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caveartfair · 6 years

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The Rise of Artistic Censorship on College Campuses Should Worry the American Public

Josephine Meckseper, Untitled (Flag 2), 2017. Photo by Guillaume Ziccarelli. Courtesy of Creative Time.

Artistic freedom protects high and low art alike; notions of “good taste” and artistic worthiness are the realm of the artist or curator, not the bureaucrat. But at a number of American universities, controversy has been acting as the curator, leading to the degradation of both freedom of speech and students’ ability to interact with challenging artwork.

The most recent campus to weigh artistic freedom against the demands of public pressure—and ultimately capitulate to the latter—is the University of Kansas (KU), where artist Josephine Meckseper’s reimagining of the American flag no longer flies.

Meckseper’s Untitled (Flag 2) (2017) is part of a series of flags commissioned by New York-based arts nonprofit Creative Time and titled “Pledges of Allegiance.” Meckseper has described her contribution to the series as “a collage of an American flag and one of my dripped paintings which resembles the contours of the United States.”

Meckseper further explained the work, stating that she “divided the shape of the country in two for the flag design to reflect a deeply polarized country in which a president has openly bragged about harassing women and is withdrawing from the Kyoto protocol and UN Human Rights Council.”

Meckseper’s focus on polarization proved prescient. Conservative critics were aghast at her flag, which soon became the center of attention of Kansas’s hotly contested Republican gubernatorial primary.

Days after the flag was raised, government officials in Kansas began calling for its removal. Secretary of State and gubernatorial candidate Kris Kobach called the display of the flag “outrageous” and demanded that the university “take down that flag right away.” Not to be outdone, Governor Jeff Colyer released a statement on July 11th, calling it “disrespectful” and “absolutely unacceptable,” and also demanded its immediate removal. Colyer further ordered state employees to raise 19 additional flags around the capitol building to underscore his patriotic reverence.

Protest graffiti left at the University of Kansas after Josephine Meckseper’s Untitled (Flag 2), 2017, was removed by administrators. Photo by John Hoopes. Courtesy of Foundation for Individual Rights in Education (FIRE).

Bowing to the combined pressure of public officials and angry tweets, university chancellor Douglas Girod directed the flag’s removal the same day, citing unspecified “public safety concerns” spurred by the controversy. (KU police investigated a threatening call made to the university, but deputy chief James Anguiano called it “more harassing than threatening.”) Girod moved the flag inside to KU’s Spencer Museum of Art, “where we can continue the important conversation it has generated,” he said.

For the governor, even that wasn’t enough. On a Fox News radio program, Colyer suggested that Meckseper’s “desecrate[d]” flag should be disposed of by the Boy Scouts, and that he was “happy to make that call.” Meanwhile, scrawled in chalk on the sidewalk adjacent to where the flag once stood were words of protest from the other side of the aisle: “THIS SCHOOL BOWS TO RACISTS” and “RIP FREE SPEECH.”

Just this week, the Foundation for Individual Rights in Education (FIRE), where I work, along with the National Coalition Against Censorship and the American Civil Liberties Union of Kansas, joined together to demand that KU oppose art censorship and restore the flag. (If you want to stand up against censorship at KU, you can use FIRE’s simple form to let administrators know you support artistic freedom.)

KU’s behavior is outrageous—but it’s nothing new. A new report released by FIRE surveys the landscape of nearly two decades of universities allowing controversy to dictate the works of art its students are allowed to see.

Take Salem State University in Massachusetts, for example. In 2016, the university asked artist Garry Harley to include work for an exhibition about the presidential election, entitled “State of the Union.” Harley’s contributions included mixed-media illustrations that incorporated images of a group of Ku Klux Klan members, as well as Jews arrested during World War II. To Harley, a clear line exists between the bigotry and oppression of the past and Donald Trump’s campaign rhetoric—and he sought to emphasize it.

Installation view of work by Serhat Tanyolacar at the University of Iowa Pentacrest, 2014. Courtesy of the artist.

Students didn’t appreciate the way Harley conveyed that message, finding his depictions offensive and not “acceptable.” Salem State responded to their concerns by first covering the gallery’s glass doors so that the exhibition wouldn’t be visible from outside the space. The university then temporarily closed the show; later, it would reopen, but with curtains installed around the image of the KKK. Like KU, Salem State succumbed to outrage by hiding the piece and then later changing the means by which it could be viewed, seemingly confirming the notion that artwork should be feared, hidden—and only visible to those who seek it out.

A similar situation occurred at the University of Iowa in 2014, when visiting professor and artist Serhat Tanyolacar wanted to support the Black Lives Matter protests in response to the grand jury decisions in the Michael Brown and Eric Garner cases. In a public area of the school’s campus, Tanyolacar placed a sculpture of a KKK hood and robe covered in a collage of newspaper images depicting racial violence. Tanyolacar’s work was not sanctioned by the university, but he remained in attendance by the piece to explain its intent. His installation wasn’t there for long; that same day, university officials demanded that Tanyolacar remove the piece, which they deemed “divisive, insensitive, and intolerant.”

It didn’t matter that Tanyolacar was criticizing racism; what mattered was that his manner of doing so proved controversial. In an email to campus, vice president for student life Tom Rocklin explained that “UI respects freedom of speech, but the university is also responsible for ensuring that public discourse is respectful and sensitive.”

And in 2016, Winthrop University in South Carolina didn’t just censor a student’s controversial artwork—administrators threatened to expel her for making it. That year, students across the country were taking part in protests calling for the renaming of university buildings they felt were named after bigots. Samantha Valdez was one of those students. Along with artist collective Association of Artists for Change, Valdez created an installation featuring small figures hanging from the trees outside Winthrop’s Tillman Hall alongside a sign that read “Tillman’s Legacy.” (Benjamin Tillman was South Carolina’s governor from 1890 to 1894, and his time in office saw an increase in the lynchings of African-Americans.)

Installation view of work by Serhat Tanyolacar at the University of Iowa Pentacrest, 2014. Courtesy of the artist.

Campus police launched an investigation, and the university informed Valdez that she faced suspension or expulsion. Winthrop did not commission Valdez’s installation, and was under no requirement to leave it on display, but the First Amendment forbids the university from punishing Valdez because some students found her artwork offensive. With FIRE’s help, Valdez was cleared of the charges. However, had Winthrop not let outrage guide its decision-making, Valdez wouldn’t have had to fear that her educational career was coming to an end in the first place.

What lessons can we learn from KU, Salem State, the University of Illinois, Winthrop, and the many other campuses where offense and controversy—not artistic sensibility—dictated what may be displayed?

The first lesson: The image many universities are most willing to protect is their own. Universities are happy to offer flowery promises of freedom of speech, but less interested in backing them up. In an era where it can take only minutes for a minor controversy to turn into a hashtag, universities too often fall prey to the notion that what matters most is appeasing anger—and ending headaches—rather than protecting expressive rights that the university is morally, and often legally, bound to uphold.

The second: Controversies, and the predictable surrender that follows, happen to both artwork that inspires us and artwork that disgusts us. The challenge we all face is supporting the right to artistic expression in both of those cases. Too often, we forget that a defense of the right to deface a flag is a defense of the right to raise one, too.

When administrators succumb to censorship demands, they do exactly what they shouldn’t: encourage the idea that the only artwork worth seeing is that which is deemed palatable to the most powerful or the most sensitive among us. Art should not need to abide by a subjective standard of respectfulness to be allowed on campus. Universities, and the people who run them, must develop the courage to stand up for expression in the face of outrage. But it’s on all of us to stop providing the demands for censorship that schools are so willing to bow down to. Until then, unfortunately, art will keep coming down.

from Artsy News

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sehtoast · 9 months

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Ben Info Sheet!

Finally got around to building a character info sheet for Ben! Hopefully the formatting from the character building site doesn't look funky lol.

Benjamin Elliot Colyer

Age

26 y/o

Nationality

American

Current residence

Manhattan (Vought Tower)

Occupation

Superhero for The Seven

Income and salary

60k before The Seven / 20m Yearly After The Seven, not including estimate net worth from product licensing

Talents and skills

Tech, Spider Superpowers, Guitar

Background as a child

Born female, raised alongside two brothers- one left when Ben was 5- the middle brother was incredibly abusive and cruel to Ben, especially after he came out as transgender. Benjamin had both parents present for his upbringing. Went to public school, and was mostly alone save for one or two friends with whom he lost contact after graduation. He was bullied in school after coming out as transgender.

Ben came out as transgender when he was 13, and was met with kickback from everyone in his household- sans his grandmother. His parents eventually accepted his identity as truth, as did his oldest brother, Robbie- but Bryan grew extremely bitter at Ben for this and became the cause of significant trauma in Ben’s adolescence. Ben was dosed with Compound V as an infant, but had no knowledge of it. His powers did not emerge until his late teens.

Birth order

Youngest

Brothers and sisters (describe relationship)

Robbie- Distant, but respectful and friendly. Oldest brother Bryan- Estranged. Ben was abused by this brother physically, mentally, and emotionally while growing up. Bryan is bigoted and hates Benjamin for many reasons- but particularly for his status as a transgender man. Heavy tension. Older brother Aiden- Son of Robbie, but Ben considers him more like a younger brother. Ben loves Aiden dearly, and sees Aiden as a reflection of himself.

Children (describe relationship)

Ryan- Son of Homelander/John. Distant, yet friendly. Ben is willing to step in as a parental figure if the need/occasion were to ever arise.

Grandparents (describe relationship)

Nonna (maternal great grandmother, deceased)- Ben's first friend since birth. Extremely close with her, until she died of Alzheimer's complications when he was 14 years old. Gran (maternal grandmother) - Much like a second mother to Ben, she lived with him and his parents until the day she died (when Ben was 21). Ben watched her die of suffocation after her lungs failed.

Significant others (describe relationship)

Homelander/John- Boyfriend (secretly dating). John recruited Ben to The Seven against his will, and hung threats of murdering his loved ones over Ben's head. Eventually, Ben is forced by the company to work alongside Homelander for a time, and finds himself sinking into a friendship with the world's most powerful supe. Homelander, starved for love, attention, validation, etc, becomes attached to Ben, and the two eventually succumb to their tension one night, and a romantic/sexual relationship blooms from there.

Relationship skills

Mediation, communication, gentleness, understanding.

Height

5'7"

Weight

160lbs

Hair color

Brown

Eye color

Brown

Glasses or contact lenses?

N/A

Skin color

Pale

Distinguishing features

Curtain style haircut, a mole under his right cheekbone, spinneret openings at the base of his wrists

Dress style

Casual

Mannerisms

Uhms and Uhhs when feeling awkward. 'Y'know's sporadically in speech.

Hobbies

Guitar, formerly enjoyed video games but lacks time, enjoys swinging through the city for leisure, enjoys movies with John although he’s usually not paying attention.

Favorite sayings

"Be Strong Enough To Be Gentle"

Style

Comfortable

Greatest flaw

Noble to a fault. Always pushing himself to save everyone, despite knowing that there's no realistic way that he could do that. Can't make time for loved ones. Touch aversion

Best quality

Kindness, understanding, his drive to do good

Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert

Educational background

Bachelor's Degree, High School Diploma

Mental health

Anxiety, Depression, Gender Dysphoria (mostly resolved)

Short-term goals

Keep life steady, help others

Long-term goals

Expose Vought's crimes, keep real world damage from Vought to a minimum, protect John (post depowerment) from Vought and other supes seeking revenge

How does your character see themselves?

He sees himself as someone responsible for protecting others. Thinks of himself as an awkward person.

How does your character believe they are perceived by others?

Awkward, shy, nervous. As Spider-Man: confident, brave, bold, outgoing

How confident is your character?

As Spidey, very. As simply Benjamin, not much at all.

How emotional is your character?

Ben has a very tender heart

How logical is your character?

Very logical, and sometimes has to fight his brain to allow his heart to feel what it must in order to process emotions. Other times, must fight his heart when he knows his brain is correct. Ben had a therapist in his teens/early twenties, and is well practiced with emotional regulation.

What would most embarrass your character?

Secret identity revealed, wardrobe malfunction

Strengths

Logical, kind, understanding, quippy, humorous, easy-going, gentle

Weaknesses

Anxious, socially-awkward, reads-too-deeply. Can lose his web powers when overwhelmed with grief or other negative emotions

How does the character deal with conflict?

Often will just ride the wind as it blows, but will intervene with larger scale issues.

How does the character deal with sadness?

Bottles it up, goes for a swing, has a good cry somewhere. On the odd occasion, may even vent/cry to John

How does the character deal with change?

Tries his best to go along with it, even if he doesn't enjoy it.

How does the character deal with loss?

Bottles it up, tries to continue on because he knows that's how life is. Gives himself time to mourn, but does not view death as a bad thing. Just the absence of the person. Otherwise, tries to suppress outward reactions caused by his grief.

What does the character want out of life?

Peace

What would the character like to change in his or her life?

To have been born as a cis man

What motivates this character?

Love, doing the right thing.

What frightens this character?

Avarice

What makes this character happy?

Friends, certain family, John

Is the character judgmental of others?

Sometimes, but generally only to those of poor character quality (abusive, cruel, etc)

Is the character generous or stingy?

Generous

Is the character generally polite or rude?

Polite

Is religion or spirituality a part of this character’s life?

What is this character’s role in the story?

Protagonist

Describe the scene where this character first appears

Benjamin, who is currently moonlighting as Spider-Man, is in the process of webbing up small-time crooks he prevented from burglarizing a bodega. In this scene, he meets Homelander- who tries to proposition and threaten him into joining The Seven

Consider this character’s relationship with other characters.

Homelander- significant other, fiercely loved and devoted Maeve- Coworker, mixed feelings Starlight- Coworker, enjoyable acquaintance Black Noir- Coworker- and probably his favorite of the bunch (sans Homelander) The Deep- Coworker, detests A-Train- Coworker, mixed feelings Madelyn Stillwell (deceased)- His former manager. Mixed feelings, did not like toward the end Ashley Barrett- Not quite his manager, but respects her and feels sympathy for the stress she picked up by taking the job as VP of Hero Management Jason Ortega- Best friend, sees rarely but still close Bryan Colyer- Detests Robbie Colyer- Loves, but is distant Aiden Colyer- Loves dearly Mother- Loves dearly, but is distant Father- Loves dearly, but is distant

How does this character change over the course of your story?

Goes from morally solid, noble, etc. to understanding that life as a hero is very gray. Understands that "be strong enough to be gentle" means that, sometimes, he'll have to do very bad things to protect others from cruelty (ex: killing Arne in the depowered series). Learns to accept John's past actions- and present/future ones- and accepts that his heart belongs to a man who has committed many, many atrocities.

Superpowers:

Spider-sense, setae inside finger and foot padding that cling to even the most sheer surfaces, advanced acrobatics, super strength, organic webbing production in wrists, untapped bio-electricity powers that emerge later in Tender Threads canon

#benjamin colyer #oc #my oc

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sehtoast · 1 year

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Practice Makes Perfect (Homelander x OC)

18+

2.5k - Inspired by the new video of Homelander practicing his speech. Ben helps motivate him- maybe a little too much.

Warning: Smut, mirrorlander, face fucking, cum eating, oral sex, homelander manhandles his partner, domlander, ftm!oc, vaginal sex

OC: Benjamin Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man)

“That’s why you guys, are the real heroes,” John recited in the mirror for the millionth time before grimacing and muttering to himself. “Alright– okay. I’m the Homelander! No– fuck.”

Ben watched on from his spot on Homelander’s bed, cracking a smile at the pitiful absurdity of John’s obsessive need to perfect his speeches. He’d been there for hours, watching John go back and forth, scribbling new lines on his paper, crossing out others– all just to make sure he was perfect.

Poor guy, Ben thought to himself. Always working, even on his day off. Wish I could help…

“I am Homelander,” John began again, his tone much more serious than the last attempt. “And as a superhero, sometimes you have to do things– so,” he took a sharp inhale. “Why did I do it? I did it because it’s the right thing to– to… do.”

Ben watched, eyebrow cocked, as John began to fiddle with his suit. Even from across the room, he could hear the stiff leather of Homelander’s gloves creak as he fought with the flap on his chest. He tried it down, then up when it wasn’t laying perfectly flat. He smacked it down again, the magnets clacking together with each obsessive change.

Benny couldn’t take it much longer. The web-head stood from the bed and tossed his phone to the side.

John seemed surprised when Ben nudged his gloved hands away to adjust the flap himself, smoothing it down flat to reveal the patterned red and white fabric beneath.

“There you go, babe.” Ben patted his shoulders before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re doing great.”

John sighed and shook his head in frustration.

“I’m never going to get this one right.”

“Bullshit,” Ben chuckled, the shake of his head causing his curtain bangs to ruffle. “I’ve seen your speeches! You’ll figure it out; you always do.”

Homelander found a spark of inspiration just then, and he turned to the mirror, Ben still staring up at him.

“Quite simply,” he began, his tone cool and confident. “I did it because it’s the right thing to do.”

As if on queue, he and Ben spoke in unison.

“There you go.”

Ben left him with another peck to his cheek before shuffling to stand behind him.

“Everybody loves you…” Ben whispered as he snaked his hands around John’s waist, thumbing at his hip bones. “Because you’re perfect. Perfect. I mean, you are fucking…” Ben exhaled in his ear. “Perfect.”

John let out another sigh– this one less defeated.

“Keep going,” Ben encouraged.

“Firefighters are the real heroes,” Homelander continued, then rolled his eyes. “You guys– firefigh– firefighters. You guys are the real– oh!”

John stumbled over his words at the feel of his zipper pulling down.

“Don’t stop.” Ben ordered.

“Oh, god,” he groaned. “Teachers– teachers. Teachers,” he all but yelped as Ben's fingers hooked under his briefs, lowering them all the way to his ankles. “T-Teachers are the– Teacher’s are the custodians of…”

A hand against his lower back pushed John forward, leaning him against the tabletop in front of the mirror. As if on instinct, he spread his legs apart and arched.

“They are the real…” he panted, “heroes…”

A tongue dragged along the rim of his hole, and Homelander had to grip the edge of the table to steady himself. The words caught in John’s throat, and after a beat of silence, the warm, wet muscle left him.

“I said,” Ben punctuated, “keep going. You’ve gotta get it juuuust right, baby…”

“Y-You guys– hah!” John keened, leaning back into his little spider’s swirling tongue. “Y-You’re–”

A swat to his rear had Homelander biting his lip to silence a squeal.

“Y-You’re the real heroes!”

Ben worked his way down to John’s sack, sucking a side of it in his mouth to lave and slobber on as he worked his love’s shaft with gentle strokes.

“And I– you– I commend…” John whined, torn between pushing backward or fucking into the hand that worked his aching cock. “Benny– please…”

Ben released John’s sack.

“Finish your speech, honey.”

Lips pecked at the flesh of his left glute, and John’s head fell forward.

“I c-commend y-your efforts and your h-heroics!” Homelander sputtered. He felt a hand undoing the zipper on one of his boots– then the other, and he kicked them off along with his pants. He spread his legs wider.

“A-And your s-service–”

Ben buried his tongue into John’s hole, fucking it in and out as he jerked his love’s cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other.

“I-I’m the Homelander! I a-am the H-Homelander…” he exhaled, the tension growing deep in his core. “And I c-can do– Oh, fuck!”

A chuckle reverberating against his hole made John release an especially pitiful whine.

“I can do… whatever… I…” John reached back, gripping Ben by the hair. “Whatever I want,” he growled, shoving his lover to the floor.

Homelander pounced on Ben like an animal going for the kill. Without any warning, he jammed his cock past Ben’s lips, pushing past the resistance of his little spider’s tongue to sink all the way in– pressing the base of himself against Ben’s nose. John’s lips curved into a devilish smile at the feeling of his balls resting against Ben’s chin.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want!” Homelander repeated in a strained shout, thrusting his hips to chase the wet heat– practically singing his fucking moans into the room each time Ben’s throat clenched around him, gagging his little spider with reckless abandon.

Ben’s vision tunneled as he held on for dear fucking life, struggling to catch a breath, clinging to the floor with the setae in his fingers lest he be fucked across it by the sheer punishing pace of John’s thrusts.

He didn’t imagine John flipping the switch like this. Not that it was a bother to get used so brutally by Johnny– no, he fucking loved it. He loved it even when John withdrew his cock and smacked him across the face with it. He loved it when John sank his balls against his lips, wordlessly demanding he open wide and love on them instead.

Not long after, John moved forward, settling down to rest his hole right over Ben’s mouth– pleased to high heaven that his little love bug moved right on to eating him without so much as a shred of hesitation.

Homelander was a wreck, riding and rutting against Ben’s face, moaning, “Ben– hah! Benny! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” as he jerked himself. The tension in his core was building– higher, higher…

“Hnngh, fuck!” John groaned, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum upward. Most of them landed on the abdomen of his suit– others, in Ben’s hair. John panted obscenely as he rode out his orgasm, grinding down onto his lover’s hot tongue until he fell from the high.

“On the fucking bed,” Homelander demanded, gripping his little spider by the jaw. “Right now, Benjamin.”

Ben didn’t make it fully onto the bed before John had him bent at the waist, face down against the blankets. As his face was pushed into the soft surface and his clothes torn away, Ben could clearly make out the sight of John preparing to sink his cock into him, thanks to one of the side mirrors. A shaky moan escaped his lips as the head pierced his dripping cunt before ramming into him in one go, stretching him out mercilessly.

“J-Johnny!” Benny yelled, gripping the blankets in desperation as Homelander began to pound into him without mercy. God– this was one of those times. The hands biting into his waist without a single care for his comfort practically fucking confirmed it.

This wasn’t just John.

This was his protector, too.

In fact, John might not even be present…

Wasn’t often Ben got to play with this other side of John, but fuck… When he did, this part of Homelander would leave him a mess– cum drooling from his pussy and his mind in a pure fog of destructive pleasure. Undone in every fucking way possible. They had a safeword, and Ben feared he may just end up using it by the end of the night.

A sharp slap to his ass had Ben’s head rising from the bed to whimper.

“Think you can just fucking tease me?” John– or, well, Homelander– (both?) snarled, the obscene sound of wet skin clapping ringing out every time he pulled Ben’s body onto his.

Fuck, he wasn’t even thrusting at that point– just ragdolling Benny’s body right back onto him like some sort of human fuck toy. Just taking what he wanted, exactly the way he wanted it. Bruises and handprints be damned, he would put his love bug in his place and enjoy every second of it.

“Think you can just take that little tongue of yours out of me whenever you please?” He continued, his lips flared to reveal those sharp teeth that made him look nothing short of predatory. “I,” he punctuated with a sharp thrust, “decide when you stop! Just like I decide when you’ve had enough!”

Ben gasped when Homelander grabbed him by the hair, jerking him up to kneel. One hand took him by the jaw, a gloved finger snaking into his mouth, while the other moved down to tease at his clit. John’s chest, still covered in his suit, pressed to his back, but– god, oh god the thrusting never slowed, never lost its intensity.

Homelander meant to fucking undo him, it seemed. The filth rolling from John’s lips never ceased, but Ben’s ability to process the words certainly did. The further he climbed to the peak of his pleasure, the more incoherent he became. Soon, the only things he knew were the cock slamming into him and the fingers pushing down his throat.

“J-Joh…ny!” Ben mewled as his orgasm hit like a thousand pound brick, falling over him, his cunt quivering against the stuttering thrusts of John’s cock until he felt heat fill his core in bursts.

Benny tried to gasp for air as he arched and writhed against John, but an iron grip on his throat stopped him.

“That’s it,” Homelander growled in his ear, still rocking against him. “Hold your breath while I fill you… There you go,” he chuckled wickedly. “I wanna feel that pussy drinking me up…”

Just as his vision began to tunnel, Ben was dropped, and the cock filling him to the brim was gone, leaving him twitching around emptiness.

But, oh, how could he think for even a moment that he’d get off so easily?

Homelander’s grip on his thighs let him know that things were far from over, and their playtime had only just begun.

Ben was dragged until his upper thighs rested against Homelander’s shoulders and a tongue delved into his cunt before he was lifted. Arms wrapped around his waist, securing his pussy tight against Homelander’s unrelenting hunger, subject to whatever torture John’s other half intended to put him through.

The suction against his tender clit had Ben clinging to John’s thighs for something, anything to anchor him into this world– lest his soul flee in terror of the onslaught he would be facing until John’s protector decided he’d had his fill. He was content to dangle there, to let Homelander consume every part of him until there was nothing left. To suck the cum out of him until he was satiated.

But, no.

Homelander doesn’t give without taking, and he certainly doesn’t take without demanding more.

So, when a hand tangled in Ben’s cum stained locks, he let John direct him without complaint, without resistance.

Benny swallowed John’s cock, his throat still familiar with the girth from earlier. The thrusts were gradual– until they weren’t. Until Homelander was pummeling his throat just as hard as he did his pussy, forcing obscene, sloppy, wet sounds from Ben as the web-head gargled on the mix of cum, slick, and spit coating John’s cock.

“That’s right, Benjamin. Clean my fucking cock.”

Homelander’s grip on his waist left Ben keening in a sensation caught between mindless pleasure and pain.

Just what he wanted to hear.

See how easy he is to break? John’s protector gloated in the confines of their shared mind. He’s tasty, too… No wonder you like him so much, sport.

Ben was on the verge of losing his mind.

The blood rushing to his skull, the abuse of his pussy, the pounding of his throat…

Too much, but, oh, it was delicious.

But it needed to end soon…

A tongue dipped into his cunt, lapping at the emergence of fresh juice leaking from him, and Ben began to buck against Homelander’s face as best as he could.

The supe took it for the sign it was, and showed all the mercy a god could to his favorite subject, taking Ben’s clit back to finish the job.

It didn’t take long for his little spider to scream out his orgasm, muffled by the cock in his mouth.

That was his queue to let go, too.

Homelander reached down, shoving Ben’s head against his cock once, twice, and one final time before he spilled his seed down his little love bug’s throat.

He stood for a moment, basking in the high of what he’d done.

He loved to take Benny apart, piece by glorious piece.

A gentle tap at his thigh, drumming out a pattern he recognized, let John know to let off. Somehow, that little nonverbal queue was enough to pull John back from the depths of his own mind. They’d agreed upon a nonverbal form of a safeword, once. Just in case.

Some ridiculous song beat– something no person would ever find themselves doing during sex without an explicit reason.

John shook back into control, lowering Benny onto the bed carefully.

He crawled over his darling little spider, inspecting all of the marks he’d left. Part of him felt like he should fucking apologize. He cupped Ben’s face in his hands, smoothing his now bare thumbs over his love’s cheekbones.

He took it too far.

“Hmm…” he heard Ben hum. “You’re somethin’ else…”

“I’m sorry…” John cooed, pressing a kiss to Ben’s forehead. “I should’ve–”

“No.” Ben moaned firmly through the haze of his drop. “No, I liked it– just a lot, y’know?”

John softened and rolled them, allowing Benny to nuzzle against his chest. He trailed soft paths up Ben’s back, rubbing circles here and dancing his fingertips there.

“You up for a bubble bath?” John asked. “I know you have that new citrus stuff and I–”

“Yeah…” Ben whispered. “Just hold me for a bit, though. I love you– wanna feel you for a minute…”

John’s heart fluttered.

“Of course, babe.” He pressed a kiss to Ben’s forehead. “I love you more.”

Ben let out a tired laugh.

“Oh, not this game again. I love you more.”

It was true. John knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was true.

Just like Ben knew that John’s statement was as well.

Their love was infinitely true.

#homelander #homelander smut #homelander fanfiction #antony starr #the boys #the boys tv #oc: benjamin colyer #SO SO SO EXCITED TO FINALLY USE BENJAMIN IN A FIC AHHHHH #homelander x oc #ben x homelander

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sehtoast · 11 months

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Benjamin and Homelander !!!

art by @clownmitts (highly recommend them for comms!)

#I AM SO EXCITED LOOK AT THEM OMGGG #AND ALSO NOW BEN EXISTS AS MORE THAN WORDS!!#oc: benjamin colyer #homelander #ben x homelander #homelander x oc #the benlander agenda

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sehtoast · 7 months

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Ben prefers to watch Homie's events from the roof.

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#the benlander agenda #the boys oc #the boys #i guess this is technically #homelander x oc #even though he's not exaaactly in there #Benjamin Colyer (oc)#arts been going some kind of way for me lol #spidersona #UPDATED TO ADD THE SPARKLES FROM THE FIREWORKS LMAO I FORGOT EM #sehtoast's art #sehtoast art

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sehtoast · 11 months

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Given | Kindred Chapter 2 (ftm!Homelander x ftm! OC)

18+ | 1.2k Words

Ch1 | Ch2

Warnings: Internalized transphobia on Homelander's part, soft smut, oral sex

Summary: No plot, just soft, loving smut.

OC: Benjamin Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man)

How he loved this new intimacy with his little spider.

Basking in the waves of acceptance, of reverence and love. Of knowing that someone had walked a similar path and found beauty in their shared trait.

There was something about pressing his naked form against Benjamin as they slept that made him feel so… free. No need to hide– to stuff something between his legs to simulate a bulge, no itching anxiety to scream at him to stay awake lest he find the person in his bed shocked to explore and find that he was not like other men.

And, oh… How Benjamin treated him so tenderly. More than ever before. The most recent of his love’s kindness practically unraveled him at the seams.

”That won’t do anything, you know.” Homelander remarked, standing next to Ben in just a towel as the pair dried off after their shared shower. “It is what it is.”

Homelander was in his mid teens when he began his transition– not nearly young enough to have evaded the growth of his chest. Too many doctors, too many conflicting opinions– until Vogelbaum ordered it for the sake of his well being. He’d required a very, very specialized surgery to remove his breasts and contour his chest. Diamond-tipped tools, precision medical lasers and the like. It was the only thing– go figure– that ever left a mark on his body. He, like Benjamin, carried those two lines of scarring under his pectorals. Doctors said it was a mystery how an indestructible supe could scar from such a simple procedure.

That was just his luck, though. A permanent mark that would forever brand even his upper body as ‘other.’ How he wished it were different. How he wished he weren’t afflicted with such a curse…

”Maybe– maybe not,” Ben countered, thumbing the gel onto the light pink lines– a contrast to the slightly thicker ones on himself. “Either way, I like… doing these things with you. For you, even. This, our shots… It’s special..” Ben pressed a kiss to his cheek, moving on to the other scar.

He couldn’t understand his little spider, sometimes. Though, in the same vein, he couldn’t understand himself. To Benny, their existence as self made men was a thing of beauty. They were proof that self-love and preservation could defy even the fates of natal development and social expectation. Where Benjamin was proud, John was often ashamed.

A lifetime that demanded perfection would do that to anyone.

To Benjamin, those scars were a neon sign in the night stating, ‘we won.’ In the instances of his woe leaking free, Benny often would take John by the hands, kiss his knuckles– then his cheeks, always telling him the same things…

’Perfect. Beautiful. Handsome. Lovely. Delightful. Mine.'

And he always believed it. Always believed his sunshine in superhuman form.

He always believed the lips that met him, the tender touches to his waist– unspoken reverence and worship. Care and love…

Things that always seemed so unattainable. Things that now slept in the same bed as him, held him, comforted him, kissed him.

Was it any wonder that he became completely insatiable? Every waking moment was spent longing to return to his Benjamin, ignoring corporate babble to listen for him in a city of millions, gritting his teeth in frustration that he was away…

And, when he had him? Oh, god… When he had his Benjamin in his arms, he was voracious. Skin to skin contact was a must, resting his head on Benny’s lap, clinging to him– convinced that, were it possible, he’d burrow under Ben’s skin and live inside of him.

He’d settle for how it felt to rock against him, to brush the curve of his mound against Ben’s swollen clit, to look down and see the threads of his lover’s arousal cling to him and instill a hunger he knew would never, never be satisfied.

The closest he’d ever know to existing inside of his precious Benjamin was burying his tongue deep into his cunt, fucking and sucking the juices out of him as his little spider moaned and keened above, caging his head with his legs, whining when they were pushed open– clinging to handfuls of his undercut instead.

Each cry of his name– “Johnny, oh, oh fuck… Johnny…” left him on fire, his soul lit ablaze with need, want, desire– with love.

More than anything, he wanted his little spider to be as satisfied as possible– so he’d bring his fingers into the mix, pumping and curling them into the squelching wetness of Ben’s pussy, sucking his clit with a heady determination. He’d ignore his own need just for a fucking taste of Benjamin.

But his little spider never let his determination turn to a neglect of himself. After his fourth– or maybe it was his fifth orgasm, Ben would flip the script, take control, take him. Ever so softly, kindly, heart-warmingly tender, Benny would lay him back against the plush bedding and worship that vessel of his. Kisses, soft, pressed to every inch of his scars– even to his unfeeling nipples. More, then, over the dip of his chest, just above the heart.

His heart.

Hands roaming, feeling, gripping. Words spilling.

”That’s my boy,” Benjamin whispered like a prayer as he made his way down, licking that first stripe over the opening of his cunt. “Delicious,” he’d groan. “I love you…”

Hands and tongue, nose positioned to nudge his bud with each long, calculated lick. He dare not tense up, dare not squeeze too hard. The grip at his thighs, massaging and caressing, kept him still, relaxed.

Calm in the face of everything he’s ever wanted.

He need not take; it was already being given.

It seemed that he always needed that reminder. There were no limits to what his Benjamin would do, would give. No amount of love, no touch, no kindness…

No amount of himself.

“Perfect,” he’d murmur against John’s clit as he worked him to climax. “You throb when you’re in my mouth, y’know…”

He’d be ashamed of the noise that left his mouth if he wasn’t so damn entranced.

“Taste so, so sweet…”

His words alone had Homelander bucking his hips, eager to chase each syllable– moaning, instead, when the words ceased and those lips took him again.

The arms hooked under his thighs steadied him, and fingertips danced upon his skin, eager– so eager– to calm and please at the same time.

“I c-can’t…” slipped from his lips as the pressure built, Benjamin’s fingers pressed against his sweet spot, tongue at the head of his bud. He reached out, palming for any part of his lover that he could find– hair, hands, arms, anything to bring him closer as he finished, gushing and quivering against his lover’s mouth.

The air left his body, mind went quiet, limbs grew heavy.

Lips at his, slick with his release, pulled him from his stupor. Fingers dancing over the sides of his neck, working up to caress his cheeks.

Brown eyes gazing into his own, love the likes only a fairytale could produce dancing inside them, reminding him of that one thing he always forgets.

He need not take. It was already being given.

#homelander #homelander smut #homelander fanfiction #trans!homelander #oc: benjamin colyer #the boys #the boys tv

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sehtoast · 11 months

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Kindred (ftm!Homelander x ftm!OC Smut)

18+

1.6k

AU Where Ben and Homelander are not intimate until later in season 3. Just some indulgent couch-breakdown Homelander t4t smut.

OC: Benjamin Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man)

Warnings: Oral sex, Homelander's bottom dysphoria manifesting in calling himself inadequate.

The fates always had a wicked way with him, did they not? Kicking him when he was down, throwing curve balls left and right for him to adjust to.

We have a situation– Yeah. Yeah, now, please.

It was the shaking of her voice that bothered him the most.

Like he'd done something wrong.

As though she wasn't the one who barged in unannounced.

He rolls his already teary eyes.

On my way, he heard faintly, the voice on the other end of the phone all too familiar to his already aching heart.

But he couldn't move a muscle. All he could do was sit there with the remote, rewinding and resetting the video of his speech.

"I'm stronger! I'm better!"

Waiting for that familiar voice to barge in as well.

He'd broken decorum. He lashed out– let the mask slip. What would become of him in the court of public opinion?

He hears her tell the new arrival that he needs to deliver the news. He can hear the unsettled shudder in her tone as she dances around the truth of what has her so frazzled.

Just get in there, Ashley tells him.

He tries to brace himself– to rise from the couch and throw, at the very least, his underwear on before his next visitor can come in and find shock in his difference.

His body doesn't move.

Only his thumb, to press rewind again.

"I am done being persecuted for my strength!"

He hears a knock, not too harsh, before that voice calls out to him.

"Hey, John?" The spider calls out to him. "Mind if I come in?"

He's given the courtesy of a warning, this time. The bug always did give him more than others. His penthouse had no front door, and the vast majority of his visitors tended to just waltz in as though they owned the place.

Not Benjamin.

He doesn't reply– just pauses the video as though the silence could speak for him.

He hears the padding of footsteps approaching him slowly. John's gut dropped in anticipation of another unpleasant reaction.

"Oh," he hears. He doesn't look up. Doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to see his best and only friend react to what he lacked. The dismay he felt from the last twenty-four hours stopped him from realizing Ben's voice carried no shock, no discomfort, no awe at his difference.

"So, Ashley wanted me to come up and tell you about your numbers, but…" Ben trails off, walking over to the other side of the couch, his eyes never falling down to observe his lack save for the initial once over. "Did- Did she actually give me a passcode locked tablet and expect..?"

Ben scoffs a laugh and tosses it onto the couch nonchalantly.

"Did you really expect her to use her brain?" He asks, a jest present but delivered without the proper inflection.

"Do we ever?"

It's the first a smile has cracked at his lips in nearly a day.

The remote is coaxed from his hand, and the TV is shut off.

"You shouldn't do that to yourself," the bug tells him. "Are you cold?"

Was he cold? Was he, the fucking Homelander, cold?

"Why? D'you want me to cover up?"

There's a question underneath his question.

Do you need the anomaly put away?

The only thing, to this day, that ever stopped Homelander from jumping Benjamin's bones was the idea that his lack of… anatomy would dash any hopes of a positive response.

It wouldn't be the first time someone had rejected his body– but it would certainly be the only time he couldn't pretend that he was unbothered.

The only time he found true value in another's opinion of himself.

"No, I–" Ben breathed gently. "I want you to be comfortable."

What part of my life has ever been comfortable, Homelander calls out from inside his mind.

"Does my body make you uncomfortable?" He asks, a bitter inquisitiveness on his tongue.

The way Benjamin's brow flicks upward before he shakes his head no makes a smirk tug at John's lips.

The hand that held the remote sought Ben's, his fingers lacing through the spider's gloved ones in a display of affection he was near petrified to show.

He watches Benjamin bring his free hand to his mouth, biting the fingertips of his glove to remove it before bringing his bare hand down to rest against his.

John begins to feel a hunger, the comfort of flesh calling to him loudly.

Sure, with his superpowered senses, he could smell the drips of his own arousal beginning to gather from the moment Benjamin arrived. But, at some point, he knew Benny could smell him too– so naked and exposed.

The flare of the web-head's nostrils on a not-so-subtly deep breath gave it away.

It makes him clench– makes his clit twitch in anticipation.

"You'd be surprised…" Ben exhales, "at what you don't know about me."

Oh, but he knew. He knew they were the same.

But, it was different when it was him compared to when it was Ben. When it was Benjamin, it was a character trait.

When it was him, it was a shortcoming.

Just another inadequacy.

There had always been such carnal tension between them– unspoken and left to fester. Every day it seemed to grow and grow, but every day John feared the web-head would find him lacking.

“What do you need from me, John?” Ben murmured, his thumb stroking over John’s hand.

Entranced was certainly one word for how he felt as his free hand began to run the length of Benjamin’s arm, all the way to where the neckline of his suit met his throat. He ran a finger along the seam, hooking the tip underneath to lightly pull…

“I…” he began, the words catching on a tight breath. “N-Need you…”

Ben’s eyes floated down to his lips, lingering on them.

“Show me where,” the web-head whispered, offering his bare hand as though it were a tool to be used to John’s every whim.

Homelander pulled him forward by the collar, brushing their lips together– featherlight at first– finally, oh, god, finally sealing that long awaited contact. As they kissed, John pressed Ben’s hand to his chest, shuddering at the way his little spider’s nails dragged softly through the smatterings of hair as he guided him lower, lower, and lower.

The first touch to his wetness had John keening into the kiss, a moan rumbling deep in his chest as Ben dragged his slick on two fingers to his clit, rubbing him with a pressure so perfect that it tingled down to his legs.

His hand overtop of Ben’s went to his wrist, gripping as he panted into the web-head’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting them when they separated.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous…” Ben breathed against him, finally sinking two fingers deep into John’s cunt, groaning at the way his walls clenched around him immediately. “Thaaat’s it…”

Ben shifted, his fingers never leaving Homelander’s heat as he maneuvered to kneel before him.

John choked on a breath when Benjamins’ tongue swiped his engorged clit before sucking it into his mouth, laving flat figures over the head as his fingers squelched on each thrust.

“B-Ben…” he whimpered, reaching down to tangle his fingers in the curtains of the web-head’s hair.

A moan rumbled against him, stimulating him further.

“You taste so good,” Ben murmured as he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean. He looked to Homelander for a moment, pressing a kiss to the curve of his mound. “Lay back and let me take care of you…”

It took a hand pressing him flat, but John complied. He gasped at the way Ben gripped his hips and pulled him closer to the edge of the couch, leaving his pussy and rim on display– his legs resting overtop of Benny’s shoulders.

The web-head tensed his lips and dropped a glob of spit directly onto his clit, bringing a thumb up to rub his bud tantalizingly slow, leaning down to run his tongue between John’s folds, lapping up every drop of him.

Homelander had no idea when he started cresting to his peak– perhaps when Ben ran his tongue from his rim to his clit and sank his fingers in deep– but, fuck, he was close.

His body began to twitch with every crook of Benjamin’s digits against a spot that had his head thrown back in a whine, and he bucked against his spider’s mouth for any added friction he could find.

Suddenly, Benjamin was stood, leaning halfway over him to press a wet kiss to his lips, dragging Homelander’s own taste through his mouth with every swipe of his tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” Ben praised, a soaked thumb dragging along his cheekbone as his other hand’s digits kept their pace inside of him. “I can feel every time you clench, y’know…” Ben slipped a third finger into him. “Perfect… So, so perfect…”

At the all consuming warmth of Ben taking his clit again, John threw his head back in bliss, his cunt throbbing and gushing against the web-head’s fingers as he thrust them in deep. He called out his little spider’s name, howling it through tears that sizzled away from the heat in his eyes.

“Oh– oh fuck!” He whimpered as Ben withdrew, his tongue taking the place of his fingers to lave him clean, his slurps ringing obscenely into the room. Homelander pressed his fist to his mouth to keep from singing out further, to muffle the moans that spilled free from him. “B-Benny!”

He panted heavily, eyelids leaden as Ben kissed a path from his clit to his neck, breaking away only to meet his lips. His fingers fumbled around Benjamin’s super suit to seek entry.

As he and Benny lost themselves in each other, Homelander found himself almost a little grateful that Ashley was dumb enough to barge in unannounced. If nothing else, that stupid open door policy brought him his little spider…

#homelander #trans homelander #homelander x oc #oc: benjamin colyer #homelander smut #ben x homelander

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sehtoast · 11 months

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In The Kitchen? (Depowered Homelander x OC | Fluff Drabble) All of You is Left to Love Ch7

450 Words

Warnings: None that really matter lol

Summary: Breakfast fluff with a sprinkling of goofiness, no plot.

Chapter Directory Can Be Found Here

OC: Benjamin Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man)

Ben woke early that day.

He’d been gone so often between his duties as the new leader of The Seven and with patrolling the city that he’d started to feel he was neglecting Homelander. So, he crawled out of bed bright and early to make them both a proper breakfast.

He pulled out all the stops. Fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes, an ice cold glass of milk for John– everything he could think of to put a smile on his lover’s face.

Benjamin thought he’d done a great job sneaking out of bed, but that never quite was the case with Homelander. Despite the loss of his powers and rampant depressive episodes weighing him down, he never did lose that sensitivity to Ben’s physical absence.

He certainly didn’t hear John over the music from his phone competing with the sizzling of eggs.

His spider-sense wouldn’t alert him to Homelander’s presence in the kitchen. Why would it? He was no threat. Never had been– not to Ben, at least.

So, when arms wrapped around his waist, Ben jumped just slightly. His surprised expression turned to one of joy, and he stroked along Homelander’s arm with one hand while he worked with the other.

“Morning, pumpkin.” He greeted, turning his head to press a kiss into John’s overgrown hair.

“M’rnin’” Homelander groaned, sighing a heavy breath against the curve of Ben’s neck.

“Always notice when you leave…”

“Sorry if I woke you up,” Ben ran the tips of his fingers over Homelander’s knuckles. “Meant to have this be a breakfast in bed sort of deal.”

When Homelander released him and began to walk toward the table, Ben turned to watch him make his way over, huffing a laugh.

“Lemme finish up here. Wait at the table?” Ben smiled sympathetically.

John had thrown on an oversized shirt– ordered online as Ben’s way of building him a new wardrobe, but arrived too large. That in itself was no big deal, but the bare cheeks peeking out from under the seam were a wonderful surprise.

“Johnny, are– are you shirt-cocking it in the kitchen?” Ben giggled, a wide grin on his face.

Homelander, too deep in his sleepy haze to care, simply plopped down in his seat and nodded, spreading his legs high and wide for Ben before sitting normally.

“Oh, brother…” Ben groaned, totally betrayed by his smile and humored tone.

He continued working until the food was ready, and prepared each plate– setting fruit atop of John’s pancakes in the shape of a heart.

Ben set each plate down, saving the pancakes for last.

“Love you, babe.” Ben pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Love you more…” John returned, despite his grogginess.

#homelander #homelander x oc #homelander fanficiton #homelander fluff #oc: benjamin colyer

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sehtoast · 6 months

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What inspired your oc?

what inspired Ben?

that’s a hell of a rabbit hole, but lemme give it a crack. hope you're ready to read a whole book lol :

so, for starters, i’ve always been a spider-man kid for as long as I can remember. I’m not sure what my first introduction to spidey would’ve been, but i’d bet it was either the 90s animated series or tobey maguire’s spider-man movies. The first maguire movie came out when i was 2, but i’m positive i saw it super young because i don’t remember a time where i didn’t absolutely fucking adore spidey. Some of my strongest memories are actually of ‘wall crawling’ up my grandma’s brick sidewalk and running around her yard like i was swinging from a web. I had the toys, the pajama suit, the string-can webshooters, plastic masks, played all the games growing up, etc etc. Spider-man stuff is just like, idk INGRAINED in me. He’s what i wanted to be- and, honestly, i still dream of swinging from a web.

Now, that said: Ben.

Ben started as a x reader concept. I’d never written fics before stumbling onto homelander, but i ended up finally snapping one day and giving it a shot for two reasons. a) blindmagdalena inspired me to write and b) i wanted to finally see some form of trans rep for fanfics, particularly for transmasculine people. I have my brain trained so strictly to swap pronouns, gendered terms, and even body part names that it actually affects my reading outside of fics, too. Which isn’t necessarily good, but it just goes to show how little is out there for us (fic is usually always skewed toward fem readers- which isn’t a bad thing! It just makes it hard for transmasc folks to indulge sometimes). But yeah, i really fucking wanted to finally put something out there for us.

But, this fella had to have powers right? Tender Threads was the start of my writing adventures and i was adamant that it would follow a supe!reader. And what powers would i want if i were a supe? Spider powers, of course! Initially i was really insecure about doing this because webweaver already exists in the boys comics and i felt like a copycat. I couldn’t even figure out a better spidery hero name than spider-man, so i said fuck it and went with it. Of course, months later across the spider-verse came out and validated me putting a spider-man in another universe, but that’s besides the point lol.

The more i wrote this x transmasc!reader concept, the more and more i could see Ben in my head. He started off as a concept and just… grew? I picked his name because i really like ben reilly as spidey and i figure there’s gotta be another spider-man out there named benjamin, right? They can’t all be variants of peter and the more major characters. Funny enough, he was almost a Bennett. Anyway, i imagined him quite similar to peter parker in the ultimate spider-man comic line, but he’s steadily grown to have his own appearance, especially once i went out looking for a face claim for him and found froy gutierrez. Now, he looks like a ~2018 era froy! Funny how ocs grow and change.

I decided that i wanted him to have powers more along the lines of Miles Morales in the insomniac games (bc i fucking ADORE miles and i think his bioelectricity is SO FUCKING COOL). So, i picked that. Kept the organic webbing bc that made sense to me.

Also, it wasn’t even a thought in my head of whether or not to carry over the aspect of being trans for ben.

His suit design was heavily inspired by the unbreakable spider-man suit by @ vaughanilla_cosplays on instagram, but i’m still working on building a design that is truly ben’s.

From there, i thought of him in terms of what my ideal spider-man would be like. This part i actually struggled with until i stumbled across this video of Peter Cullen about the day he auditioned for optimus prime (hopefully the time start works, otherwise it's at 1:38-2:10). Those words hit me first, like, as a person, and i find them influencing me in my day to day life, surprisingly. But then i realized, that’s what i want for ben. If ben was going to be a hero, he was going to be a real hero. Benjamin would be strong enough to be gentle. Even being a character destined to love a man who is anything but, Ben would be strong enough to be gentle.

Above everything else, Benjamin is gentle.

And from there, he grew. He grew and grew and grew, and now he’s actually very precious to me. Ben is my spider-man, more than any iteration ever. When i think of spidey, i think of Ben.

But yeah. I guess ben was ultimately inspired by my love for spider-man meeting my love for the boys. Just, one day an egg appeared, you know?

Anyway, thank you so much for this ask. I fucking LOVE talking about my lil benny-boo

#sehtoast rambles #ask #anon my love #oc: benjamin colyer

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Little things Ben does for Homelander that make me feral (Homelander x OC)

If they're about to sit side by side, Ben will adjust Homelander's cape so he won't sit on it. Accidentally did it on a live interview once.

Fluffs Homelander's pillow if he's in bed before Homie gets there.

Went out of his way to find soap and shampoo that didn't have strong chemical scents so Homelander's super senses wouldn't be as bothered.

Includes Homelander in his skincare routine. Always is extra thorough with working the serums and moisturizers into his skin as an excuse to massage Homie’s face. He gets extra kisses at the end.

Sends Homie texts regularly throughout the day to see how he's doing and cheers him up if necessary.

Has written "I love you" in webbing in the rails and cables of major bridges. This always makes Homelander turn a little red in the face.

Has Homelander's name in his phone as "✨❤️Johnny❤️✨" This name changes regularly. It has been 🎃Pumpkin🎃, 🥧Sweetie Pie🥧, 🥛The Milk Man🥛, Homie, and "Lover Boy". Homelander does not understand the emoji fascination, but finds it endearing nonetheless.

Set Homelander's phone to be an unassuming lockscreen and the home screen to a picture of him kissing Homie’s cheek.

Homelander's contact photo in Ben's phone is a picture of him asleep on the couch. Ben told him that he loves how peaceful he looks when sleeping.

Took the time to learn all kinds of foods Homelander likes and dislikes early on in their relationship. Even consulted with Vought's head chef. Cooks dinner occasionally and makes sure everything is perfect.

Always makes sure he has Homelander's favorite type of milk stocked. None of that 2% or nonfat type stuff. Goes out and gets more before Homie gets home if he sees that it's almost empty.

On the rare occasion Homelander doesn't pull Ben in to join, Ben will put towels through the dryer so they're warm after Homelander showers.

Has joined Homie in showers specifically to wash dried blood from him and comfort him.

Holds Homelander at night when dreams of his childhood distress him.

Sings for Homie when Mirrorlander won't quiet down. His singing is rough at best, but Homelander loves it all the same.

Has made a stress ball out of his own webbing before to give Homelander on a particularly stressful day. Homelander held on to it until the webs dissolved many hours later.

Keeps one of Homelander's spare costumes in his closet alongside a couple t-shirts for Homie should he want to change into something casual.

Created an environment where Homelander feels safe enough to dress down and exist in a far more simple manner.

Established that vulnerability between them will never be looked down on or punished.

Encourages Homelander to explore his emotions. Helps him process what he does talk about in a healthy, productive way.

Will let Homelander rest his head on his lap when they sit side by side. Strokes through his hair without being prompted. Will sit still for hours if Homelander dozes off. Anything to give him peace.

Has rewatched the same handful of western and macho man movies hundreds of times with Homelander. Granted, he's usually falling asleep during them.

Plays guitar in the background while Homelander practices his scripts. Always giggles when he hears Homelander idly humming the tune the next day.

Leaves sticky notes with cute messages

#homelander x oc #the benlander agenda #benlander #oc: benjamin colyer #homelander

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sehtoast · 8 months

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Okay, here! 💭 🔱

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

Ben is INFP, or the mediator personality!

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

Ben can swim. He doesn't enjoy it nearly as much as he did when he was younger, especially once he moves to the city since it's such a hassle to be able to do it recreationally. Besides, smelling like chlorine/river water in a skin tight super suit is a scent induced headache waiting to happen

#oc: benjamin colyer #aaaaaaaaa THANK YOU ANON

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sehtoast · 9 months

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Captured in Kindness (Homelander x OC) 18+

OC: Benjamin Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man).

Warnings: Light noncon, stalking, voyeuristic masturbation, vaginal sex, oral sex

Summary: Love and kindness are but bargaining chips- until they're not. Until they're real, and all Homelander wants is to be as close to the source as possible.

Word Count: 2.6k

Perhaps it all began with a smile.

Not one full of adoration, nor dripping with corporate insincerity. No intent dancing in his eyes.

It was the kindness.

The way the wall crawler treated him left him breathless. Sure, he’d put on the persona during their initial interactions. After all, he was the boss.

The captain.

The Homelander.

But that smile made him feel like he was more.

Of course, he did nothing to deserve it. He wanted Translucent’s seat filled, and he practically had to threaten the web-head into joining The Seven– but it’s not like he would hurt him.

Not now.

Not after peering through that mask to see those brown eyes, so soft, so sweet, gazing back at him. The caramel colored flecks within, the darkness encompassing that pupil that locked head on with his own.

Unafraid to look him in the eye.

No, no… Perhaps it began even before that.

Maybe it was the time he’d spent observing the bug– before the offer of recruitment was accepted– that really did him in. Watching him wake, fumble through his morning hygiene routines, consume whatever pure sugar passed as cereal these days, and head out for that abysmal nine-to-five job he hated so much.

Of course, there was investigating to be done while the bug was away.

While Benjamin was away.

The name always seemed to linger on the tip of his tongue.

Benjamin.

The Spider-Man. The masked vigilante that sparked debate on unsanctioned heroics on damn near every social media platform.

Once a thorn in his side– suddenly the apple of his eye.

It was so easy to get into his apartment, too. After all, why lock the bedroom window when it’s six stories above the ground with no fire escape?

The first time, Homelander simply meandered about. He breathed in a deep gulp of air the second his boots touched the carpet, inhaling the wall crawler’s scent. Notes of an apple-cinnamon air freshener lingering about.

He’d seen this room already– the perks of x-ray vision, of course. He’d watched Benjamin through the walls for days, now. Standing inside felt… different.

Better.

He walked around the room, just looking.

A bookshelf, its contents collecting dust. His desk, papers strewn about haphazardly– one of them in particular being his contract with Vought. Envelopes of bills due in a week’s time. The noisy desktop computer providing an ambient hum he’d come to appreciate.

Posters on the wall– none of them even remotely related to The Seven.

The bulletin board tacked with leads for cases he had been looking into while moonlighting as Spider-Man.

He made his way to the bathroom. The last lingerings of soap had his nostrils flaring, lungs filling.

Citrus.

Benjamin smelled of citrus.

The sight of himself in the mirror clicking his tongue disappointedly.

Captivated by another one, eh, sport?

He spent hours lingering in Benjamin’s apartment.

Just long enough to leave before the web-head arrived home.

From then on, it was fair game. Sleepless nights spent tailing Benjamin throughout the city, high in the sky where he’d never be noticed. Watching him handle the most vile of criminals with mercy.

Scum that Homelander would’ve eviscerated, delivered instead in a cocoon of webbing to the nearest police department.

The salty aroma of Benjamin’s tears at the worst of sights tickling his nose so fiercely that he could fucking taste them.

The pride he felt when the bug finally solved the case of a missing person. The beauty of watching him pull the police report off his bulletin board that same night.

Then, rinse and repeat.

Lose what little rest he needed to watch Ben sleep. The pang of pity at the way the web-head’s sixth sense roused him nearly every hour. The twitching kick of his leg, the way his eyes shot open with urgency before succumbing to sleep once more.

Wait for him to leave for work.

Enter.

By the end of the week, he grew bold.

Very bold.

Brave enough to touch things.

Lay in his bed.

Rifle through drawers.

“My, my…” He murmured, lower lip sucked between his teeth when he opened Ben’s underwear drawer.

Neatly folded, all kept to the left side of the drawer. To the right, his socks.

Homelander cocked his head to the side, a whimsical smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth.

“All for me, hm?”

At some point, lust became a factor in all of this. Perhaps from watching Benjamin strip naked and shower. The sight of his hands smoothing over his skin. The way his muscles moved with every motion. The way the water dribbled down his flesh, falling from his shoulders, dancing over the two scars on his chest, down to that cunt that had been a beautiful surprise.

One night, he’d shared in the act of self pleasure with Benjamin.

Mouth watering at the sight of the web-head taking himself apart, stroking his cock in time with every thrust of a toy he knew damn well he could outperform.

It felt so fucking good, too.

So incredible that he swore he saw stars when he came. He actually had to catch his breath, afterward.

Homelander knew he’d need a keepsake after that.

At that moment, contemplating Ben’s underwear, he settled on a very special pair. Red waistband, white logo, and a blue base.

His colors.

He unrolled them, pressing them directly to his nose, inhaling deep, holding it until his mind felt hazy.

Beneath the scent of detergent was the lingering aroma of Ben’s cunt.

It had been amusing, days later, watching Ben grumble to himself that the pair he’d taken had vanished.

”First my socks, now my underwear?” He’d bickered at the washing machine.

He got away with it.

Now, he could only grow bolder. And he did, very much so. What was more bold than stroking himself to completion as he lay in Benjamin’s bed?

It began with a sniff of the blankets. That scent. Then, rifling through the nightstand, producing that toy.

He popped the shaft of it into his mouth immediately, tasting him.

How could he resist touching himself?

Belt thrown on the floor, boots kicked off haphazardly, pants at his ankles as he writhed against the sheets. His head pressed back into the pillow, drool spilling between the toy and the corner of his mouth. Cute little moans reverberating in his chest with each stroke, each twitch of his cock.

Benjamin’s taste and scent nothing short of intoxicating.

Hips jerking, slick sounds filling the room, thoughts of driving his cock as deep into Benjamin as he could. He wondered if the web-head could take him. Would that pretty little cunt swallow every inch of him? Could he withstand the brutality of his full power?

The thought of that heat alone had him blowing a thick load directly onto the top half of his suit, a rope or two painting both his face and the toy.

Was it possibly a little depraved to rub his cum all across the shaft of the toy, letting it dry, then put it back?

Perhaps. However…

The next time Ben uses it, Homelander will have claimed him.

A thought so delicious he throbbed again.

This is how it remained, even after Benjamin was moved into the tower. Lurking, sneaking, taking…

And, oh, how he adored their interactions. The softness with which the web-head treated him despite it all.

He took the bug under his wing. Worked with him for an entire month under the guise of ‘training.’

Initially, it began as following along on patrols. Making sure he was being a hero in all the right ways. Expressing his admiration.

Then, spending time on rooftops during their outings. Following Benjamin to an ice cream vendor that the bug swore was the best thing in the world.

Maybe it was…

But, maybe it was extra sweet because the wall crawler had personally spooned the first bite into his mouth. Their chemistry had been growing with every single day, but even that took him by surprise. Enough that his cheeks tinged red.

His brain must have short circuited.

“Yummers…”

Why the fuck did he say that?

His only relief was the way Ben’s lopsided grin turned to a full, beaming smile. Those caramel specks in his eyes dancing with a joy he caused.

The beauty was enough to drown out even the loudest of his alter ego’s taunts.

Tomorrow, they had that stupid fucking defense bill party to attend, but tonight..?

Tonight, it was just them.

Just a flight across the city, Benjamin in his arms, and those delightful little giggles that sent pangs straight to his heart.

His heart…

Battered and torn in two days’ time.

He woke Benjamin. Mind adrift, body on autopilot.

He just wanted to feel safe…

Was it any wonder he crawled back into that bed? Nuzzled himself into clumsy arms and just let go…

Stifled the sobs, sure… But the tears?

He let Ben wipe them away. Nodded with each little coo that promised safety.

Begged for something to change into. He could still smell Madelyn’s charred flesh on his suit…

What was wrong with him… acting so weak. Sitting at the edge of the bed so Ben could work the suit free from his body, letting his little spider see the false muscles he was so ashamed of.

“Arms up, pumpkin.”

Pumpkin…

He dared to look up. Eyes flitting up just in time to catch a smile so soft, so genuine that it nearly made him start crying again.

Instead, he jumped the gun. Lunged forward, pressed his lips to Ben’s, kissing him as though it was the last thing he’d ever do. Hands at the sides of his little spider’s jaw, keeping him there against a struggle that never came.

His heart surged at the reciprocation, at the hand that came to rest at his cheek.

“John…”

That name.

His name.

A name he gave so that Ben could breathe life into it. Whispered with…

No…

Please, no.

“Not like this.” Ben murmured to him, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. “Another time… When you’re not hurt. When your heart and mind are at ease.”

He looked down, a hand still touching Ben’s neck.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you, y’know?”

Something he’d never heard before. A basic fucking courtesy that had never been extended toward him.

Kindness.

Kindness, followed by a kiss to his forehead before Ben helped dress him.

He let Benjamin hold him that night. His back to Ben’s chest, the bug’s arm resting over his side, their fingers laced together. He didn’t sleep– couldn’t, actually.

The only solace he had was Ben’s breaths tickling the nape of his neck and the promise of another time.

Another time would come within a week.

Yet another night spent zipping through the city, though not for their usual patrol.

Just for fun. An escape from the corporate bureaucracy that came with daytime.

Somehow, they’d ended up in a game of chase. To make it fair, he allowed Benjamin to have a head start.

It, of course, didn’t take long for him to catch up. To snatch him out of the sky between swings and hurtle through the city toward the spot they’d designated to be their own.

The Chrysler Building.

Laughter and smiles from both of them the whole way there.

He brought them up to the perches, but landed closer to the wall.

“I’ve got you now,” he growled playfully.

“Oh!” Ben played along, smiling wide under his mask. “Whatever shall I do?”

He meant to reply with, fuck… something, but he lost the thought. So close.

So, so close…

Even Ben had felt the moment shift. Saw the exact second the playfulness left Homelander’s eyes and became something more. Felt the tension.

Felt the fingers pulling the neckline of his mask up, further and further, stopping just past the tip of his nose.

Homelander gave Ben the chance to stop before they passed the point of no return.

The chance to reject something as cruel and fucked up as him.

Instead, a hand at his neck, fingers dancing at the nape.

“John…” Whispered differently this time. Yearning rolling off the tongue as easily as his name. Want and…

Permission.

So he leaned in. Captured Ben in a kiss so warm and passionate that even he, The Homelander himself, felt dizzy.

Hands at his hips, pulling their bodies flush as he pressed Ben further against the wall. In that moment, despite all the lust that had been consuming him, Homelander found that all he wanted was to handle Benjamin with the utmost care.

Lest he break this part of his heart, too.

Ben’s arms around his neck pulled him impossibly closer, deepening the kiss, their tongues dancing against one another.

Neither separated until it became apparent that they still needed to breathe something more than just each other.

They ended up entwined in Benjamin’s bed. Homelander bit back on his unsteady breaths as the web-head kissed down the length of his abdomen, hands traveling over every dip and curve of his body. Splaying his thighs wide, stroking up the insides of them.

Kisses pressed everywhere.

It was the first time he truly understood what it felt like to be worshiped.

No pretense, no need to perform. Not with him.

Not with Benjamin, who had seen him fall apart and loved him enough to hold him together…

He cried out when he felt those soft, wonderful lips engulf the head of him, tongue flitting over the underside, sinking lower, lower…

So slowly.

As though Ben meant to commit every detail of his cock to memory with his tongue.

Savoring him, until the moment he shot his release in thick, creamy ropes down Ben’s throat– every ounce of it swallowed. The taste kissed back into his mouth.

He practically begged to be allowed to return the favor. There came a point, with his face buried between Ben’s legs, that he lost himself entirely. Licking and sucking, tasting every drop of his little spider’s pleasure until he was sure nothing could ever be as sweet.

The hands in his hair, gripping.

The hips rutting up against him.

The feeling of Ben’s cunt quivering through a third orgasm.

The moans he caused.

The pleasure he gave.

For a moment, he smirked at the feeling in his chest, believing it to be pride. When he glanced up at Ben– who stared down with an adoration so intense, he felt it in his bones– he realized something terrifying.

Not pride.

Love.

It was love he felt as he sank deep into Ben’s core, every inch engulfed– far greater than any fantasy he’d ever had.

Love, as he thrust deep and slow, foreheads pressed together. Breaths mingling, hands gripping.

He was in love.

Even as his pace picked up and he had to remind himself not to break his own heart, he acted with love.

He came with a strangled cry, pumping Ben full, each clench of his lover’s orgasm milking him of everything he had. His name whispered like a prayer, breathing life into something that was no more than a label given to a product in development.

“J-John…”

Whispered, again. This time, overflowing with adoration.

He kissed that name from Ben’s lips, pouring every ounce of himself into the act.

They’d rolled, and, seemingly in the blink of an eye, the sun had come up. Ben lay asleep in his arms, and Homelander realized he had fallen– and remained– peacefully asleep for the first time in…

A very long time.

He stared at Ben for quite a while, pondering.

His heart, it seemed, was a small price to pay to be captured by such kindness.

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