Before y'all say “But Ross, you aren’t trans. You can’t speak on this?” No, I’m not. But I have done much research on this topic and asked transgender friends about this.
Oh y'all wanted a twist ay? Come on MHA fandom, lets get controversial!
So! Some of y'all may know that I love Magne. I do. She’s my best girl. And if you’ve forgotten who Magne was, here:
That’s my girl.
Anyway, many people who are fans of the show are angry at the portrayal of her. Magne is a transgender woman. Which is cool!
Fans argue that she is too masculine for a woman which kind of is fucked up?
By saying Magne is too masculine is perpetuating the stereotype that women have to be feminine and the transphobic stereotype that transgender women have to be overly feminine. She may not be feminine in her looks, but she is feminine in the way she acts, the things she does, and what she says. Be it, her calling people “sugar” and other like names, or holding her hands up when she’s frustrated. Her mannerisms are like those shown by cisgender women and feminine people.
Another thing that I don’t see many people talk about is where she is at with her transition. I notice that many people only accept a transgender woman after she has started hormones, gotten surgery, etc. In Japan, being transgender is not accept anywhere near as much as it is in countries like the UK or the USA. On television and in media, transwomen and drag queens are just big stereotypical caricatures. They are seen just as comedic value. It’s harder to transition in Japan. And being a villain, she would have very little money. It can cost thousands to hundreds of thousands of dollars to transition. (I headcannon that’s why she robbed a bank). She wouldn’t be able to do a lot of the things that other transwomen do because she is a wanted criminal.
Magne, I presume, is older. I say around 32/35. (But you can have your own headcannons.) The life expectancy of a transwoman, especially a transwoman of colour is low. A lot lower than that of a ciswoman. Perhaps Magne put off her transition for fear of this statistic. Which is very likely and a common occurrence of transgender people in countries like Japan.
And someone tried to argue with me over Instagram that Asian people weren’t POC. Shut up?
The other transgender character in the show is Tiger, the male Pussycat. Here’s him if you forgot who he was:
The misconception about Tiger is that he is a transgender woman as well. Which is not true and actually the opposite. Horikoshi writes on his character page:
“Formerly female, then he took the trip to Thailand.”
Which is rad! Not only do we have transgender characters, we also have two ends of the same spectrum. A woman, and a man.
This also brings up the point that Tiger had to have faced discrimination while transitioning. Even in a big city where there are probably some accepting people, there are more unaccepting.
However, Tiger took that negativity and all that hate and became a hero. Because that’s what he wanted to do was help people. Even though they didn’t accept him and pushed him away, he still knew that he was a hero.
Magne went the opposite direction. She took the hatred and negativity and turned to villainy. The world had hurt her, so she wanted to hurt it back. It’s heavily hinted that Magne only has one or two people that she feels close to and trusts.
It’s so interesting to see two characters take a similar situation and turn it into something so different.
But back to Magne.
The league accepts her. She isn’t misgendered while in their group by anyone. In fact after her…unfortunate battle with Overhaul, Twice comes to her defense. Chisaki refers to Magne as “him” and Twice is immediately on him.
“It’s her, not he! Bastard! That’s the secound time you’ve done that!”
(Something along those lines. I couldn’t find the exact panel.)
So the League knows and they don’t care. They just love their big sis.
!!! Something I forgot to mention, the league members, most notably, Spinner, refer to her as Magu-nee. Which the honorific -nee means big sister. Cute! !!!
That’s all I have for now! Tell me if you have any other points I didn’t bring up! Thank you for reading and I hope I changed your mind. Because I love my big sis and it makes me sad to see people hate on her. :(
Request:how about mr compress x reader where they’re a couple and decide to have a threesome with dabi? like, dabi is interested/flirts with the reader and mr compress instead of feeling jealous have the idea of suggesting a threesome lol
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A/N:Not my usual Dabi, almost a bit softer? Nervous? I think he has a lot on his mind and this boy has not touched another person so like…. !!! Here we go!! (this also took forever because they just have such different personalities) He’s not totally different but he feels different in this one
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Atsuhiro’s hand holds tightly onto yours. The tension in the room is thick- enough to make the back of your neck sweat, to feel the burning heat on your ears, cheeks aflame, and you can hardly hold back the nervous smile that twitches into life as you stare at Dabi who sits on your bed. Where Atsuhiro holds you firmly, his gaze analyzing the young man before him despite the amount of trust that is placed onto him, Dabi looks coolly towards the both of you- more so to you, his smile lax and gaze showing his true feelings towards the situation is lit with something energetic. Something that he can hardly contain himself.
“So,” you start, hoping to break the silence, “are we really talking about this?” You can feel their gaze on you and it only makes the twisting in your stomach worsen, your heart racing and pattering against your ribs.
“Do you not want to?” Atsuhiro asks and it’s the first time Dabi actually looks at the other man with something other than smugness.
“Wasn’t this your idea?” Dabi asks, slowly turning his attention back towards you.
“Ah, well-” you scratch at your hairline and suddenly your whole body feels itchy, as if it were crawling with ants- “both of ours, really.” He looks visibly confused and your partner holds tighter onto your hand, and when you take a quick glance, his cheeks are reddened. You return your gaze back to Dabi. “We both noticed how you tend to flirt- a lot- with me. At first I thought it was you know, just to get under Hiro’s skin, but then you did it more when he wasn’t around, and it became-” you tilt your head from side to side- “not so sexual, but softer.” Dabi pulls his mouth into a thin line and it looks like he’s about to defend himself. “And it’s fine!” You say hurriedly. “I liked it. Hiro gives me a lot of attention, so I’m not sure why I did, but I did. And I did- you know, reciprocate. I flirted back. And you and I continued.”
“And then I found out.” Atsuhiro interrupts. All eyes are on him, and for once, he looks uncomfortable under the spotlight. “I wasn’t upset. I wanted to be, but-” he shrugs and ends the thought. “Either way, I noticed how skittish they got when they were around you. It wasn’t difficult to notice how they’d linger around you, how they’d touch you or even how you’d touch them. Letting your hands linger on them- their arms, the small of their back, or even their thighs, creeping closer and closer to their sex. Putting your face so close to theirs, no doubt they could taste the smoke.” He clears his throat. “I didn’t hate it. In fact, I think I actually liked it.”
“So you’re into cuckolding?” Dabi asks, and it’s genuine curiosity. There’s no hidden malice laced into his words. He doesn’t crack a smile or even make an attempt to leave the room. He sits and listens.
“No.” Atsuhiro shakes his head. “Don’t mistake my interest for that sort of thing. What I’m implying is that if they’re interested and you are, then I’m unwilling to sit back or even step away for you to fuck them-” his words make you want to shrink in on yourself, and you turn your head, biting back your smile- “then, I’m sure we can all come to an agreement.”
“And if they prefer me to you?” Dabi asks, and his smile returns, teeth glinting under the light of the room.
“Then that’s for them to decide.” That makes Dabi’s smile falter. “I know that I’m willing-”
“And I am too,” you quickly interject.
“Then all we really need is your consent. If you rather not, there’s no hard feelings. But-” Atsuhiro waves a wand in Dabi’s direction, and all eyes are now on the man with bright eyes and a wanton look in his eyes- “it’s whatever you decide.”
It’s quiet for a moment.
Your heart beats so loudly in your chest, and your palm sweats. You so badly want him to say yes. But you also want him to say no, to deny this request and leave and avoid your gaze until death do you part. But you want him. You want him to nod and to kiss you and to feel his hands hold onto your body, to sear his touch into you.
“Okay,” Dabi says in a small voice. You release a breath that you hadn’t known you’d been holding. “I’m down with all of this.” He looks at you, and you’re too eager, and it must show in your expression, so openly and shamelessly. “Is there anything that’s off the table?” You tilt your head with wide eyes. “Am I allowed to kiss you?” He moves closer to you. “To fuck you and fill you with me seed?” You hold on tighter to Atsuhiro’s hand. “Are you allowed to call my name and tell me how much you love me fucking you?” Your mouth is dry, and your head is spinning, heat rushing to your core, and chills running across your body.
You really can taste the smoke on your tongue and he’s nearing closer and closer. His breath is warm, the tinge of smoke is filling your lungs and clouding your judgment and before you can close the space, hands cup at your chest and pull you back. You collide with a chest and Dabi scoffs at the lost kiss.
“Atsu?” You look up at him, and he replaces the lost kiss, shifting your body upwards until you aren’t straining your neck. His hands move along your body, one slides down your shirt, wrinkling the fabric until his hand is warmed by your skin. “Ah-” you try to call his name and the hand under your shirt kneads at your breast, and he’s pulling you close, undoing your bra, as the other hand holds your face, gripping your chin firmly, and unwilling to let you go. He pulls away for a breath, and in a raspy voice, you can only barely voice your own words. “Play nice,” you coo, pressing fleeting kisses along his jaw.
“Sorry,” he breathes to you, breath smelling like mint. “Dabi, I hope you understand that while I am willing to share, I also want you to know that I’m first to touch them.”
There’s no time wasted in getting you undressed. Hands grab at your clothing, and the fabric is discarded around the room, unfollowed by anyone, eyes too busy in watching as you’re nudged face first into the bed, your hips raised by cold hands and you can feel the warmth of your cunt drip down. You aren’t sure where to look at- if you should even have your eyes open during all of this, but in the reflection of a mirror, you catch Dabi. He’s staring at your cunt, his body free of fabric saved for his briefs, hands holding at your thighs, and his gaze is sharp, unblinking and hungry.
Atsuhiro, stares at you cunt, wearing only a pair of briefs, his prosthetic grabbing at your bum, spreading the cheek to widen your cunt, the soft, pink warmth, twitching under all the eyes. The other hand is clutching at the bed sheet under him, twisting the fabric in his hand.
“I gotta say,” Dabi starts out, his nails digging into your soft skin, “that is one pretty cunt.” The compliment- one that you’re unsure if you should take- twists your stomach, and has your cunt contracting, throbbing around nothing. A curse is hissed under his breath, and he turns to his head, peering over to look at you, watching your almost helpless expression- wide eyes, flushed face, and compromising position. He gives you a crooked grin, and it makes you hold your breath. “I’m guessing he gets to fuck you first, right sweetheart?”
The bed creaks and you follow Atsuhiro’s reflection as he rises from the bed and walks to the front of the bed. You turn your head, your arms sliding and hands pressing against the mattress to rise. “I’ll play nice, and let you do the honors of eating that pretty cunt.” You’re lifting yourself upwards, extending your neck and opening your mouth. He already has a noticeable bulge, and you wonder if Dabi has the same. “Afterwards, we’ll figure it out.”
The flat of Dabi’s tongue runs against your cunt, warm and raw, licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit. You take a sharp gasp and Atsuhiro takes that as his chance to slip his cock into your mouth. The whole of it is pushed inside of you, the head hitting against the back of your throat. As tears spring to your eyes, and before you can gag, he slips back, your tongue curling around the underside of him. The double sensations make it difficult to focus on anything. You’re losing breath, losing thought and focus as Atsuhiro uses your mouth as a fleshlight, slipping further and further into you, his arm stretched to hold the back of your head, lean body curved and poised to watch as you suckle on his cock, taking it so well and letting him just use you.
Dabi, on the other hand, is greedy. His tongue is swirling inside of you, pushing against the soft pink flesh that warms his tongue. Sweet nectar drips onto his wet muscle, sliding down the back of his throat and filling his tummy with warmth. It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. His hand is fisted around his cock, and he’s feasting on you, the lewd, slurping sounds filling his ears, followed by your muffled moans, and it’s the most at peace he’s felt in a long time. Your cunt pressed against his face, the puffy, warmth of it, his nose bushing along your slit whenever he goes to kiss at your twitching clit that’s puffed with arousal. He drinks your arousal, pursing his lips and trying to nurse on you, jerking his cock until the familiar sensation is making his body tingle- pins and needles walking over him as you shake, legs uncontrollable as his tongue laps at your cunt, curling and unfurling inside of you, desperate to reach further, to taste more of you.
Drool drips from your mouth, heavy, white strands that curve over your lips, and stain the bed. Like before, hands cup at your breasts- warm, and calloused- and they pull you back onto a chest, your legs bent at the knee, and spread, giving your partner a view of your cunt. It’s wet. Wet from your arousal. Wet from spit. Dripping, and leaking onto the bed. And you crane your head to look behind you, reaching to kiss Dabi, your legs inching to a close, until Atsuhiro stops them, keeping them open. You find your lips with Dabi, and he kisses you hungrily, his lips harsh, and bruising and you’d think he’d be disgusted given what lingers on your tongue, but he’s hungry, desperate even to kiss you. His hands paw at your chest, holding you close, and tightly, pinching and pulling at the nipples, tweaking at them to hear you squeal into the kiss.
Atsuhiro slips his fingers inside of you, and you’re whining, humping his hand, squeezing tight around his fingers. They spread, and close, scissoring and curling inside of you while you kiss Dabi. You’re losing air, taking small gasps to keep the kiss going, to not break away from him, your hands over his, letting him grope you, to take his full of you.
He pulls away, and you whimper, shaking your head and trying to catch his lips once more. “No, no,” you complain in a high-pitched voice. “Atsu, he’s being mean.” Your hands leave his, and you try to grab at his face, your hands brushing over his scarring, feeling the rough skin under your palms.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Dabi says, a puff of smoke exhaling past his lips as your hands finally cup his face. “But I don’t think I can hold out any longer.” His gaze is to Atsuhiro, who is still buried knuckle deep inside of you. “I wanna fuck them.”
“As do I,” Atsuhiro states, pulling his fingers out of your cunt. They’re covered in your arousal. But, you are the guest.”
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Dabi lays on his back, and he watches as you move, your hips raised, cunt above his erect cock, pearls beading out in clear buds. Your body curves, and you kiss him again, and he takes it, kissing you back greedily, his hands holding your body, sliding down, feeling every part where your body squishes against itself, your soft fat squished under his fingertips. You do the same.
Your hands trace over his body, just above where his staples pierce into his skin. And you’re so gentle, nothing but a phantom over him, your kiss softer than his, and he’s stopping. He isn’t pulling away, he sits, lies down, as you pull away and kiss at his cheeks. You’re avoiding his scars and it makes fire rush to his face, the tips of his ears, already burned and raw, even more so and his hand is twisting into the sheets under him and just before he can claw at you and spear you with his cock, a hand cups his.
Atsuhiro shakes his head, and smiles gently and it makes his intestines twist. He looks away and focuses on the mirror, watching you. Watching and feeling as you kiss his cheeks, cupping his neck and moving your cunt, sliding it, feeling how his cockhead slides against your puffy lips, brushing against your clitoris, and finally kisses at your entrance while you press gentle pecks under his eyes.
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You come into a sitting position, seated on his cock, and he breathes heavily- mouth open, throat dry as the light illuminates your body from behind. You move slowly, and your cunt is wrapped around him. He’s stretching your cunt so well. Your face is flushed, body hot and the pressure is already there. You can only hold onto it, rolling your hips and watching as his expression changes- eyes closed tightly, a long exhale as if this is all that he was waiting for, and he twitches inside of you.
You move on his cock, and beside you, Atsuhiro stands, your hand wrapped around his cock. With every bounce, you swirl your hand- it’s a hasty gesture, unrefined and no real rhythm to it other than the bounce accompanied.
“Ha,” you let out an airy moan. “Fuck Dabi, you feel so good.” The curve of his cock rubs along your walls, against the spot that has you whining and clenching tight around him. “I’m gonna- Fuck-” you let out a whine, tilting your head back, your hand loosening around Atsuhiro’s cock.
Atsuhiro cups at your chin, and turns you towards him, watching as his face is flushed, cheeks reddened and smile strained as he kisses your lips, muffling the moans. Pulling away, he holds your face, squishing your cheeks. “Don’t stop.”
“What a good fucking partner you have, Hiro.” Dabi’s hands dig into your skin, leaving marks over you, dressing and decorating your skin. “So pretty and tight.” He’s raising his own hips, meeting your thrust with his own. “Fuck.” He repeats the curse, eyes closed and mouth pulling into a grimace. “You’re doing so good, taking my cock and jerking him off.” Your name is echoed past his lips and you smile, grabbing a hand of his and having it curve over your chest. He fondles the breast, and when he opens his eyes, you grab his hand and he makes a grabbing motion, already missing the breast. You place a kiss on his palm and let the hand fall down to your thigh.
You turn, and Atsuhiro lets his cock nestle back in your open mouth, tongue swirling around, hand cupping at his package while Dabi moves you, bouncing you on his cock, huffing and moaning, keeping you close to him. The growing pressure releases and you clamp around Dabi’s cock like a vice, unyielding and he continues his pace, never faltering as you cream over him. You moan, and it’s muffled, nothing more than lost vibrations against a heavy organ. Your eyes widen, and seed fills your mouth. You hold yourself there, and seed leaks past the corner of your lips, dripping onto your chest. Dabi, stills, and thrusts, and you whine, pulling away with a white mouth as he pulls you close to his chest. You’re kept close, held tightly as he fucks you, and you kiss his neck, a hand running through his knotted hair as he finally stills. Warmth fills you, makes you feel full and you clench yourself shut, not wanting to waste any of it.
You take heavy breaths, lifting a hand to cover your bare chest as if that would give you some type of modesty after what just happened. Your skin slick with sweat and legs shaking, you open your eyes and catch Atsuhiro’s eyes. He gives you a wild grin and lies beside you. He turns his head towards you, his eyes half lidded and a soft smile gracing his features.
“Your arm?” You ask, lifting a hand from your chest to rest over his chest. His skin is warm, and flushed, and you reach with your fingertips to trace where his prosthetic connects to what remains of his arm.
“I’ll do it in a bit,” he mumbles, turning his attention to the ceiling, his eyes dark and focused and he’s breathing softly, before he rises to his forearms. You follow his gaze where Dabi sits uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, his shirt in his hands. Atsuhiro quickly glances at you, his hand inching toward you, his pinky scratching over your thigh.
“Are you leaving?” You ask, coming to rise beside Atsuhiro, your hand falling from your chest and he glances down for a moment before looking back up at you.
“I mean,” he jerks his head and turns to the door. “IIs there anything else that you want? We’ve fucked and that’s what you wanted, right?” You frown, shoulders slouching and a crease forms between your brows.
“Dabi,” you say softly and he responds by twisting his shirt. “You can spend the night with us. We’re not gonna throw you out or anything.” You lift your hand towards him. “Come on, I’ll even let you be in the middle,” you tease, stretching your grin wider and that has him scoffing.
“Fuck, ain’t that enticing,” he drawls out, dipping his head low, stray hairs obscuring his vision. “I didn’t get time to fix the room before y’all pulled me here so-” the shirt is placed behind him and he moves slowly- “if you’re really offering.” He looks at your hand that is still outstretched, and with a heavy swallow, he places his hand in yours. The bed groans under him as he moves to lay beside you, stiff and awkward.
“Are you cold?” He scoffs, and his hand is still in yours, held tightly as if you might pull away if he even twitches. He looks at you with dark eyes, and lips pulled into a thin line. “Answer the question, honey,” you coo, lifting the held hand and kissing at a nail.
“I’ll be fine,” he mumbles. His gaze is fixated on you, and you close your eyes, the room and your two lovers disappearing from view as you kiss the tip of his finger once more. His nail presses lightly against your bottom lip, and you lift upwards, his nail pulling slightly on your lip.
“Hiro,” you mumble, opening your eyes, and turning your head over to him.
“On it,” he replies, his hand inside a pillowcase and he pulls out marbles. His reflection is distorted in them and you turn back to Dabi, finally lowering the hand. His eyes are turned away, towards the door, the tips of his cheekbones, where the scars don’t quite reach are tinted in a fading red.
Blankets wave over your body and the others, tickling at your feet and grazing along the thighs of Dabi, barely covering the one farthest from you. Dabi looks up at you, and you grin at him. You try to pull your hand away and he only holds on tighter, not daring to break eye contact with you, not this time at least. You raise your brows in a knowing look and with your other hand, you brush away the hair that sticks to Dabi’s forehead. Your hand curves over his forehead, and down to the side of his cheekbones, feeling the texture of his scars tickle under your palm.
“It pays to date a magician.” Your tone is teasing and grin sharp, and Atsuhiro swats at your lower back. “Come on, let’s get some rest, okay?” You lower yourself and Dabi’s free hand twitches, coming up to cup at a breast as you kiss his lips. It’s slow and innocent, brushing along his lips, still slick with spit and he lifts his head, trying to deepen the kiss, a soft, low whine in the back of his throat, and you smile, pulling away, and lowering yourself once more to rub the tip of our nose against his. “Don’t overdo yourself, honey.” Your hand slides away from his face, and you can feel his gaze on you as you turn to Atsuhiro who only watches you with an amused grin.
“And you were scared this was going to be weird,” he teases. He lifts himself up, a hand cupping the back of your neck as he kisses you like you did with Dabi, and when he pulls away, he releases a slow exhale, lowering himself back to the bed. On the bed, he turns to Dabi, the gap where you should be leaving him a perfect view of the other. “You’re okay?” He asks in a gentle voice, light and genuine. Dabi gives a noise of affirmation and Atsuhiro taps along your back, against the middle of your spine, and you lay back down.
Turning onto your side to face Dabi, you carefully wrap your arms around his, your nose running along his bicep, scratching along his purple hued skin, the smell of his scarring, burnt skin, and sweat, fill your nose and it makes your mouth acidic and arms hold on tighter to him. Behind you, Atsuhiro buries his nose into the nape of your neck, your growing hairs tickling the very tip, and he presses a faint kiss against you. The blanket is heavy and warm above you, and you shake your head lightly, nuzzling into Dabi’s arm, mumbling a low “goodnight” into the room, and in the middle of the night, sharing a bed with two others, Dabi is at peace, sleeping, and the pain of his body only a dull memory.
