#streamer!rafe

rafe cameron used to be somebody.

private school golden boy. lacrosse MVP. trust fund heir.

now he’s a twenty-five-year-old streaming from his dad’s pool house, ranting about "male loneliness" and “the fall of masculinity” while rage-quitting apex matches at 3 a.m.

he calls himself “unfiltered.”

tells his chat he doesn’t care about clout.

says girls like are fake, manipulative, and ruining the internet.

but then he finds your stream.

and he can’t stop watching.

you’re all sparkly overlays and heart filters.

streaming roblox dress-up games in a pink headset.

drinking strawberry milk and squealing when you get first place in dress to impress.

your chat calls you “princess” and “angel” while you build outfits based on cupcakes.

your sweet. a little annoying. soft.

everything rafe says he hates.

and now your in his head.

and on his second monitor.

and in his dreams.

then someone raids you with his clip.

“isn’t this the guy who said you’re the downfall of women?”

you giggle.

“wait… he’s kinda hot?”

and that’s how it starts.

incel!streamer!rafe playing dress to impress with girly!streamer!reader

how girly!streamer!reader reacts to being sexualized?