#bnha monoma

[bfire92]

Any Momoma stans out there who has a fun idea for something that could be his "usual order" at a café? In just in need of it for maybe two sentences in a fic XD

[real-hot-grl-shi]

when they do that shi when they look up and glare >>>> 🤭

AAHAHUJAKHJHFKHJHKSJH AND THEN I DIEEEEE I'LL MORE THAN A LOVER MORE THAN A WOMAN EVEN MORE UNDER COVERS I'LL BE MORE THAN A LOVER MORE THAN A WOMAN MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR YOU‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[kaiellajen]

Monoshin coloring 💖

[burntsoba]

“I really like you, Shinso, Honestly! We’re so similar :)”

“Disagree.”

[skiiyoomin]

can u please make a pt.2 of the mha reacting to your corset?? can u include tamaki, neito, shinsou and dabi please :D? if not that's okay!!

ღSending them a video of you trying on corsets pt.2

ʚft.Shinsou, Sero, Dabi, Monoma, Amajiki

ʚCont: suggestive, crack ⤑Back to navigation

[elssero]

clash!

n.monoma.

♰sfw, smau, in which monoma has a stupid crush on some stupid girl from class 3A, miscommunication, flirty reader, maybe slight angst but not really.

[phant0mth1ef]

so clean the house, clear the drawers. mop the floors & stand tall. like no one’s ever been here before, or at all.

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bakugou

cleaning out your apartment was bittersweet, everything was still set in motion. as if the life had never left the two bedroom living space. pictures of you littered the wall. he cleaned silently, unconsciously putting all your photo frames in one area so that he’d be able to take them with him. he stopped once he got to your bedroom, the stuffed animal that he’d won you back in highschool was currently sitting on your bed, waiting for you to return. he gripped the doorframe, knuckles white.

midoriya

burst into full on tears the moment your door opened, enveloping him into a wave of your perfume. your dog was at his feet, barking and begging to be fed. once that’d been taken care of, midoriya grabbed the dogs supplies and toys, he’d take over caring for her. he’d bought a storage unit to put all your stuff in, refusing to dump out anything. when he opened your fridge, seeing the stuff you’d personally bought, he knew then and there that the tears would never stop.

todoroki

refused to even try and clear out your apartment. would continue to pay for it so that it could stay the same, waiting for your return.

monoma

he’d live in the space himself, he tried to clean it but his hands begun to shake when he started trying to clear out your decorations that you’d left around the space. those were your things.

[skymar13]

“Please don’t die on me!”

Tw: suicide. Reader death.

He shouted at your body. You’d given your all on the field. Using your quirk to defeat shigaraki had its drawbacks, one of them being your life. But you’d known this outcome from the very beginning. You’d known you were going to die before you even stepped onto the battlefield. You’d told few of your plan but the one person you couldn’t tell was your boyfriend. How are you to tell the love of your life that your blood shed would end in your death? You couldn’t. Your last words were now engrained into his brain.

“Thank you for allowing me to be the best hero I could be”

your shaky voice rung on the intercom. He didn’t think much of it until he saw your figure shoot into the sky your quirk blowing out of your body and your flesh scattering across the sky your blood dripping like rain. It was a sight he never imagined he’d be seeing. How could he? You were supposed to go out after this. Take off and live your lives as pro heroes together. But he saw that image crumble in front of him.

Here he was sobbing with you in his arms, limp and cold. He was yelling curses and begs but he knew you were gone. And he knew he couldn’t live without you.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

The whole class had been shaken about your death no one could not think about you. Your dorm stayed the way it was. The last bowl you ate out of stayed in the sink. Your laundry was still soaking in the washing machine. No one could even think about touching what once was yours. All your lasts. It was heart breaking. But what was most heart breaking was seeing your boyfriend break in front of them. He took it the hardest. He didn’t eat drink shower he just layed on the floor of your room crying and holding a photo of the two of you at Christmas.

He couldn’t take this anymore he was pathetic. Pathetic without you atleast. How is he supposed to live with you? He couldn’t. So he didn’t.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

He got up for the first time in a week. He went to one of your favorite places. The planetarium.

They should really start adding security to tall buildings.

He trudged up the steps your photo in hand. Silent tears still falling from his face. He unzipped his jacket and took off his shoes stepping onto the edge.

The last thought he had was of you. His last words were to you.

“See you soon.”

Anyone.

[miss-jaye]

monoma hasn’t let go of you since you showed him the sundress you’re wearing.

“neito? honey, i gotta change…” you said with a nervous laugh, trying to gently pry his arms off you. but he just shook his head, his grip tightening slightly. “no.”

you sighed. “what do you mean, no?” you asked, your voice tinged with exasperation. he looked up at you, his face completely blank, but his eyes held a stubborn glint. “no.”

you groaned, letting your head fall back against the arm of the couch where you’d been trapped for the past two hours. “baby, please,” you pleaded, your voice softening as you tried to coax him. you wanted nothing more than to slip into something comfortable and start on dinner.

“let me appreciate you for one more hour,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, savoring every second of having you so close.

“nooo…!” you huffed, feeling your patience wearing thin. “you already did that for two hours, neito.” he just shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. “i can do it for another,” he teased, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“neito!” you whined, but there was no real heat behind it. despite your protests, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was being, even if it was a little over the top.

he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze, his expression softening into something almost vulnerable. “you’re nothing less than perfect, my dear,” monoma said, his voice filled with so much sincerity that it made your heart skip a beat.

“neito,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you searched for the right response. but what could you say when he looked at you like that, as if you were the only thing that mattered?

he smiled softly, sensing your shift in mood. “just stay here with me a little longer,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing circles on your arm. “dinner can wait.”

you sighed in defeat, “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“maybe,” your husband chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “but i’m not letting go. not yet.”

you couldn’t help but smile. what was one more hour?

“fine,” you gave in with a soft laugh. “but after this, you’re helping me with dinner.”

“deal,” he agreed easily, clearly pleased that you gave in.

after a while, you felt his breathing slow, his body relaxing more against yours. “neito?” you whispered, glancing down to find his eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

“just resting my eyes,” he mumbled, though the way he clung to you told a different story.

you smiled fondly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “i love you, you know that?”

monoma's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at you with a sleepy smile. “i love you too. more than anything.”

[tsumuus]

neito monoma who never seems to shut up, also never knows what to say around you…

The support course at U.A. had its own rhythm, a unique hum of activity that was different from the hero courses. You were used to the clanking of tools and the buzz of machinery, but what you weren’t used to was running into a certain blond-haired boy every few days.

It all started during the sports festival. You’d been helping out with the equipment, ensuring everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. That’s when you first met Neito Monoma. He had been so intrigued by your work and your passion for support technology that he ended up lingering longer than necessary, asking questions that, at the time, seemed genuine.

Ever since that day, it seemed like Monoma kept showing up wherever you were. In the halls, near the cafeteria, even in the support course workshop when he was supposedly just passing by.

It happened again today. You were working on calibrating a gadget when Monoma suddenly appeared at the door, looking awkwardly out of place.

“Uh, hey, yn,” he stammered, shuffling his feet. “I was just… um, just checking out how things are going.”

You raised an eyebrow, a little amused. “You don’t need to check up on me. I’m fine.��

Monoma’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Oh, right. I mean, not that I was, you know, checking up on you. Just curious about the, uh, stuff you’re working on.”

Kendo and Hatsume, who were chatting nearby, looked over with interest. Monoma’s eyes darted to them, then back to you, as if suddenly realizing he was being watched.

“Right, uh, so this is the new prototype?” he asked, leaning in a bit too close and almost bumping into your elbow. “Cool. Really, really cool.”

You chuckled, trying not to find his nervousness endearing. “Yeah, it’s a pretty neat piece of tech. Want to take a closer look?”

“Uh, sure!” Monoma said, moving to stand next to you, but his hand accidentally brushed against yours. He jerked his hand back, mumbling, “Sorry, didn’t mean to—”

Kendo and Hatsume exchanged glances, clearly entertained by Monoma’s discomfort. You tried to keep the conversation going despite his awkwardness.

“So, have you, um, had any interesting encounters with support equipment recently?” you asked, trying to steer him into more familiar territory.

Monoma’s face reddened further. “Encounters? Oh, well, I mean, I, uh, did see some interesting stuff in the hero course, but nothing as… impressive as this.”

The more he spoke, the more tangled his words became. His usual confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen. It was clear that he was trying—and failing—to play it cool.

“Well, if you ever want to discuss support tech or need any help, feel free to ask,” you said with a smile. “I’m always around.”

Monoma’s eyes widened with surprise and relief. “Really? I mean, yeah, sure! That’d be, um, great. I’ll, uh, see you around.”

You nodded, watching as he left the workshop, his steps a little faster than usual. You couldn’t help but wonder why he always seemed so flustered around you. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you did.

As Monoma walked away, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Running into you was always the highlight of his day, even if he never quite knew what to say. But he’d keep trying.

masterlist

a/n so ooc but idrc lol

[sbartdump]

this one took me a whiiiiilllle

my sons

its kinda funny how i randomly appear on tumblr and each time im making art for a completely different fandom

[lynnuvo]

Richy Rich Gets a Girl

(Based on the idea of Monoma Neito being from a wealthy family)

Before Dating

(Y/N), while they're shopping at the mall: This is a cute jacket. I don't have enough money on me right now, though. Monoma: If you want, I can buy it for you right now and you can pay me back later. (Y/N): Is that really okay? Monoma: Don't worry. I insist on helping the poor.

(Y/N): I'm not that poor.

While Dating

(Y/N), while they're shopping at the mall: This is a cute jacket. I don't have enough money on me right, though. Monoma, already putting it in their cart: All yours.

(Y/N): It's fine, really! I can find a jacket more in my budget.

Monoma: Too bad. Now, what else do you want?

(Y/N): I'm not telling you if you're going to be buying everything I want.

Monoma: It's either that or I buy everything your eyes linger on. It'd be better you voice which you actually want, right dear? (Y/N), looking around frantically: Jerk! And don't call me that in public! It's embarrassing...

6 Months into Dating

Monoma, while on a call with (Y/N): How is Christmas break at home going for you?

(Y/N): Great! I just finished decorating the house with my parents. After being in the dorm for so long, I missed my actual home. How about--? Monoma: Ah. It's here. I'm sorry to interrupt, love, but can you check outside your door for me? (Y/N): Uh--sure. One sec. Monoma, what is this bulky package? Did you have something delivered to my house? Monoma: I sure did. I saw some clothes online and thought you would look good in them, so I went ahead and shipped it to you. (Y/N): Monoma! Thank you, but I gave you my address to pick me up on dates, not ship me things! (Sigh) You're lucky I love you, hon.

Monoma: I love you too. I finally understand what you girls mean when you say you love dressing people up. Check outside your door again this evening. The second package should arrive then. (Y/N): Second one?! Monoma: Don't worry. This one's shoes!

[real-hot-grl-shi]

my beautiful gorgeous breathtaking brilliant dazzling handsome exquisite lavishing elegant glorious stunning angelic boy one and only (after iida ofc lol) they can tag team me.

[knoepfl]

His to Keep

Here we are again this time with Monoma Neito! Again this is inspired from @devotion-disorder! So check them out. The first part was with Tomura Shigaraki if you'd like to see that go to the Masterlist. There will be updates as soon as a new character gets put in that room! So be sure to look at it once in a while^^ If you want to see special characters being put in that room write in the comments or sent me a request I'll be happy to fulfill it! Anyways let's start! Enjoy!

Masterlist

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It started with curiosity.

Monoma Neito, the ever-smug and sharp-tongued student of Class 1-B, tilted his head, frowning as he took in the room. His usual smirk faltered when he noticed what was on the walls—pictures. Dozens of pictures. Of you.

At first, a warm flush crept up his neck. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your familiar face. He always knew you were special. You were his, even if you didn’t quite realize it yet.

But something was wrong.

You weren’t alone in the photos. A stranger was with you, smiling just as brightly, standing too close. Their hand rested lightly on your back, and in some pictures, they held you in ways that Monoma thought were his to do. His stomach churned as he scanned more images, each one more painful than the last.

This must be a joke… Right?

5 minutes in:

At first, Monoma scoffed, brushing it off with a haughty grin.

“Someone’s trying to rile me up, huh?” he muttered to himself. “As if I’d fall for something so obvious. Pathetic.”

He paced back and forth in the room, hands clasped behind his back as he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter. Fake. It has to be fake. His rational side told him it was nothing but a prank. A tasteless, stupid prank.

But the images wouldn’t leave his mind. Every picture was so perfectly composed, down to the way your eyes lit up when you looked at the other person. He stared at a particular photo where you leaned into the stranger, a soft laugh frozen in time, and something deep inside him cracked.

Why did it feel so real?

1 hour in:

He tried to remain composed, but the air was heavy with doubt.

“This isn’t right,” Monoma muttered, chewing on his lower lip. “There’s no way you’d—no, you wouldn’t do this to me… right?”

His heart raced as his mind began to spiral. What if this was real? What if you’ve been lying to me all along? The thought clung to him like a parasite, gnawing at the edges of his sanity.

He traced the photos with trembling fingers, eyes lingering on every detail. “Do they touch you like I do? Do they know you like I do?” His voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

The room was silent, but the noise inside his head was deafening.

3 hours in:

His control was slipping, fast.

He gripped his hair, pulling harshly as if the pain could drown out the jealousy and rage threatening to consume him. “It’s fake. It’s fake. It has to be fake!” But the pictures stared back, mocking him with their vivid reality.

Monoma gasped for air, his chest heaving as panic clawed at him. His usual arrogance had crumbled into a mess of insecurity and obsession. How could he ever compare? What if you liked that other person more?

“No… No, you wouldn’t,” he whimpered, curling into himself. “You’re mine. You belong with me.”

His breath hitched, and he began to laugh—a hollow, broken sound. “Yeah… yeah, it’s just a mistake. I’ll fix it.” But his laughter quickly turned into dry, hiccuping sobs.

Because deep down, he wasn’t sure if it was a mistake.

6+ hours in:

By now, Monoma was a different person.

He sat slumped against the wall, muttering nonsense under his breath, his fingernails scratched raw from dragging them across the floor and his arms. “Not real… It’s not real… Not real…” But the photos—those cursed photos—were everywhere.

His eyes, wide and red-rimmed, twitched as they darted between images. In his mind, the stranger was no longer just a figure in the background—they were an enemy. A thief. Someone trying to take away the only thing that mattered to him: you.

“I won’t let them,” Monoma whispered, voice dripping with venom. His eyes sparkled with manic determination as a dangerous smile curled on his lips. “No one gets to take you away from me… not them… not anyone.”

The Aftermath:

When you finally opened the door to the room, you barely had a chance to react before Monoma was on you. He stood before you, disheveled and trembling, but his grin was wide—too wide. His pale hands grasped your arms with an unsettling mix of desperation and relief.

“You’re back,” he whispered, his voice a sickly sweet croon. “You had me worried there for a second.” His laugh was sharp and jagged, teetering on the edge of sanity.

Before you could respond, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his breath hot against your ear. “You didn’t mean those things, right? You weren’t with them. It was all just… a misunderstanding. A trick. Right?”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his smile brittle and unhinged. “Because you love me, don’t you? You were always mine.” His hands trembled as they cupped your face, thumbs tracing over your skin as if reassuring himself that you were real.

And in that moment, you realized the terrifying truth: there was no escaping Monoma Neito.

In his mind, you were his—and he would do anything, anything, to keep it that way.

Forever.

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[gaecactae]

oh how I love to draw lil guys,,,,

Little Neito and Hitoshi for the soul!! Poor Toshi, fated to listen to his yapping since day one…

[skiiyoomin]

Mha boys seeing a guy confess to the reader and texting them "Do you think he can make you cum like i can"

Please include Shinso & Neito

-🍃

ღ"Do you think he can make you cum like I do?"

ʚft.Deku, Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Denki, Shinsou, Monoma

ʚCont: suggestive ⤑Back to navigation