I molested you
Oh, I never expected you to run away and leave me
Feeling this empty
Your leaking right now would sound like music to me
Please come home, 'cause I miss you, Terry
Terry, come home
(Terry, come home)
Terry, can't you see I was blind?
I'll do anything to change your mind
More than a slut, you're my true love
Too hot to forget
Come back 'cause you are lovely
And forgive me for making you wanna roam
And now my heart is beating like the saddest mereal womanome...

• worldatwar
• Replies: 17
• Forum: /shit/ - The Shithole

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[Sneedman]

Who the fuck is Nagito? And why f
does terry get world filtered to it?

 

[worldatwar]

my wife, tеrry being filtered into some anime character??

i must change my pfp to one for my love...

 

[rap soon nick gurr]

In the quiet village of Windlewood, nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, lived a man named Harold P. Bumbletwist. Harold was a retired librarian known for two things: his encyclopedic knowledge of cheese and his rather explosive digestive system.

Every Tuesday, the townsfolk gathered in the village square for the Windlewood Weekly Whistle-Off — a quirky tradition where people showed off their musical talents using anything but actual instruments. Harold, however, had never participated. He claimed he was "saving his talents for a special occasion."

That occasion came unexpectedly.

It was a bright, breezy Tuesday. The square was packed. Children laughed, dogs barked, and Mayor Twigsby was about to declare the start of the contest when Harold waddled onto the stage, carrying nothing but a shitoko large bowl of bean stew.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Harold declared, adjusting his sweater vest, “prepare your ears for the symphony of the century.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Was he about to—

Yes. Yes, he was.

Harold turned around, took a dramatic stance, and let loose a fart so mighty it sent a flock of pigeons into the air. The first blast was in B-flat, followed by a jazzy little riff that some swore resembled the opening bars of Beethoven’s Fifth.

Children screamed in awe. An elderly woman fainted. One man’s monocle shattered.

By the end of Harold’s... performance, the village square had gone utterly silent — not from offense, but reverence.

Mayor Twigsby removed his top hat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said solemnly, “we have heard the future. And it smells... revolutionary.”

Harold was awarded the Golden Whoopee Cushion, Windlewood’s highest musical honor. From that day on, he was known as The Bard of the Backside, and his Tuesday bean recitals became a town staple.

And thus, the legend of Harold P. Bumbletwist — and his musical farts — lived on forever.

 

[Starbing_Artiste]

Who the fuck is Nagito? And why f
does terry get world filtered to it?

Geg nushroomas don't know danganronpa

 

[Thomsen]

Who the fuck is Nagito? And why f
does terry get world filtered to it?

That fucking dude from danganronpa fujoshits love so much. The only question is who likes danganronpa in the staff team?

 

[Herpes Trout]

Can we ban you?

 

[Klitty]

Geg nushroomas don't know danganronpa

Bet they don't even know Chihiro