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Summary: Joining Vought’s newly announced superhero team Payback could be the big break you’re looking for. When it comes down to you and Crimson Countess for the last spot on the team, you’re shocked to hear Soldier Boy will be conducting your final interview. You shouldn’t be shocked at what it involves.
Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. I wanted to reflect the goofy ass superhero names that older supes had, so you’re Galaxy Girl. This takes place in the late 70s. Inspired by the Jessie Ware song. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo or ED content.
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Casting couch situation. Sexually explicit content that involves coercion, power imbalance, some spanking, mentions of masturbation and oral sex. Drug and alcohol use by both characters. Reader is a horny dumbass. Do not interact if you’re under 18.
The scrap of paper that sat on your vanity had a hastily scribbled address and time that you’d practically memorized since you got the call from Vought International. You recognized the address right away, one of the nightclubs in the city that was favored by supes. As one of Vought’s affiliate superheroes, you’d been there a few times for events they held, whether to schmooze with their investors or party with other supes. It was, however, an odd place to hold an interview to join a superhero team.
Your competition was fierce, though. The last coveted spot in Payback had Vought executives in a deadlock as to whether you or Crimson Countess would be the best addition to the team. Countess was a powerful supe who you respected, unlike some of the other self-important clowns who ran around making a mess of Manhattan. Not to mention, the both of you had overwhelmingly positive approval ratings across most demographics. Unfortunately, you heard through the grapevine that fucking Swatto had already gotten a spot on Payback, and suddenly your slight edge of being able to fly was no more.
As you applied your signature makeup in the mirror of your vanity, you tried hyping yourself before the night that would make or break your career. You were Galaxy Girl, for fuck’s sake. Your powers allowed you to harness the sun and moon’s energy to create and control meteor showers. Sure, sometimes your aim would be a little off, and you’d accidentally rain flaming rocks into a person’s car or take out a backyard every now and then, but it was for the greater good.
Glancing at the worn photo of Soldier Boy taped to your mirror, one you’d cut out of a magazine when you were a kid, you felt a wave of anxiety crashing over you despite your best efforts. After looking up to him for years and getting into the hero business because of him, you weren’t sure if you could handle the rejection from him, no matter how much he might sugar coat it if he went with Countess instead of you.
Not being chosen to join Payback wouldn’t mean the immediate end of your career, but it’d flatline into obscurity inevitably. You’d heard the argument that supes were mostly in the hero game for the attention, and you couldn’t disagree as far as you were personally concerned. You sure as hell didn’t hate the fanfare and special treatment you got.
At a quarter to eight, you made your way out to the balcony of your apartment, taking off from there and flying in the direction of the club. Flying calmed your nerves the way going on long walks helped most people clear their heads. It was freeing and refreshing, and in a city like New York, you could fly at all hours of the night and see everything clear as day.
When you landed in front of the club, the crowd of people surrounding the bouncer parted momentarily, only to crowd you in a frenzy of people asking for your autograph. You obliged as best as you could before being pulled inside, nearly stumbling directly into the host. He was saying something to you as he led you to the tables that surrounded the dancefloor, but you could hardly hear over how loudly the DJ was playing Donna Summer. He stopped abruptly in his tracks, shouting that he was going to let Soldier Boy know you’d arrived.
You chewed on your lip as your gaze followed the host to the large booth that faced the raging dancefloor. There he was, in all of his glory, Soldier Boy. On paper, he was almost sixty years old, having been in his twenties during World War II. Being a supe had certainly done him well, because he didn’t look a day over forty.
For a moment, you felt like your legs were going to give out from under you when he looked in your direction, the slightest smirk on his face. After what felt like an eternity, the host returned to usher you over to Soldier Boy's table. You were reminded how slow and inconvenient walking was, wishing you could just fly over to him instead of snaking through the crowd of people.
Soldier Boy smiled when you stood in front of him. “Galaxy Girl, right on time.”
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, Soldier Boy–sir,” you said, quickly adding, “You can call me GG, by the way. If you want to, of course.”
“No, I like GG. It’s sexy,” he said, and you felt yourself smile despite yourself. “Take a seat.”
You nodded, sitting down next to him in the booth, but leaving a bit of space between you. Seeing the glass next to him calmed your nerves, and you knew after a drink you’d loosen up a bit. Sitting next to your hero, the prospect of working on his team sent a rush through you. Before you could say anything else, he shocked you with a compliment.
“You know, I saw that meteor shower you did for Vought’s investor gala last summer, pretty impressive,” he said.
“Thank you so much,” you said, trying to keep yourself from smiling too wide. “That’s so ceremonial, though. With my powers, I can—“
“I know what you can do, sweetheart. That’s why you’re here.”
“Right.”
“C’mere, why don’t we relax a little bit, get to know each other?” he said. “What’re you having?”
Almost as soon as he lifted his hand, a waiter practically materialized at the end of the table, pen and paper in hand to take down your drink order. Soldier Boy leaned over, effectively eliminating any space between the two of you. His body heat practically radiated onto you, and you caught the scent of a typical, masculine cologne and what you could’ve sworn was cinnamon.
The one drink was enough to lower your inhibitions and allow him to practically pull you onto his lap, his strong arms around your waist as his fingers brushed up and down the thin spandex material of your purple, iridescent costume. In all honesty, it felt less like an interview and more like a first date. He’d lean in close to talk to you, the club’s loud music a good excuse, though you tried not to stare at the face you’d only seen in movies, posters, and your own dreams.
He’d been in the middle of ordering more drinks when you heard your own, altered voice booming through the club. Galaxy Girl Groove, a disco single that Vought ordered to boost your youthful appeal. You didn’t do very much of your own singing on it, but that didn’t seem to matter to the DJs that had it spinning on their turntables from New York to Europe. It was something you were proud of in any other situation, but sitting next to your idol, it just felt corny.
Flying through the galaxy
All this love for you and me
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
“Oh my god, I swear I didn’t plan this.”
He shook his head, to your relief. “No, this is a good song. You looked great when you sang it on Solid Gold, but damn, color TV doesn’t do your ass justice.”
“I—thank you,” you gasped, feeling him grope your ass through the thin layer of elastic fabric.
Your head was spinning from the confidence boost. Walking into the club earlier that night, you never expected your long-time supe crush to find you attractive, let alone hot. He, on the other hand, knew he was attractive, from the way he carried himself and acted around you. The conversation shifted by drink three, when you decided to call it as far as anything remotely alcoholic went.
“What got you into the supe business?” he asked.
You hid your face in your hands, giggling at his question. “I’m going to sound like such a kiss ass if I say it.”
“Now I gotta hear it.”
“You did—Don’t look at me like that, it’s true! Oh my god I drove my parents crazy talking about you when I was growing up. Your D-Day speech from ‘The Soldier Boy Story’ was my senior yearbook quote.”
He licked his lips, “Yeah? Was I the first guy you got yourself off to?”
“Sorry?”
“C’mon, you don’t get voted America’s sexiest supe two decades running without being finger-banging material. So what was it? Poster on the ceiling? Magazine under the pillowcase?”
“Poster on the ceiling,” you answered quietly, the lightness you’d felt in his presence suddenly feeling oppressively dark as he nearly gave you whiplash at how quickly he shifted the tone of the conversation.
“Which one?”
“You’re standing on a tank, and the tank gun is sticking out between your legs—“
“That one’s a classic. You’ve got great taste, GG.”
“I’m sorry, what does this have to do with Payback?”
“Everything. I mean, it’s my team. Wouldn’t wanna work with someone who doesn’t like me,” he said, as if asking a prospective hire about their masturbatory history was normal. “I need people on my team who respect me and know how to take orders. No second guessing when the going gets tough.”
His intense gaze made you feel six inches tall, looking up at the looming symbol of American heroism. You may as well have been standing at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial, trying to scale your way up Honest Abe with your bare hands. The implication of his words weren’t what caused your sudden feelings of discomfort, but rather frustration at your own naivete for going into this so-called interview without considering this would happen. Stars were born under pressure, you knew as much from your powers, but figuratively, it’s how things worked in Hollywood too. Thinking Vought would be an exception to the rule was laughably short-sighted.
Even if you didn’t get into Payback, you’d already admitted your long-standing infatuation to his face. You’d fantasized about him, imagined he’d be every bit of the all-American dream man, and the place in your heart that was still filled with mushy nostalgia for the world’s first superhero hardened to stone before you could blink. Turning him down would be weak posturing at best and surely get you on Vought’s shit list at worst. You did want to fuck him, but you would’ve preferred different circumstances.
“I’m a team player. I’ll do whatever it takes,” you said.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere a little more private, then?”
“Lead the way.”
Though you slid off of his lap, he kept his arm around your waist as the two of you got out of the booth. He led you back through the club, past the dancefloor and the maze of occupied tables that broke into whispers at the sight of the two of you together. The realization hit you, he wanted them to see you leaving with him, purposely took the long way to the elevator that was guarded by a bouncer, who immediately moved out of the way for Soldier Boy.
The elevator ride was short yet tense. You were locked in on his profile while he looked straight ahead, his only acknowledgement of your presence the gentle squeeze of your hip. The elevator doors opened far too soon but not soon enough, and you walked with him down the dimly lit hallway. He stopped in front of the door, pulling a key from his pocket and unlocked it. You didn’t even know this club had private suites, but then again, you weren’t important enough to have one.
The suite had a sophisticated sleaze that only money could buy, from the generous animal prints to the abundant reflective surfaces in the room. The bed on the far side of the room was bigger than any other you’d seen in your life, and you began to wonder how the hell it even fit through the door in the first place until you heard a loud sniff come from behind you.
Turning around, you saw Soldier Boy wiping his nose, two lines of coke left on the coffee table that he sat in front of. He wasn’t the first person you’d ever met who took drugs, hell, you did too, but he was the one with his face plastered on anti-drug PSAs.
“You want any? It’ll calm your nerves,” he offered.
“I’m not nervous,” you said.
He hummed in response. “No?”
You shook your head, though you knew he could see right through you. He stood up, staring you down for a moment before making his way over to you. Your confidence waned with each step he took, an amused expression on his face as your facade crumbled until you let out a shaky breath when his lips were hardly an inch from yours.
He kissed you, full of the aggression and experience you’d always imagined him having. His full lips were soft against yours. Even then, your fantasies paled in comparison to the feeling of his tongue in your mouth as you let him take you as he wanted. You liked that he was so cocky and sure of himself, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that you played right into his hands.
Though he moved to pull away, you weren’t about to let the kiss end just yet, gently nipping at his bottom lip. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he obliged your unspoken desire.
“Why don’t you take this off for me,” he ordered softly, tugging at your costume.
He made himself comfortable on the edge of the large bed. Even if he wanted some kind of strip tease, you weren’t sure if you could manage something like that gracefully with how your costume hugged your body. It made you look and feel incredible, but it was a pain to take off. Fuck it. If the way you undressed was a dealbreaker for him, you could live.
To your relief, the opposite seemed true. He palmed his crotch through his own costume as you shimmied out of yours, shedding your platform boots and gloves. Keeping his earlier comment about your ass in mind, you turned around when you pulled off your spandex leggings, making a show of bending over.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned under his breath.
You turned around to unzip your top, the last of your costume that you were still wearing, letting it fall to the ground. You, on the other hand, floated a few inches above your discarded costume, pride pumping through your veins as Soldier Boy stared in awe.
Flying the short distance across the room, you landed in front of him, your feet barely touching the ground before he grabbed you. You’d nearly forgotten how strong he was, but he almost knocked the wind out of you with how he pulled you onto the bed with him, pinning you to the silk sheets.
He kissed you again, though you moaned into his mouth as he rutted his clothed cock against your bare pussy, the rough material brushing against your clit. You dug your nails into his shoulders, lifting your hips to get more of the burning friction that felt good despite the discomfort. You couldn’t believe you’d been so unimaginative in your fantasies of him, all so soft and serene, as if you were afraid to truly confront the wanton desire you had for him.
He let out what you could only describe as a growl before he flipped you over, landing a harsh smack to your ass. “All fours, sweetheart.”
As soon as you pushed yourself onto your hands and knees, he rutted his clothed cock against your ass, his fingers playing with your clit. Digging your fingers into the sheets, you pressed yourself closer to him. Who cared if he thought you were desperate? You were desperate after fantasizing about him for so long. There was no guarantee it’d happen again, anyway.
He slapped each of your ass cheeks, tears pricking the corners of your eyes at the force he used. Your skin stung, and you let out a shaky breath when you heard him unzipping his fly. It wasn’t taking him that long to undress, but you were antsy and curious, turning your head to sneak a glimpse of him naked. Your breath hitched at the size of his cock. His bravado sure as hell wasn’t compensating for anything.
He spanked you again, harder than before. “Did I say you could look?”
“No.”
You dug your teeth into your lower lip when he slapped you again.
“No, what?”
“No, sir,” you whimpered, turning to face the headboard again.
“That’s better.”
A moment later, he slipped his hand between your legs, his fingers feeling how wet you’d become at his manhandling your body.
“Fuck, you’re soaked. You like it rough, huh?” he asked, his voice teasing as he rubbed circles on your clit.
“Yes, sir.”
His cock pushed between your folds, slowly filling you before he began to thrust, nearly knocking you flat on your face. His pace was rough and relentless. He clearly had no intention of going easy on you, landing smacks to your ass as he pounded into you. The pain was intense, raw and unfamiliar, but you wanted more, even if it meant you wouldn’t be able to sit for the next few days.
The sound filling the space was nothing short of obscene between the slapping of skin and your pained moans. Throwing your head back, you could barely make out with your blurred vision the distorted reflection of you and Soldier Boy from the mirror on the ceiling. You clenched around him at the thought of how primal and exploitative it was, his cock claiming your pussy just so you’d have a chance at a spot on his team. You moaned, unabashedly turned on by the fucked up situation.
“You close, baby? You gonna cum for me?”
“I—fuck—yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he growled.
With another thrust that made you feel like your arms were going to give out from under you, you came, tears clouding your vision as all you could feel was pleasure and his hot cum pumping inside you. You’d grabbed the sheets beneath you, squeezing them in your fists as you rode out your orgasm. A tingling sensation in your fingertips was followed by a slight burning smell. Fuck. You burned through his sheets.
As soon as he pulled out, you collapsed onto your back, a hand on your chest as you tried to catch your breath. The bed shifted as he moved to sit next to you, his tongue darting out from between his lips.
“I was just gonna have you suck my cock, but I’ve only had better fucks at Herogasm.”
“Yeah?” you asked, a teasing smile on your face.
He kissed you again, his strong hands squeezing your thighs. “How about you? Nothing like the real thing, huh?”
You could only manage a breathless ‘yes’ in response as you sat up, which was good enough for him. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a joint and a lighter. This time, you accepted his offer when he held out the joint to you. Though, instead of handing it over, he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing his hand to your lips. The action felt oddly intimate as you inhaled.
You closed your eyes for a few seconds before looking at him again. “Well, now I’m gonna fail a drug test if I get the job.”
He snickered as he toked, coughing a bit. “If Vought drug tested supes, they would’ve dropped my ass years ago.”
“Sorry about the sheets, by the way,” you said.
“The what—“ He looked over, seeing the holes scorched in the sheets you’d been clinging to. “Shit, that’s actually kinda hot.”
After a few silent moments, you spoke again. “When will I know? If I got the spot in Payback, I mean.”
He shrugged noncommittally. “You’ll get a call in a few days.”
A few days. At least you had some idea of when you’d hear back. Reluctantly, you got up from the comfortable bed, feeling a bit of a chill from the absence of his body heat. You got dressed, glancing at yourself in a mirror on the wall. Your lipstick was smeared, mascara smudged, and the glitter on your cheeks had spread all over your face. At least you wouldn’t have to do any kind of walk of shame out of the place.
“Mind if I leave from here?” you asked, pointing to the window.
He grinned. “Go for it.”
“Have a good night, Soldier Boy.”
“You too, GG.”
Opening the window, you pushed off from the ledge and into the air, soaring above the traffic below. Some of the people standing around and walking down the street recognized you, pointing you out to those around them. Hiding in a place like New York was almost impossible for a supe, and you never bothered with a secret identity like some of your peers did. Besides, you wanted to be recognized, for the city to know who Galaxy Girl was, so you indulged the onlookers with waves and a big smile as you flew by.
As soon as you landed on your apartment’s balcony, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions. There was a little bit of disappointment in being that desperate for a spot on Payback, but mostly, you felt excited disbelief. Despite the circumstances, you and Soldier Boy fucked, something you’d admitted to his face that you spent years resigning to the confines of your most intimate fantasies. Even if you didn’t get chosen for the team, you could live with coming out of the whole thing with nothing more than knowing he was a good lay.
The next few days passed with an anticipation that turned your stomach sour. You stopped a few crimes, did a publicity appearance at a new club, and hoped to god you wouldn’t run into Crimson Countess at some point. You had no idea if her interview went similarly to yours, though you could only assume it did. That didn’t bother you, but you didn’t want her to potentially end up being the bearer of bad news.
Every time you left your apartment, you worried that the phone would ring while you were gone, and you’d miss the most important call of your career. Just after you woke up one morning, the phone rang, and as you’d done since you left the club that night, you rushed into the kitchen to answer it.
“Hello, is this Galaxy Girl?”
“Speaking.”
“I’m calling on behalf of Vought International. A decision has been made on the last position in Payback, and the board would like to extend a formal offer to you as the newest member of—“
The phone fell from your hand, knocking against the wall as it swung back and forth on the chord. You could hardly process the confused, muffled voice on the other end of the line asking if you were still there. The next hour went by in a blur, as you got yourself together and flew over to Vought Tower.
You walked into the conference room to find that the only available seat was next to Soldier Boy, who was sitting among the Vought executives. The board members gave you their congratulations, a lawyer explained what you needed to sign and where, and a photographer started snapping pictures almost as soon as you picked up the pen.
“Look alive, Galaxy Girl! C’mon, you’re making history here!” the photographer exclaimed.
“Don’t overthink it, GG. You more than earned this,” Soldier Boy said with a charming smile. He gave your knee a friendly pat before resting his hand on it, slowly bringing his hand up to your thigh and squeezing.
You managed to give him the most genuine smile you could muster up in return. He was right, after all. You had earned it that night, gave that final push to make yourself stand out, and you hadn’t hated it either. With a deep breath, you signed your life away to join Payback, just like you wanted.
Hello! It's me, that slightly unhinged commenter from AO3, here with a fully unhinged comment on Tumblr (as the prophecies foretold lol)
Side note before we begin: I woke up in such a foul mood today, but reading this fic has CURED ME and restored my peace with the world. So thank you for that lol 🩷 Now let's dive into it.
Holy hell I want Galaxy Girl's superpowers so bad 😍 Controlling meteor showers?! That's so awesome, even if it does end up destroying a few roofs now and again... But of COURSE Vought would end up using it for investor galas and showing off, smh 😂
I really appreciate that you leaned into that style of "goofy" older supe names too - Galaxy Girl feels very "Walt Disney World Tomorrowland" to me, which imo fits right in with the vibes of this era!
And once again, I am reaching through my computer screen to strangle this man 😆 Truly he is infuriating. Getting all cuddly and handsy and complimenting reader's ass. What a brute! (I am in love with him and you write him so well) I loved how you could just feel reader's inhibitions falling away as they were drinking; telling Soldier Boy that he was the reason she got into the business was probably the final straw in sealing her fate, as if he hadn't already planned everything from the start lol 🤭
"Your D-Day speech from ‘The Soldier Boy Story’ was my senior yearbook quote.”
^Live footage of reader dooming herself, but also this is kind of adorable? Like, using a yearbook quote from the celebrity you have a highly questionable crush on is such a universal teenage girl experience 😂 I relate to reader so hard. That would be me too, bestie.
I was SQUIRMING through that whole conversation about the poster on her ceiling. I would be sinking into the floor with embarrassment!! I LOVE an uncomfortable conversation - give me the drama!!!
“I’m sorry, what does this have to do with Payback?”
“Everything. I mean, it’s my team. Wouldn’t wanna work with someone who doesn’t like me.”
Oh what an asshole 😆😆 Perfection. That's all I have to say 💕
You may as well have been standing at the foot of the Lincoln Memorial, trying to scale your way up Honest Abe with your bare hands.
Okay I swear I am going to stop quoting every other line (probably a lie). But this line really made me laugh - such a funny visual!
And of course Soldier Boy has a mirror on the ceiling of his private sex suite above the fancy nightclub. I wouldn't expect anything less of him tbh 😂 Also!! Him being into her burning a hole through his sheets! Aaah!!! Yessss 😍🩷
But also also - ALL THAT BULLSHIT AND WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR A CALLBACK?! 😆 How dare he, honestly. I am losing my mindddd~ I blame reader and her decision making skills, though I can't say I would have done a single thing differently lmao
Even if you didn’t get chosen for the team, you could live with coming out of the whole thing with nothing more than knowing he was a good lay.
Reader, my girl, you are so real for this 😭😂 I love this reader character so much; she's a little bit of a ditz, but I mean, aren't we all when it comes to this man? (no? just me? okay... 😂)
And I was so excited when she got the job! But also nervous! It's like watching someone get thrown into a tank full of sharks, and meanwhile there's Soldier Boy fuckin' winking and smirking about it lmao. The plots you write are always so good at making me feel all conflicted. It's like YES! but nooo! but I can't look away!
Wishing Galaxy Girl all the best, but knowing in my heart that she is in SO DEEP for realsies lol. That last line crushed me!!
Thank you as always for writing 🩷 I'm sure I'll be back with more unhinged comments in the future, so my apologies in advance for the rambling 😂
I was like kicking my feet and giggling reading this! You like annotated this fic, I'm so flattered! I definitely need to explore the Galaxy Girl concept more because I was leaning into like the campier elements of superheros which The Boys tends to poke fun at and is just fun to write! Plus she's lowkey desperate and maybe a little pathetic which is a dangerous combination with Soldier Boy🤭
Also I need to write more for Soldier Boy in general, I'm always thinking about that smarmy asshole🖤
Battie I’m hooked on a series so good. I think you would love it it’s called Widow’s Bay.
It’s so good. I was in desperately need of a good horror series and now I finally found it.
Hi Lucy! I've heard such good things about Widow's Bay! I definitely need to check it out, from what I've seen, it kinda has Midnight Mass vibes? Maybe because Hamish Linklater's in it (Also I've seen clips with Chris Fleming in some scenes? Amazing choice, Chris brings the best chaos to any project!)
But I've really been needing a horror series to watch, so maybe while I'm on vacation next week and have extra time, I'll start on it and let you know what I think!
Hi Battie! I wanted to ask for the WIP thing if you would be willing to give a bit of insight into your WIPs Non Compos Mentis, State of Grace, or Career Opportunities? ❤️❤️
Hi Matea! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your ask🖤
I've just answered for non compos mentis, but I can give more info on State of Grace!
Basically, it's the follow up to The Road To Hell that I've slowly but surely been working on since I want to dig into Grace and Titus's marriage more, especially with what I already set up in the AU! There will definitely still be the Angela Carter, Bluebeard/Bloody Chamber vibe to it, but a little more of Grace coming into her own as she navigates the relationship and tries to make the best of it.
ok dealer's choice but tell me about non compos mentis and/or starfucker !!!! i love latin and also nine inch nails
Hi Aleks! I know you sent this a few weeks ago and I'm just now getting to it🫠
I'll answer for non compos mentis since I've answered for Starfucker already.
I started that one back in February after I watched Trap for the first time and then watched it again like 2 more times within that month because it was such a fun experience!
It's a lawyer!Reader x Cooper Abbott fic that I wrote like 5k words for and then was like "I don't think this is good," so I stopped working on it for a while. Then I read it over again recently and was like "What was I on, this is good?" so it might have been a case of I was just looking at it for too long and needed a break! I'd like to finish it soon, we'll see😅
Anyway, non compos mentis is the like legal term for pleading not guilty by reason of insanity (obviously I'm doing what I can as far as research goes but I'm taking a lot of liberties)
