slater

You and Cato got married pretty early after he returned from the games. You two had been together previously, but decided to wait until after he returned from the games and the tour to be married.

As the two of you transitioned from living separately to living together at the Victors’ Village, Cato quickly realized just how stubborn you were. Obviously you knew you were hardheaded. He had been with you for years. Even when you weren’t dating, you had once been sparring partners at the career academy.

Cato, however, didn’t know it was THIS bad.

When you two first moved in, the place was entirely already furnished. Everything was hand picked by district two’s higher ups, making sure victors were immediately comfortable.

At first you didn’t say anything, you were just glad to have a comfortable bed to sleep in with your husband at night. Then about a week in you squinted your eyes, staring at the room.

“Does that bed look a little off to you?”

You said to Cato one morning after you woke up. He glanced at you confused. He personally didn’t see anything wrong with it.

You persisted. Every day you’d ask Cato if something looked wrong.

“Do you like where that painting is placed?”

“Doesn’t the firewood need to be on the left?”

“I’m just not sure about that bed.”

Eventually, you just gave up soft launching. Clearly— your husband wasn’t getting it.

“Can you rearrange our bedroom?”

You said over breakfast. Cato rolled his eyes, but nodded his head.

“When I come back from my run.”

You didn’t say anything, nodding your head.

Thirty minutes later when Cato returned, immediately he heard a struggled grunting accompanied by a noise that could only be described splintering wood. Cato raised an eyebrow, running up the stairs.

“SHIT!”

“What the hell are you doing Y/N?!”

Your back was to the brown frame, your hair pushed back, and a look of sheer determination on your face.

“I said I wanted the bed moved.”

“And I said I’d get it after my run! You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Cato barreled past you, helping to push the heavy bed towards the back wall you had cleared out. Paintings were strung in the floor, the fireplace you hadn’t used yet had been dusted, your night stand was in the middle of the room.

Eventually, when the room was finally how you wanted it, Cato sat with you in the two arm chairs in the corner of the room. He held your hand— rubbing your knuckles slightly.

“It looks nice.”

You smiled, agreeing. It did! You loved it.

“And Honey,” Cato started while staring at your eyes.

“If I say I’ll do it later… I’ll do it later! Don’t do stuff like that.”

You had always been jealous of the pro-heroes.

An idiotic quirk like yours would have never made it as a hero, even an officer. You had glitter to offer; that was it, glitter was embedded under and into your skin. You were eighteen when you first became a camgirl. You needed money. One late night home alone you were scrolling on Twitter when you came across a link for this “hot new porn website” -rolling your eyes, you clicked on the link.

Now, months later, you had gathered a mass number of fans. You gained traction quickly and within a month had enough money from subscriptions and viewer donations to move out from your mom's house and into your own little apartment. You streamed almost every night—with high demand from your viewers. Despite never showing your face, your viewers loved to watch you. Never once did you make content with other people, only ever doing solo work, and on top of that you had never even had sex with anybody. A virgin pornstar was unheard of; your fans loved it.

Tonight was no different as you grabbed your small, pink vibrator and changed into a simple black lingerie set. It was a quick and easy night—you were tired. After starting the livestream, you waited a few minutes for more viewers to flood in. Slowly dragging your finger up and down on the black panties. Looking down at the laptop screen you saw the normal comments

“So sexy!”

“Mmm delicious. I’d love to play with a little pussy like that.”

“My girl looks so good! Dirty girl giving herself a rub.”

You wanted to cringe; people were so weird but truthfully it was the guys like these who gave good money. When nearly a thousand people were watching you turned your vibrator on to the lowest level and placed it on your panties just above your clit. You slowly grind your hips against it, letting small moans slip from your parted lips.

“You want me to take my panties off? Hm? Tell me how bad you wanna see my pussy.”

Comments flooded in with pathetic men begging you to take off the lace, and once you saw a twenty-dollar donation from a regular donator you slide the lingerie off your plump thighs and laid on them on the comforter next to you. You regrasped the vibrator and set it on the hood of your clit, wiggling it as you turn it on to the next setting. Your thighs quiver and your hips lift off the bed with a gasp following. You can hear donation after donation dinging your laptop, but after turning the vibrator up to three you’ve lost yourself in pleasure, too overwhelmed to see how much was being sent, or who the person sending them in was.

Kaminari had a terrible day. His assistant at the agency he worked for had gotten his paperwork he filled out earlier that day entirely mixed up, he then had to stop a petty shoplifter for trying to run with condoms, leaving both him and the young boy embarrassed, and to top it off on his way home a low level villain tried to attack him. Tough luck. Finally, six hours later than he was supposed to be, he makes it home. When he walks through the door, he makes a cup of instant noodles, and walks through the quiet apartment to feed the stray cat he had recently taken in. After an hour of random this and that he finally sits down at his desk. He tried to play a few rounds on the game he’d been hooked on recently but just couldn’t get himself into it. After a long sigh and a pause—he pressed his hand to his face and scrolled to his favorite porn website.

Kaminari wasn’t picky with his porn by any means, so much so that scrolling through the livestream section he recognized nearly every face, body, or username. It was so boring watching the same people over and over. After minutes of scrolling, he had almost given up until something caught his eye. A pair of glittery legs. Kaminari clicked the thumbnail and his eyes widened and he sat up straight. He would have definitely remembered a body like this. His right hand instinctively went down to palm at his crotch through his work pants he hadn’t even had a chance to change out of. He leaned his head back with a groan when he felt his already erect cock straining against the fabric. All it took was a few strokes outside his pants before he lifted his wide hips up and slid his bottoms off. His cock slapped against his abs at the release, and it was no shorter than a second before he was urgently taking his shirt off. Using his left hand, he turned up the volume on his laptop, making sure he heard every noise coming from you, while his right hand grasped the base of his erection, stroking up and down with a whimper. His tip was a bright, angry red. Watching as you worked the vibrator on yourself his cock throbbed and his heart thumped. God he’d never seen anything so hot. The glitter on your legs was an added touch— a fetish he didn’t even know he had. He was imagining pounding your hole, the noises you’d make if a mere vibrator was evoking these sounds from you.

Kaminari threw his head back, moving his free hand down to cusp his balls, squeezing slightly and jerking his hips upward. Even with his eyes closed—just listening to the noises you were making were enough to make him close to release already. He’d never came this fast. Kaminari released his balls to ensure he didn’t finish, slowing down his strokes and staring at the screen. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. You slid your body down and took off the lingerie top and Kaminari thought he was going to cum without even touching himself. You took one of your nipples between your fingers, pinching it and rolling it around slightly. Your hips jerked, your moans got louder, and within seconds you were squirting.

Kaminari rubbed his thumb over his tip, using his pearls of precum as a lubricant. His hand speeds up—his hip thrusts quickening; his groans louder. After only a minute, thick, white ropes shoot out of his cock, covering his abs and chest in warm cum. He whimpers loudly, throwing his head back as he continues stroking until everything is out of his system. Kaminari catches his breath and picks up a dirty shirt from his floor. He swipes the fabric across his body to clean himself up. Even after he’s came and cleaned himself up, he stares at your body through the screen. He tilts his head and before he can even think properly, he reaches his mouse and clicks the donate button.

You had just finished cumming for a second time, yelping as your leg jolted upwards and your clit throbs with overstimulation. You turned the vibrator off, panting to catch your breath before you ended the stream when a notification caught your attention.

“Chargebolt has donated 1,200 dollars to you!”

You immediately sit up. What?

After giving the quickest goodbye of your life, you ended the livestream and switched over to private chatting. You search up Chargebolt desperately trying to find the person who donated that much to you. After a three-minute-long search, you’re messaging Chargebolt.

“Hey! I’m just messaging to check in. Are you sure you meant to donate that much? I have no issues giving refunds!”

You waited for a response, and in a second you got one.