Tumgik
#faze rug
just-my-type-x · 1 year
Text
Brian calling Sam and Colby the number one ghost hunters on YouTube makes my heart happy ♥️
17 notes · View notes
wehatepaparazzi · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
WHALEY HOUSE
13 notes · View notes
faze-bretta · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
6 notes · View notes
wacowac0 · 2 years
Text
What the dog doin😂😂
2 notes · View notes
ultimatedreamer104 · 26 days
Text
I just met faze rug at the Walmart by my Grama’s house-
1 note · View note
aaronvmnews · 5 months
Text
@FaZeRug is reportedly going to bring back his @AGUPodcast THIS YEAR!!!!!
Thoughts⁉️⁉️⁉️
————————————————————————————————
Spanish: ¡¡¡Se informa que @FaZeRug traerá de vuelta su @AGUPodcast ESTE AÑO!!!!!
Pensamientos⁉️⁉️⁉️
————————————————————————————————
Portuguese: @FaZeRug vai trazer de volta seu @AGUPodcast ESTE ANO !!!!!
Pensamentos⁉️⁉️⁉️
0 notes
knowledgebaseng · 2 years
Text
FaZe Rug Biography: Net Worth, Real Name, Merch, Age.
FaZe Rug Biography: Net Worth, Real Name, Merch, Age.
Faze Rug is a popular YouTuber and vlogger from San Diego, California. Brian Rafat Awadis (born November 19, 1996), better known as FaZe Rug, is a well-known YouTube Vlogger who vlogs his daily life and uploads it to his channel. He spent time on YouTube as a gamer, publishing gaming videos. He has been a member of the FaZe Clan since he was a toddler, and he rose to prominence through the…
Tumblr media
View On WordPress
1 note · View note
britsika · 2 years
Text
AMAZON CARDING And AMAZN METHOD 2022 FREE ORDERS
Make money online Fast monet Becom millionair
1 note · View note
samandcolbypost · 5 days
Text
Colby grabbing 2 lunchables & cheese-itz
Sam grabbing sour patch kids
Sam and Colby both hating Mike and Ikes.
Like same.
5 notes · View notes
mlgcigselfies · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
dual monitor krunker set up in the computer lab yessir
0 notes
pinerbrew · 2 years
Text
Faze rugs cameraman
Tumblr media
Lexi Hensler’s marital status is unmarried. Kaelyn Wilkins is an American actress and Internet personality. Molly Eskam is currently dating Brian Awadis aka FaZe Rug a famous YouTuber. Brian Rafat Awadis was born on November 19, 1996, in San Diego, California to immigrant Chaldean Catholic parents from Iraq. YouTube star Brandon Awadis, aka Brawadis, has teased a ‘new girlfriend’ called Vanessa Lyon – who is she and what’s her Instagram handle? For the last few weeks, Brawadis has teased his followers about his personal life since many want to know if he has been lucky to find love again. She is 19 years old young, beautiful woman. Kaelyn was born on 23 July, 2000 in Colorado, USA. It’s been a mutual decision for a while now, just wanted to give it time to see if our feelings came back before making it public. I have so much love for her and she’s a real one. … The pair have become hugely loved by their fanbase, frequently making videos together and even collaborating on pranks. YouTuber FaZe Rug and Kaelyn have revealed in an emotional video that they’ve broken up, and this time it’s not a prank. Are FaZe Rug and Kaelyn still dating?įaZe Rug reveals why he and girlfriend Kaelyn broke up after five years. Like many other influencer couples, FaZe Rug and Kaelyn have used clickbait titles to draw viewers in. His individual YouTube page now boasts more than 19 million subscribers, and his videos have often featured his girlfriend, Kaelyn Wilkins. 33 Who is Jackie birthday? Who is FaZe rugs girlfriend?
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
tonkirecords · 2 years
Text
Faze rugs cameraman
Tumblr media
#Faze rugs cameraman professional#
Yes, he has a brother named Brandon Awadis. It’s been identified that Noah is 24 years of age. Papa Rug is from Iraq and is the father of Faze Rug. His parents Ron and Sana Awadis came to the US from Iraq years ago. His videos have often featured his girlfriend who is Kaelyn Wilkins.
#Faze rugs cameraman professional#
He has become one of the famous YouTubers from San Diego.įaze Rug is a YouTuber, a professional gamer as well as a Television producer. He dropped out of college and began making and uploading videos to YouTube.Ĭurrently in 2022, Faze has a net worth of $4 million. He considered devoting all of his time to the development of more videos in order to make a lot of money at some point in his life. He realized at that point that the videos could help him generate a lot of money. While in his first year of college, Faze Rug noticed that the prank videos he’d put on YouTube had begun to receive a large number of views. He also acquired a strong desire to film his activities with his companions on tape. He used to enjoy pulling pranks on people when he was a kid.Īt a younger age, he was likewise mischievous and naughty. As a result, he decided that video gaming was the greatest option for him. Since he was unable to join his high school’s basketball team, Faze Rug became engrossed in and hooked to computer games as a child. His parents are Iraqi natives who recently relocated to the United States. Faze Rug, actual name Brian Awadis, was born on November 19th, 1996 in San Diego, California, United States of America.
Tumblr media
0 notes
wehatepaparazzi · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
david & brian
2 notes · View notes
faze-bretta · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
madamesinsalot · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
What if...
Sun had the virus and completely embraces it and the effects it causes for the sole purpose to win you as his no matter the cost? The kicker? No one but a close coworker is aware of this.
I made a short snippet of the event taking place if you wanna read a little. Please enjoy!
You have an older relative, an uncle, who’s known to be working at the Mega Pizzaplex for years as a janitor. He hears that you just applied and got accepted to work at the same place as him. Though he gives congratulations, he also decisively advises you to be wary of the establishment, and promises to look after you. Confused, you take his words with little regard and start working soon after.
Having gained some experience as time passes, you end up visiting the Daycare more frequently, something your uncle immediately notices. To his fear, you’ve gained an amicable attachment to the Attendant. At times, the animatronic seems innocent without worry. Then there was it’s counterpart which watches over the children they’re putting to sleep making you gradually endear to them. What your uncle has come to realize long since working there, were the bot’s drastic secrets of murder and violent outbursts. Particularly Sun’s.
While it’s well known amongst the employees of the Pizza Plex that many strange things happen under the company and most troubling incidents get swept under the rug shortly after they happen, there was little to no similar situations reported about the Daycare Attendant. Having been in the right place at the worst time due to his occupation, Your uncle encountered the automation’s unspeakable acts many times despite his previous motivations, complaints, and numerous reports to shut it down. Though he survives their encounters by miraculous odds, he’s had a grudge with that bot ever since and vise versa. Sun and Moon normally never take too kindly to strangers they meet outside of their territory, hence why most of their victims end up in unfortunate situations before the bot quickly covers their tracks. Way before your Uncle can obtain proper evidence.
Which is why it greatly concerned the anxious man when you continued speaking with the DA unscathed after all this time you’ve been working there. He ends up eavesdropping nearby your department for your safety and quickly discovers the animatronic’s true intentions with you. They were completely obsessed with you at an unhinged, volatile state. They secretively push other people out of their way with smooth unseen tactics if the individuals in question hurt their chances at gaining your favor, your attention, and your presence. This knowledge leads your uncle to immediately push you to quit your job with little luck and major offense on your part. This divide quickly causes you to seek comfort from a supportive Sun and Moon that slowly makes you end up falling for them as more time passes, the robotic pair quickly realizes this and act fast to claim your affections the coming week.
Cautious and remorseful, Your uncle eventually comes by at the front doors of the daycare to apologize for his abrupt actions until he stops dead in his tracks at the sight before him. You were in the Sun animatronic’s embrace half-blinded and prepared to give yourself to the smug looking character. Sun appeared cocky and unsurprised at your relative’s arrival. You seemed distracted and fazed by the jester’s attempt at reciprocation. and your uncle, for the first time since working there, noticed the insidious purple in the bot’s eyes, the scattered remnants of dried blood coating the yellow hands “lovingly” caressing your face, and felt pure, unadulterated fear for the future of what’s to come.
~~~~~~~~~
Let me know how I did! I wanna write a fanfic about Sun and Moon someday and need criticism. Love y’all! 😘
599 notes · View notes
t-tomuras · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
Pairing: Khal Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader
Wordcount: 1.7k
Warnings: slight praise ( use of good girl ), slight impact play, hair pulling, reader has long-ish hair but type is non-descript, noncon -> dubcon, mentions of murder (unnamed characters), threats, creampie
Notes: Game of Thrones au-esque. Just a polished draft purge, very loose on the game of thrones like such basic knowledge.
Tumblr media
You weren’t afraid of him, even as you’re dressed in sheer fabrics of pristine white instead of the tattered clothing you’d been found in, covered in the blood of your enemies as you’d felled them all in a circle of carnage around you. Adorned in delicate gold chains instead of protective iron but your hair is still done in its signature braid, even if it’s intricately decorated now as well. 
The women who dressed and preened you advised otherwise, that the braid meant something different to the Dothraki; as if you didn’t understand that well. You wore your braid because you were a warrior yourself, undefeated. A woman that would sooner rip a man’s throat out with her teeth than submit for her life. Even delicate creatures become violent when backed into a corner. 
And the Khal would not be receiving some broodmare, whether he believed so or otherwise. You were someone to be earned, not that you figured the commander of a horde that burned down your village and captured you would be able to. 
He likes you though, obviously enough, sees the fire in your eyes accompanied by the thinly veiled sneer and barely there crease in your brow as you fight the furrow. You spit at the smug smirk he gives following his nod when he turns to the bloodriders on his heels, chuckling even as he dismisses them and advances on you. 
You were offered as a spoil, lessened to that of some prize to a conqueror; a man with grandiose dreams, believed to be the stallion that mounts the world but so far he’s only interested in mounting you. He was no better than any other man you’d ever met, built the same as the few you’d allowed to warm your bed.
He circles you now like you’re prey he’s cornered, smirking when the vile scowl on your features never wavers. Following his movements with your eyes and only turning your head when he moves behind you before his broad palm wraps around your upper arm.  
Katsuki only manages one sharp tug, making you stumble for only a moment as you growl. Infuriated by the mocking bark of laughter he emits, delighting in your fury. But, when he looks at you again you push all of the saliva to pool at the tip of your tongue before forcing it forward, letting the glob land on his cheek and further ruin the smeared ceremonial paint. 
You’re ready for a fight, for the seemingly assured retaliation to the insult but still the smirk on his face only splits into a broad grin before he erupts into a hearty laugh. You’re audacious, spirited to say the least and if he didn’t fully believe you’d single-handedly taken down a few of his riders before he could certainly see it now. 
And it makes his cock swell, throb needily as it tents the loose fabric of Katsuki’s pants before he’s wrenching you towards his tent at the center of their camp. Your struggling is no issue, easy for him to drag your feet in the loose sand and gravel as you try to dig them in for purchase but it only prolongs the inevitable. 
He shoves you unceremoniously to the small gathering of pelts and pillows amassed to form a makeshift bed the moment you’re both passed the privacy flap of fabric. 
“I like them when they fight,” rugged Dothraki dialect growled into your ear, bunching the fragile material you’d been presented in while you writhe, some of the stitchings popping and tearing from the force of both movements. Kicking out, the heel of your foot manages to make contact with his crotch, but he’s hardly fazed save for a sudden exhale and growing snarl. 
A snarl that becomes manic when he takes hold of your forearm and twists it behind your back, effectively pinning you. Quelling the fight easily though you still squirm, infuriating you with his taunt as he exposes your cunt to his hungry gaze, “keep wiggling yer ass.”
You thrash uselessly, sliding on the furs until you’re flat on your stomach but Katsuki rectifies the position easily. Pulling your hip back up with one arm before returning to push down his bottoms, heavy cock springing free and bobbing with the weight of it. Prodding toyingly at your backside, beading precum smearing against the underside of your asscheek followed by your inner thigh before he aligns himself with your slit. 
“Good girl,” he groans appreciatively in the common tongue when you clench your legs tightly, giving him a decent squeeze as he ruts along your folds. Cursing your body for its response, sighing exasperatedly as sticky sounds begin to grow in volume, “knew you’d like it rough.” 
All you can do is grit your teeth, hiding your face as he coats himself just enough before feeling him nudge at your entrance. One, two testing prods before Katsuki stretches you gradually, but only for the thick tip. Sinking in impatiently the moment he really gets a feel of your divine heat and you’re thankful the cocky brute can’t see the slight roll to your eyes or curl of your toes at the feel of him. 
You opt to just grit and bear it, turning your head in your folded arm to glare at him from the corner of your eye. Katsuki catches your gaze instantly, smirk growing as he sets his pace. Pelvis slapping against your backside with each thrust and you turn to face forward after he releases your arm. Bringing it forward to let it rest and the throbbing pain from being held firmly behind you to ebb but you’re only given a minute of reprieve. 
It seems the great Khal isn’t interested in letting you just lie there until he is done. What was the fun in that? None to be had if he didn’t pull sweet sounds from you, noises he doesn’t intend to let you bite back in the slightest. You can hide from him but you can’t hide the way your walls flutter around his girth with each plunge, buried to the hilt each time in a way that had you biting your tongue to inhibit a moan. 
With a toothy grin and quirked brow, Katsuki leans forward, cockhead nudging at a sensitive patch as he nestled deeply with the movement. His hand pushes your thick braid to the side, over your shoulder so his chest is mostly flush to your back. Humid puffs of breath fanning over the shell of your ear and back of your neck distracting you from how he toys with the length of your woven hair. Stroking it carefully before twirling it to wrap around his palm once but you only register his, “don’t hide from me,” as if you were his willing lover and bride. 
“Repulsive pig,” you bite in his native tongue, imbuing as much animosity in your tone as you can despite the pleasure that builds in you.  
Katsuki leans back up, spine straight with that same insufferable smirk on his face, gaze never faltering under your glare before his features morph. The lazy look to him bleeds into something manic, like he’d just found his enemies weakness in the battlefield and perhaps that was true with what he does next. 
He moves his arm quickly, the winding of your braid wrapped twice around his fist as he pulls and forces your body upward. Arching as you’re forced into a new position and a throaty moan rips from your lips unbidden with how you feel him now. Cunt hugging his cock and squeezing as he holds you like this for a moment. Barking out a mean spirited laugh before he taunts, “Pretty pussy doesn’t find me so repulsive now does she? Fuck, you like that don’t ya? Course ya do, nothins better than a good fuck after killin a man.” 
Hissing through your pants as he angles his hips so each roll of his hips drives him perfectly into you to send waves of pleasure with each thrust. He pulls harder on your braid, worsening the already near painful arch and forcing your head back when he places a harsh slap to your ass. Lips to your ear as he firmly grasps your hip and pushes you into another of his pointed thrusts, “ain’t that right?” 
Your eyes roll at how well Katsuki fills you, how deep he reaches and perfectly he drags you to the edge of euphoria with each nudge of his fat tip to that patch within you. He’s merciful for only a moment whenever you hiss out a venomous, “yes.” Admitting to the enjoyment you took in stealing some of his men’s lives before ultimately overpowered. 
You fall forward, fisting the fine furs that the Khal now takes you on as the pleasure becomes too much. The coil in your lower belly wound tightly until you’re finally tipped over the edge with the final stroke that proves to be his own undoing as well. Pushing your face into the plush material from the force of his last rut, burying as deeply as he can into you as he paints your velvet walls in thick spurts. His pelvis flush with the curve of your ass before he slowly rocks you through the waves of euphoria, working you both down slowly. Thick digits massaging into your hips in a stark contrast to the rough coupling mere moments prior.
You roll to your back in the cushy pelts of Bakugou’s makeshift bedding after he pulls his softened cock from your abused cunt, panting for breath in your post ecstasy bliss. Head lolling lazily to the side opposite of where Katsuki now lays next to you, taking stock of the rest of his tent while he remains still. He only casts a curious glance in your direction when he sees you shift but lets his heavy lids slip shut. 
“Do you want to know what’s better than a good fuck, my Khal?” You keep your tone even as you turn to face him once again, sitting up as he merely hums in response. 
You’re on him in the next moment, knees digging aggressively into the crooks of his elbows to keep them pinned to the ground as you straddle his chest. Your fingers hold fast to the biting hilt of his versatile arakh, positioning it so the curve of the weapon rests along the slope of his throat with a delicate yet deadly poise. So close that the bob of his adams apple creates a tiny slit in his skin, warm crimson weeping from the wound as you grin down at the mighty man. 
“Freedom.”
243 notes · View notes