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jagged1 · 2 years

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What Happened To Us?

Fandom: Outlast Rating: Teen Characters: Jeremy Blaire/Waylon Park Summary: Inspired by the song Sonder by The Wrecks. Jeremy's a fucking bastard. Contains: Pre-Canon, Canon Complaint, Break Up Word Count: ~900 AO3 Link

Jeremy is such a bastard sometimes. It's not a surprise, but Waylon was expecting better of him. They're not kids trying to figure out their way through life anymore. Jeremy's rocketing his way up the corporate ladder and Waylon's establishing his skill as a software engineer.

Jeremy loves the high life and is a hedonist in every way. If he can get ahead in business and boost his standing and freedom to indulge, he will. He's so fucking smart about it too. He keeps his eyes on everything, reading the room, the market, the way the tide will turn, and puts it to work for him so easily.

It's amazing and terrifying. Waylon is so damn impressed and so damn pissed off at the same time. A man who can manipulate the world like that could do so much more than just cater to his own whims and wants. He could have a real effect on people beyond whatever drives his current employer's profits up. Waylon thinks it’s a waste to only use it for monetary gain. Jeremy thinks he’s an idiot for caring about something that ultimately doesn't affect them. It’s something they’ve never been able to agree on.

Still, Waylon loves the man. God knows why, sometimes, but they've been through so many sleepless nights together, it means something to him. They've fought long and hard before and probably will again, but they've always managed to patch things up between them.

He can remember Jeremy coming home, flowers in hand, an awkward, uncomfortable look on his face, and an apology on his tongue. Waylon would cling to the infuriating son of a bitch for the rest of the night, losing himself in their embrace. He can remember the quiet, soft days they'd spend together when neither one of them had class or work, Waylon tucked into his side while Jeremy flicked through the pages of his latest book.

He wants that peace right now, but he can't have it. He's so pissed off, he's burning gas just to put as many miles as possible between the two of them. Jeremy can be a dick, but lately he's gotten fucking mean about things. He knows Waylon can't always get his meaning across on the first try. He's always been better with numbers than words, but Jeremy doesn't have to deride him for wasting his time with it. It's not like Waylon's doing it on purpose; it's not like it's an intentional dig at Jeremy, although now he wishes it was.

So. Fuck him. Waylon up and left and he's happy to ignore his calls as he gets some distance between them, the look in Jeremy's icy blue eyes haunting him the entire time. Fucking jerk.

He drives until it's so late it's early. The calls stopped hours ago, but he still isn't ready to talk to him. It feels like he'd be starting another stupid fight if he wakes him by calling now. He's dead tired, but he just wants to go home. Waylon turns the car around and begins the long trek back.

It's eerily quiet when he gets home. He double checks the key hook and sees Jeremy's keys are gone, which is a little odd, but it's not unheard of for him to be suddenly pulled into something at work. He sighs. So much for fixing things right away. He can't do anything now, so he collapses on the bed in exhaustion, as a dreamless sleep takes him.

When he wakes, Jeremy's still not back. In fact, even with his bleary eyes, he's noticing things he missed last night. Their dresser is a mess, the closet is wide open and half-empty, everything is in disarray.

Waylon blinks slowly. No. No fucking way. He is not seeing this. That fucking asshole did not just- leave.

He scrambles for his phone, miraculously still holding a charge, and looks closer. There's a voicemail he didn't notice earlier that's timestamped from last night.

With rising dread and fury, he hits play.

"Waylon… I've been calling for hours and you still won't pick up. Look, I'm sorry for snapping at you, but the call I was on earlier was about a new job opportunity. Part of the deal was to leave immediately for this facility in Colorado. I would've taken you with me, but you're not here and I have to go. You understand, right? It's not personal; it's just business. It was good while it lasted. Maybe I'll see you around. Goodbye, Waylon."

What the fuck. What the fuck. Okay, so he didn't pick up, that's his fault, he admits it. But leaving him over a fucking voicemail? That fucking bastard! Did their fucking years together mean so little to him?!

He thought he knew all of Jeremy's bad sides. He thought they could work around them. He thought Jeremy cared for him.

He doesn't think he knows anything anymore.

Waylon has lived with this ache in his heart for longer than he wants to admit. He's tried to never be like…him. And to get this contract brings up a lot of memories he still doesn't know how to handle.

But he needs the job and he wants answers, so he picks up the phone and dials. "Hello, is this the Murkoff Corporation? My name is Waylon Park and I'm calling about the offer for a software engineer…"

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kawareo-main · 2 years

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Hey if anyone remembers that time i said im trying to get in an art college with a portfolio mostly consisting of Outlast fanart?

I fucking got in.

I gave them a painting of pre-engine trager's ass and i fuckin got in.

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integratedlearningmodules · 2 years

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5 Reasons to Consider a Coding Curriculum for Students

There is no doubt that coding is the cornerstone of 21st-century learning and that students need access to code early and often. It's time for educational institutions to stop thinking of it as an option and start considering it a crucial part of any successful 21st-century career option. With the rapid rise of technology comes a growing demand for programmers, engineers, coders, and developers. To get your foot in the door, it's essential to understand how coding can benefit your students.

Here are Some Reasons to Consider a Coding Curriculum :

A strong foundation in coding will equip our students with the tools they need to compete in today's job market. Coding is a skill that will outlast any trend and will become increasingly more valuable as technology advances.

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Coding applies across industries and is not just limited to the tech industry. Learning to code shows that you are resourceful, technologically savvy, and versatile. Coding lets you open up career opportunities you were previously unaware of.

Coding helps students appreciate computer science and those who code. Children who code are better able to visualize abstract ideas, use and enjoy math in practical contexts, and are more creative with math. Many STEM programs now include coding

Each school is different, so there is no one-size-fits-all approach for introducing coding into the curriculum, but starting early is essential for helping the students prepare for a future where coding plays a significant role in our lives.

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yashbatteries · 5 months

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autospoke · 10 months

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Used Luxury Car Dealers in Mumbai- 7 Compelling Reasons to Consider Purchasing Used Luxury Cars

Not everyone possesses the financial means to acquire a brand-new luxury car fresh off the assembly line. Furthermore, not all new cars necessarily offer superior quality. If you find yourself in the market for a vehicle in the foreseeable future, it is worth exploring the realm of pre-owned automobiles. In recent years, there has been a significant shift towards purchasing pre-owned luxury cars, and this trend can be attributed to several factors. The allure lies not only in the more affordable prices but also in a variety of other compelling reasons. Allow us to elucidate on why you should seriously consider investing in a used luxury car.

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outlustings · 2 years

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Reader walks in on Eddie, Chris and Blaire using a flesh light moaning reader’s name - up to you what they each do next 👀

(literally screaminf and crying into my pillow, i'll out myself right now and say fleshlights FOR SOME REASON are one of my biggest kinks the sounds the moans the desperation aaaaaaaughuahahsgshah...... this broke me.

so uhh established relationships. light degradation and name calling because eddie and stuff like that. oh and jeremy gets teased like a lil bitch. chris is perfect, chris is fine i think. pretty explicit nsfw. just. just bear with me ok.

also pre!engine eddie and chris because it would be unsanitary to bring a fleshie to mt massive and we're all about health and safety here!)

EDDIE

You tossed your keys to the side table, and kicked off your shoes, the heavy plastic bag digging into the crook of your finger.

"Dearest?" you called out into the house, pulling the front door shut with a snap. No reply. Maybe he didn't hear you.

"Eddie!" you fumbled with the grocery bag, twisting your body to chain the door, "Could really use some help here!"

Again, silence. You grumbled a curse, heaving the bag onto the side table.

"The ice cream's gonna melt," you complained loudly to no one in particular. You perked up, but still no reply. Just some rhythmic sound coming from somewhere. It didn't sound like plumbing. Then you heard something that you distantly recognised as his voice, muffled through several walls. Was he talking to himself again?

"Jesus Christ, Eddie," you slammed the tub of ice cream onto the table and stomped upstairs, feeling the need to scold him before putting it into the freezer. Just because he ignored you.

You stopped just before the bedroom door. Rhythmic, slick, little fwops. What the hell? Your brain conjured up an image of him finger painting on the floor. You shook your head, ridiculous, settling your hand lightly on the door handle. Then you heard a strangled moan, more like a whine. Your name.

"Y/N. Oh, god, darling..."

Your heart skipped a beat. You pressed down on the handle gently, fully intending to call out his name, but the sounds got stuck in your throat as you cracked the door open, peeping inside, taking a good look at the view before your eyes.

Eddie was laying on his back, as naked as the day he was born, his feet dangling off the edge of the bed, his hands on his crotch, wrapped around something soft and fleshy that engulfed his hard cock. You realized, with a mix of horror and hot, wet lust, what he was doing. You heard the slippery noises, heard the flesh of his abdomen strike against soft plastic again and again as he fucked a fleshlight. Breathy little grunts spilled from his lips as he rutted his hips against the toy and you watched as pearlescent little streams of lube and precum spilled onto his balls. Your heart beat loudly in your chest, your hand frozen on the door handle as you ogled at the sight in front of you from the crack of the door.

"Y/N," he groaned, his eyebrows knitted together as he pumped his throbbing cock, "Oh, my darling Y/N. So tight."

Your mouth dried up. You felt like such a dirty pervert. But you couldn't interrupt him. You were frozen like a deer in headlights.

"Yes, darling, that's it, darling," he grunted softly, quietly, exhaling sharply with each thrust, as he gripped the plastic sheath with both hands, knuckles white, "Take this cock - like you were meant to - breed yourself on it - that's it - fuck, yes," he hissed and threw his head back on the comforter, rolling his narrow hips up against the softness engulfing his length, the sloppy, wet sounds cutting through the musk-filled air like blades.

You swallowed, eyes wide and cheeks burning as you watched, mesmerized as Eddie's thick, glistening length slid in and out, in and out, in and out, the sound rattling the base of your skull as you squeezed your thighs together. You weren't supposed to watch, you thought as you heard him moan and shuddered, fingers digging into the wood of the door frame. But you couldn't interrupt him. Not when he gave you this good of a show.

"Oh, you feel so good," Eddie screwed his eyes shut, bucking into the fleshlight, little beads of sweat rolling down his temple, "Keep fucking it. Keep fucking yourself on me, darling," he let out an obscene moan as he pumped the toy against his flesh in short, quick strokes. You saw his toes curl, "That's it, daddy's little whore," he growled, "I'm going to fucking fill you up."

You gasped softly and felt your arm tremble.

Your hand slipped on the door handle and it let out a horrifyingly noisy click as it sprung back up. Eddie stilled, his head snapping to the door, which creaked open, slowly revealing your flushed, humiliated face. You stared at him. His eyes widened.

"Darling...!" he gasped softly, jumping up into a sitting position, his visibly throbbing cock slipping out of the sleeve as his blush deepened into a searing crimson across the bridge of his nose.

"I'm so sorry," you blurted and raised your hand to your mouth, "I'm so sorry, I should've knocked. Eddie, I'm -..."

Your gaze lingered on his groin, the way his sleek black pubic hair glistened with lube. You shot your eyes back to his face and gulped as you saw him smirking.

"How long have you been watching?" he licked his lips, tossing the toy aside with a small thud, "Filthy little whore. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

You choked on your whine.

"Just... for a second. I'm sorry."

"Liar," he grinned, running his fingers through his hair, slicking it back. He managed to compose himself very well, you thought, eyes still wide.

Eddie wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and gave it a slow stroke. You watched, and most of all heard his foreskin slide against the pulsing, pink head. You shuddered. He groaned under his breath, his blue eyes fixed on yours.

"Are you going to help me finish, then, darling? Or will you stand there and watch me?" he leaned back, propping himself up on one elbow and thumbing the glistening head of his cock, "You dirty thing."

You felt your face burn as you gave him a small smile. He patted his thigh and gave you a sly wink.

"Come, darling," he cooed, "There's nothing to be ashamed of. You've had your fun. Now, let me fill you up."

You all but ran to the bed. You preferred melty ice cream anyway. Tasted better that way.

CHRIS

"Y/N..."

You stirred, half-awake, reaching for his side of the bed. Nothing. You mumbled something.

"Take it," you heard Chris' voice again.

"What?" you croaked, then jolted awake as you realised you'd went to sleep alone. He'd apparently come home from his shift. You blinked rapidly at the alarm clock's fluorescent hands - three in the morning. You smiled tiredly and kicked off your covers. You heard him call your name again, softly, tenderly. A little out of breath. Then came a muffled grunt. You rubbed your eyes, your heart skipping a beat as you racked your tired brain, trying to figure out what was going on. Where was he? You fumbled around in the dark, hitting the light switch, your sore eyes flooded with brightness and you groaned. The sounds were coming from the en suite bathroom. You leaned on the door.

"Honey, you home?" you yawned and pushed the door open slightly, your brain foggy and heavy.

Chris was still dressed in his work clothes, standing facing the washing machine. He was thrusting his hips against his large hands, and you could distantly register the wet sounds of him fucking his cock into something. He let out a breathy groan.

He was pressing the toy against the top of the washing machine, squishing it between his hand and the surface as he fucked it from the side in long, slow strokes, his heavy balls hitting the soft plastic with tender, wet slaps, the bulbous red tip of his cock pressing into the clear silicone. A fleshlight.

You blinked dumbly.

"Y/N, fuck," his eyes were closed, his face stern with concentration as his thighs trembled as he fucked the toy. Was he - was he imagining you in its place? Your cheeks burned and you gasped softly, all tiredness disappearing from your body as you opened your mouth.

"Chris..."

He craned his neck to you, stilling inside the cocksleeve, his eyes hazy with lust as he eyed you. He let out a shaky breath.

"Babe... I-I didn't want to wake you up," he stuttered and groaned, bowing his head down, "Ah, fuck. I'm sorry."

"Am I - I'm bothering you," you bit your lip, your eyes roving over his flexed muscles, his heaving chest and the way his cock pulsed against the soft plastic sheath in his hands. He didn't even pull out. You felt a hot, heavy weight settle in your lower belly. Suddenly, you felt like you didn't want to leave the room. Even if it was getting awkward. You looked up. Chris was blushing.

"I thought since you'd gone to sleep..." he sighed and pulled out of the toy with a hiss, turning his face away from you, "I'm sorry. This is nasty. I know."

You shook your head, a soft smile spreading to your lips as you walked next to him, reaching up to touch his shoulder.

"No, not at all," you giggled softly and pressed your head against his shoulder. He tensed underneath your touch, "I think that was... Pretty hot," you winked at him. He blushed even harder.

"What?"

You squeezed past him, brushing against his hard dick and he moaned, gripping your shoulder. You scooted your butt up on the washing machine and spread your legs, giving the toy in his hand a nudge with your knee. It dropped to the tile floor with a clatter. Chris looked down at you, his nostrils flared and eyes dark as he licked his lips. You lifted up the hem of your t-shirt, bucking your hips against him as he settled between your legs, his girthy cock twitching against your clothed groin. You grinned and stroked his forearms.

"Why don't you go for the real thing, now that I'm awake?" you gave him a smile and slid your hands to his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. He returned it hungrily, nipping at your bottom lip as he rutted his hips against your underwear.

"Little pig," he sighed against your lips, his hands cupping your ass, groping the soft flesh as he humped against you. You felt little jolts of arousal spread throughout your body, the weight of his cock against your crotch was almost too much to bear, his precum soaking into the fabric of your underwear.

"We might need some lube," you mumbled against his skin.

"I'll take care of it," he growled and yanked your underwear down to your knees. You squealed as you heard the stitching rip as he kneeled before you, tossing your legs over his bulky shoulders and dove in before you could really even react.

You didn't sleep much that night.

JEREMY

You creaked the door open, cradling the bottle of champagne in the crook of your arm as you slipped inside and closed the front door gently. The security lock flashed a green light and beeped loudly. You shushed it. You were trying to surprise him for his birthday, goddamnit. There was a reason he gave you his key so early on, and you were going to take full advantage of his trust. Happy birthday, honey and all that, you smirked to yourself.

You kicked off your boots and slinked through the spotless kitchen and to the living room. All the lights were off. He's probably at his home office, the weirdo, you thought as you tiptoed to the hallway, seeing a strip of light illuminating the darkness from underneath the office door. Bingo. You grinned. You twisted the door knob and it rattled quietly. You inhaled deeply, ready to scream happy birthday, but your breath got caught in your throat as you heard Jeremy's voice from behind the door.

"Y/N," you heard him moan. You stopped, eyes widening.

How did he know?

"Ahh, fuck, Y/N."

Wait a minute. Your hand stilled on the doorknob as your brows furrowed, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour as you pressed your ear to the door. No, it was definitely Jeremy who called your name. He sounded out of breath. You blushed a little. Should you knock? You decided against it.

You cracked the door open slightly.

Jeremy was sitting at his desk, his face turned to his laptop as he bounced a black cylinder of plastic up and down on his lap.

He was reclining on the office chair, sleek black trousers around his thighs. His belt clinked with every pump of his hand as the plastic rim connected with his pubic bone. His eyes fixed on the monitor, he watched intently, lips parted, little grunts and heavy breaths spilling from his mouth as he fucked his twitching erection with the fleshlight. Wet, squishy sounds filled the room.

"Oh, god," he hissed, his slender hips bucking up into the toy, his face flushed as his tongue lolled to the side of his mouth, his brows knitted together as he fucked himself, "Oh, right there. Fuck. Aah -..."

You grinned as you watched him close his eyes, his wrist moving faster and faster, the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the plastic loud and clear in your ears as you felt your face burn.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he threw his head back against the fake leather of the chair's back, "I'm so close, fu-u-uck..."

His last word came out as a desperate whine as he gripped the armrest of his chair. You decided it was your time to enter the stage.

You licked your lips, straightened your back and pushed the door open, clearing your throat as his head snapped to the direction of the door.

"Y/N?" he choked out, pulling his chair closer to the desk, trying to hide his lower half. You just grinned.

"I thought I'd come by and surprise you," you muttered, walking up to him, raising the bottle of champagne to your shoulder level, "But it seems I was on your mind already."

Jeremy blushed.

"You could've knocked," he grumbled, turning his red face away from you to his screen, and his eyes shot wide as you bent down to take a closer look and ask:

"What're you watching?"

You eyed the screen, the video still going. You recognised the sheets. Your ass in the air, red marks on the cheeks as Jeremy's cock disappeared in and out of you. Weak mewls and grunts crackled through the speakers. Last week popped into your mind. How Jer wanted to film as he fucked you from behind.

Suddenly he slammed the lid of the laptop shut, breathing heavily.

"My, my, my," you turned to him and set the bottle on the desk, giving him an obscene wink as shifted uncomfortably on the chair, but gave you a slight, uncharacteristically shy grin.

"I didn't know you'd come," Jeremy mumbled, "If I knew..."

"You're so cute," you stroked his cheek. You looked down and saw his flushed, achingly hard cock, bobbing against the buttons of his white shirt, his left hand still wrapped around the fleshlight.

"D'you want your birthday gift, big boy?" you kneeled down before him and splayed your hands over his thighs. His cock twitched.

"Please," he sighed with a smile as you gripped the base, thumbing the hard underside, feeling his smooth, wet skin pulsate with need. You smiled at him wickedly.

"Give me that," you gestured to his left hand, "I'll show you how it's done."

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zsatuka · 3 years

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More Trager!

Wanted to post it to insta first but then I realized the background is transparent, aka the background randomly becomes gray

Why insta, why? 💀

#outlast #outlast fanart #outlast the murkoff account #the murkoff account #richard trager #rick trager #outlast trager #pre engine trager #pre asylum trager #dr trager #outlast fandom #tags everywhere

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tragersimp · 3 years

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yeah

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rick-trager-b1tch · 6 days

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Office Party - Rick and Jer - Young & Vulnerable

It was the annual office party at Murkoff Corporation, and as usual, the higher-ups had spared no expense in organizing a night to remember. The alcohol was flowing freely, the music was pumping, and the atmosphere was electric. But this year, there was a surprise in store for the employees – the higher-ups had hired a group of stripper girls to entertain the crowd.

Rick and Jer, two young and ambitious employees, were among the first to hit the open bar. They had already had a few drinks and smoked a joint in the parking lot before heading inside. As the night progressed, they quickly became the life of the party, joking around and laughing loudly, their inhibitions lowered by the drugs and alcohol.

Rick, in particular, was feeling especially bold and confident. He strutted around the room, his purple button-down shirt half open, revealing his toned chest. He made sure to make eye contact with all the pretty girls in the room, flashing them his signature cocky grin.

When one of the stripper girls caught Rick's eye, he wasted no time in making his move. He sauntered over to her, his swagger on full display. The girl, a gorgeous blonde with curves in all the right places, smiled seductively at him.

As the girl danced around him, Rick couldn't help but feel himself getting turned on. The mixture of alcohol, drugs, and the stripper's sensual movements were too much for him to handle. The girl noticed his arousal and leaned in close, whispering dirty things in his ear that made his heart race.

She ran her hands through his curly, chaotic hair, sending shivers down his spine. Rick was in a state of bliss, reveling in the attention and the intoxicating mix of lust and desire that surrounded him.

Jer, who had been watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but laugh at his friend's antics. "Looks like someone's having a good time," he joked, elbowing Rick in the ribs.

Rick shot him a smug grin. "Just enjoying the perks of being a young, successful bachelor," he replied, his voice oozing arrogance. "Unlike some people I know."

Jer rolled his eyes, used to Rick's bravado. "Yeah, yeah, keep living in your fantasy world, man. But just remember, what goes up must come down."

The two friends continued to banter back and forth, their words slurred and their laughter loud. As the night wore on, Rick's confidence only grew, fueled by the attention of the stripper girl and the admiring glances of his colleagues.

But as the party began to wind down, Rick's bravado started to fade. The effects of the alcohol and drugs were wearing off, leaving him feeling empty and hollow. The stripper girl had long moved on to other guests, leaving him alone in a sea of faces.

Jer, seeing his friend's deflated demeanor, reached out a hand to him. "Come on, man, let's get you home," he said, his voice filled with concern.

Rick nodded, his earlier arrogance replaced by vulnerability. As they stumbled out of the party and into the cold night air, he leaned on Jer for support, grateful for the steadying presence of a true friend in a world of facades and false promises.

And as they made their way home, the sound of laughter and music fading into the distance, Rick couldn't help but wonder if the fleeting high of the party was worth the emptiness that followed in its wake. Perhaps true fulfillment lay not in the superficial allure of status and success, but in the quiet moments of connection and understanding that only a genuine friendship could provide.

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