#chopper layout

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[typosandtea]

Vertibirds. 🚁⚙️🗡️🪽

So every wastelander and his dog know that the fallout 4 vertibirds crash more than settlements need help. But why is that? Here's my 2 caps on the matter. (Or: Bethesda doesn't understand aviation very well I think)

( So uh this is way longer than I expected, I was possessed🚁☢️:] )

TLDR: Horrific conditions for aviation, the difficulties of wasteland heavy maintenance, inexperienced pilots AND mechanics, and the WORST damn instrument layout I’ve ever seen

The Vertibird is designed as a fictional tilt rotor VTOL/STOL(Vertical/Short Take Off and Landing) aircraft which makes a ton of sense in the wasteland where suitable runways are rarer than hens teeth. One of Bethesda's primary visual design influences for the vertibird I suspect is the bell boeing v-22 Osprey.

This funky creature \/

This photo is from the Wikipedia page >Here< [ID: a photo of a v22 osprey aircraft in flight as seen from below and to the right, the aircraft is a medium tilt rotor aircraft with very large propellers, the aircraft is current in vertical take off or landing with the engines pointed straight up. The landing gear is extended, the aircraft is painted in air-force grey with the faint decal “marines” and the American army star on horizontal stripes and the squadron and registration barley visible on the empennage. The cargo and forward doors are open and a soldier is hanging out the front. End ID]

Now the Osprey has a bit of a reputation among people I’ve met who’ve flown in them, I've personally been told things like "if it's not leaking hydraulic fluid, that means you're out of fluid" and "its terrifying to fly in".

My screenshot. [ID: A screenshot of a fallout 4 vertibird, seen from front left in flight over bushland. the Player is manning the minigun and Paladin Danse is a Passenger. End ID]

Looking at the Vertibirds themselves we can make a few assumptions here.

The shape of the cowling and the noise they make indicates that the engines are some form of turboprop engine, likely requiring liquid fuel akin to Avtur(Aviation turbine fuel). Confirmed by the Instruments visible in the cockpit.

The most weight efficient way to move big parts is hydraulics so, they likely have complex hydraulic systems for wing positioning / AOA(Angle Of Attack) / engine angle. Likely also for landing gear since they have retractable gear in fallout 4.

That the BoS has modified them from the original design at least partially, allowing attachment to the Prydwen, likely other modifications too.

I strongly suspect that they have an APU(Auxiliary Power Unit) in the aft fuselage / empennage somewhere, since they have a massive air intake scoop on the top fuselage, they can self start their primary engines which either requires a ridiculous amount of electricity / amps or a source of bleed air. Bleed air is the most likely candidate for self start and is reasonably common on real turbine aircraft, APUs also allows for ground power without having primary engines running. Also confirmed by the instruments in the cockpit.

All of these points are well and good and common in aviation, even modifications (ie. STOL kits, survey aircraft, agricultural mods, skiis, ect). But modern aviation has some advantages that the BoS doesn't have: access to new off the shelf parts, proper verified documentation, proper test processes & facilities, and experienced personnel.

Don't get me wrong, I think Proctor Ingram is awesome, very knowledgeable and practically a miracle worker (especially with that one terminal entry about an engine failure field recovery she pulls off!!), but one chief engineer cannot maintain an entire fleet AND the Prydwen, she comments on how things are breaking often on the ship that she is very busy! Training of new engineers takes *years* to even get to basic level! Ingram can’t train anyone she is too busy keeping everyone in the air 24/7! So who is training all of these scribes? There must be a huge amount of time teaching and supervising even simple tasks! Even at their best the BoS wouldn’t be able to hope to be near the prewar standards of training! Even Ingram or other senior scribes would not be thaaaaat experienced, 10 years is not a long time to completely learn a new aircraft and implement systems & processes of maintenance. The point here is that there are inexperienced scribes maintaining these aircraft.

WOLRDS BEST CHEIF ENGINEER ❤️ \/

My Screenshot. [ID: A screenshot of proctor Ingram from fallout 4, she is standing in the Liberty prime control area. She is smiling. She is wearing her usual modified power armour frame. Preston is visible in the background with a clipboard and pen, he is wearing woody’s outfit from toy story. End ID]

Heavy maintenance in the wasteland, especially in an active combat zone would be an absolute nightmare, are the poor scribes doing overhauls on the flight deck?? Not really possible, so the BoS must have a ground facility at the airport somewhere. Also side note where is the rest of Boston airport? There is more to an airport than a terminal and 1 runway, where are all the hangars?? Likely underwater but still, no ruins??

Back to maintenance, aircraft need a huge amount of care, way way way more than cars do. light civilian aircraft IRL need a full inspection every 100 hours of flight time, which adds up incredibly quickly! For example if you have a one hour commute twice a day that’s MR(Maintenance Release) hours reached in 50 days! You legally cannot fly out of hours. And a service for small aircraft takes about 3 personnel / 2 days and that’s without any major repairs or ADs (Airworthiness Directives) to address! $$$$! Aircraft operating in adverse conditions also need additional maintenance, and coastal areas like Boston, are considered adverse conditions since the salt air corrodes aluminum and steel like nothing else! Corrosion untreated will damage your aircraft and if left too long can destroy the structural integrity of aluminum parts. The spars of aircraft are aluminum often!

My photo. [ID: The inside of a Cessna 172 wing trailing edge is shown looking inboard at the aft root rib, which is primer green, it is backlit by torchlight, the fuselage and a orange scat hose are visible behind it, it has 3 irregular shaped holes in it, 2 are by design but the third medium sized hole in the center of the image is eaten away by corrosion. End ID]

Vertibirds, between being shot at constantly and having a complex deign with a lot of precision moving parts will need a lot of repairs; moving parts means lots of upkeep, grease and inspections! The BoS by 2287 must have some sort of manufacturing back in capital, they cannot still be using old parts from the enclave after 10 years of maintenance, that’s a lot of grease, paint and hydraulic fluid!!!

The BoS must also have a refinery of some kind because Avtur is a refined fuel with some important additives like biocide. Manufacture and storage of fuel is very important since fuel contamination will bring down an aircraft! (and has multiple times IRL! :[ ). Water, microbes, and algae are real dangers to engines, with free water being the most common. Poorly sealed tanks or improper fuel storage combined with a incomplete or missed pre-flight inspection can lead to fuel starvation, since water is heavier than fuel and tank outlets are at the bottom of the tank. If you loose an engine on a twin, may God help you.

This image is from Concordia Bioscience >Here< [ID: A photo of a sample of pale yellow Jet fuel in a clear container, the sample is contaminated with water and microbes and has separated into layers with water at the bottom, then microorganisms, and then Fuel at the top, the image is labeled as such. End ID]

Getting to the most likely crash reasons now (finally), In my opinion that is inexperienced pilots and; a horrific instrument layout.

While there must be some lancers in the BoS that have been flying for the whole 10 years that they’ve had Vertibirds, I think that is likely the exception not the rule, even if they crashed a fraction of the time that do in game that’s still A LOT of downed aircraft!

Experience is only gained in practice, and unfortunately for the BoS they are (self-declared) at war so resources are thin and safe zones are thinner. I suspect that there are a lot of very inexperienced pilots without the time for the experienced pilots to really teach.

Linking to my final point, experience on an airframe itself is also important, you want to be familiar with your aircraft, even among a group of the same model aircraft they will each have quirks, like slightly different instrument layouts, slightly different handling/feel i.e. "this one flies heavier / slower" (at least that's my experience with smaller civilian aircraft) I imagine that the apocalypse did nothing for improving manufacturing tolerances!

FINAL AND MOST DAMNING POINT:

Experience can only help lancers so much when veritibirds have such a strange instrument panel layout:

My screenshot. [ID: a screenshot of a instrument panel from a Fallout 4 vertibird. it is slanted on a approximately 30 degree angle. End ID]

A bit weird looking yeah? For reference Pilot is left seat and copilot is always right seat, this applies globally even in right hand drive countries.

lets take a closer look:

My Screenshots. [IDs: Three screenshots of the same Instrument panel as above, but zoomed in using a sniper rifle scope to get a better look. The first screen shot is the pilots side, the second the center, and the third the copilots side. End ID]

All righty! So reading from top to bottom, then left to right we have:

On the pilots side: A Rotor%RPM gauge, a VOR(Very high frequency Omni-directional Range) indicator, a DG(Directional Gyro), a HSI(Horizontal Situation Indicator), and then a huge AI(Attitude Indicator),

In the center section we have: presumably light clusters (likely master warnings & cautions, gear indicators, and other status lights), a second VOR gauge, likely magnetic compass as they are usually top centre (though I can’t see it being at all accurate with all of the steel around!), the engine instruments cluster, and the APU status / control panel at the bottom. unsure of what the 3 clusters of horizontal buttons are suppose to be other than input of some kind?

In the Engine cluster: Torque%, XMSN(transmission) oil temp / pressure dual gauge, a gas producer % RPM gauge with small integrated single percent dial (like having a seconds dial on your watch for accuracy) meaning the engines have free turbines (compressor not attached to the power turbine), a dual load / fuel psi gauge, a dual engine oil pressure and temperature gauge, fuel quantity in pounds, a turbine output temperature gauge (the hottest part of your engine), and a clock.

On the copilots side: a second Rotor%RPM dual gauge, a third VOR indicator, Airspeed in Knots and MPH, a RMI(Radio Magnetic Indicator) which uses VOR and ADF(Automatic Direction Finder) on compass, a second DG, a second HSI, and a teeny tiny altimeter right in the outboard corner.

the 4 instruments on the lower copilots panel are completely unlabeled

some things of note that are from game limitations:

most of the engine instruments don't have needles at all

the DGs and the RMI use the same background asset, resulting in the DG wrongly having 'VOR' and 'ASI' on its face, DGs are self contained air driven instruments that work on gyroscopic precession, not any outside data input.

all of the instruments with a compass face all say north despite this vertibird not quite facing north.

the AI is showing wings level despite this vertibird being crashed and on a ~30 degree angle

there are not engine controls at all not even flat assets, only flight controls.

There are a lot of instruments here and most of them are reasonably OK read individually, BUT there at least 1 key instrument missing and the layout outs emphasis on completely the wrong things:

WHERE IS THE VERTICAL SPEED INDICATOR(VSI)????? That's a pretty important gauge in a VERTICAL take off / landing aircraft!!!!!!!!!! It's one of the basic six pack!!! how was it omitted??? Speaking of the six pack why is there only one ASI and Altimeter?? and why are they tiny and ON THE COPILOTS SIDE ONLY???? the altimeter is LITERALLY the furthest instrument from the pilot in a vertibird, it should be right in front of the pilot!!! the easy to miss altimeter would make IFR(Instrument Flight Rules) flying incredibly dangerous! Also why are there four VOR based navigational instruments? VOR IS GROUND BASED NAVIGATION!!! unless the BoS has rebooted the multiple ground beacons for them to navigate from that's THREE dead instruments taking up space on the panel! the RMI is slightly more useful as ADF can tune to commercial radio frequencies, though these would need to be strong!

These poor inexperienced lancers are having to look all over the whole unnecessarily crowded cockpit for basic information that should be right in front of them, causing reaction delays and possible confusion. That delay could be the difference between whether or not they are flying home today.

-> Bethesda doesn't understand what half the instruments do and while they did a good job with most of the assets, in their quest to make it retro-future / visibly different from actual aircraft, they have completely destroyed any use of logic in the layout.

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Thanks for reading! Here’s a video of me yeeting Danse with the ‘Get out of my face mod’ as compensation haha

My Video. [ID: a video capture from fallout 4 in first person. It is night and is at oberland station facing the water treatment plant. The player is wearing power armour and the HUD is visible. The player is very close to Paladin Danse, he turns away from them and they shove him with the voice line “stay out of my way”. Danse flys a long way away while rag-dolling. The Gamer’s laughter can be heard while Danse is flying. The player follows Danse’s fall with the crosshairs. The player then walks backwards. End ID]

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♡ luffy, law and chopper layout

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[shironezuninja]

Why do you people use the term “remains” when you got a whole body to bury? My moody time of the month is calling this use of words “incorrect” and “pathetic”.

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Can you write a Katsuki x fem reader fic where he thinks she has died on a mission and is enraged, and when she comes back dripping wet from thunder, he's enraged at her because he was so worried, but then just starts to sob and throws himself into her arms, which shocks her.

Thunderstruck

The first time it happens, it’s a flicker.

Static across the comm line. Barely a second. But Bakugo knows the sound of failure. He knows the sound of something breaking.

The comms don’t come back.

He’s halfway out of his seat before anyone else notices. Pacing. Cursing. Hands clenched so tight his nails dig into his palms through the gloves.

“Tch. It’s just interference,” someone says. “Storm’s picking up.”

But his gut—his gut tells him otherwise.

You’re never late. Never careless. Never silent.

And Katsuki Bakugo knows what silence means on the battlefield.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “It’s recon, Katsuki. We’re just getting layouts and logging activity. No combat.”

He scowled, swatting your hand away. “Don’t act like you can’t get your ass blown off doing paperwork.”

You smirked. “You worried about me?”

He didn’t answer. Just grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, like he could stamp his presence onto your bones.

“Come back in one piece, dumbass,” he muttered.

“Always.”

That was six hours ago.

Now he’s storming through HQ like a bomb with a cracked shell, barking orders even though it’s not his mission, demanding updates like anyone can give him what he wants—

Your location. Your vitals. Your voice.

When Kirishima finally grabs him by the shoulder and says, “Katsuki... there was an explosion at the recon site,” he doesn’t process it.

Until they show him the wreckage.

Until they pull something half-burned from under a pile of concrete.

Until it’s your uniform jacket.

Still smoking.

Bloodied.

He goes still.

Every sound disappears. The rain, the shouting, the chopper overhead—it all fades to a dull, suffocating roar inside his skull.

No body.

No confirmation.

But the silence? The silence is screaming.

He doesn't realize he's dropped to his knees until someone tries to lift him.

He shoves them off with a snarl, dragging the scorched fabric into his lap like he can will it to be fake. Just some mistake. A wrong jacket. Someone else’s blood.

But he knows it’s yours.

He can smell your shampoo burned into the fibers. His hands have been on this fabric a hundred times—pulling it off you, gripping it when you hugged him from behind.

And now it smells like smoke.

He doesn’t remember getting back to HQ. Doesn’t remember smashing a hole in the wall of the locker room. Doesn’t remember sobbing, just once, into the broken tile before punching it again.

What he remembers is fear.

Not the kind from battle. Not even the kind from losing.

It’s the fear of never getting the chance.

Never getting to say he loved you, not really. Not with the quiet, sacred kind of love he’d never admitted out loud. The kind that choked him when you left the room and lit him on fire when you laughed.

You died thinking you were just his teammate. His girlfriend, maybe.

But not that you were everything.

So when the door creaks open five hours later, and you stumble in—drenched, shaking, scraped raw but alive—

Bakugo doesn’t believe it at first.

He thinks it’s his brain cracking under the weight of grief.

But then you speak.

“Guys?” your voice wobbles. “I—I’m okay. I—”

He turns.

And the pain doesn’t leave him.

It erupts.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Your eyes go wide. You don’t even get the chance to answer before he’s across the room, voice thunderous, hands clenched, eyes glowing with something rabid and shattered.

“Do you even fucking realize what you did to me?!” he growls, stalking closer. “You just disappear in the middle of a mission—comms go dark, and then BOOM—nothing but rubble! Nothing but your jacket and a bloodstain and you think you can just—just fucking—walk in like you didn’t just RIP MY GODDAMN WORLD APART?!”

“I—I fell—into the canal,” you stammer, backing up a step. “There was a blast—I couldn’t—my earpiece was gone, I tried to get back—”

He isn’t listening.

“I thought I lost you,” he snarls, voice breaking. “I thought I’d never hear your voice again. Never feel your hand. Never—fuck.”

The rage snaps.

He stumbles forward like gravity’s finally won, fists slackening as a choked sound breaks from his throat.

And then he collapses into you.

A full-body crash. Hands in your soaked hair. Face buried in your neck. Shoulders trembling. Your heart almost stops—because Katsuki Bakugo, your Katsuki, the one who never cried, the one who mocked people for crying—

Is sobbing.

Silent. Violent. Breathless. He clutches you like something fragile, like something he still doesn’t trust to be real.

“...Katsuki?”

You whisper it, barely breathing.

He can’t answer.

Because this is the second time he’s lost everything.

The first was when he thought he’d never be good enough.

This time it was you.

And if he ever had to go through that again, it would kill him.

You hold him tighter. One hand on the back of his neck, the other gripping the back of his hero suit.

“I’m here,” you whisper against his temple. “I’m right here. I’m sorry I scared you.”

He inhales like it hurts.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “I swear to god, I—if I’d lost you, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face. Tear-streaked, flushed, and furious—but the kind of fury that only comes from love.

“I won’t,” you say softly. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time all day, his breathing starts to steady.

And then he kisses you.

Hard. Desperate. Like he needs to feel every inch of you alive beneath him.

And you let him.

Because for a moment, both of you were ghosts.

But now—he’s real.

And so are you.

[ofynki]

[harpsinfinity]

Infectious

piers nivans & Chris redfield X afab!fem!reader

→ genre: smut

→ while on the search for a virus sample, you, Piers and Chris come across something much different.

→ wc: 4.5k

→ notes: I did sex pollen again I'm not sorry / creds to @m3talwingz for proofreading !!

→ song !!

Lanshiang, China.

Neo-Umbrella. Another virus outbreak.

Chris, Piers and you were sent along with the rest of the Alpha team. An underground laboratory suspected to be the source of the new, up-and-coming virus that was currently infecting people.

Right now, you were sitting in the chopper, opposite Piers and overlooking the city as Captain Redfield delivered a last minute briefing for the mission.

“Listen up, intel says that this facility is heavily guarded,” Chris spoke, firm and authoritative. “Be alert, stay on your A game so we can get this sample and get the hell out of here.”

Everyone in the chopper nodded in agreement, followed by a collective ‘Yes, sir’ from them all. You looked over at Piers, giving him a quick nod. He does the same.

You and Lieutenant became good friends after the mission in Edonia. The professional and disciplined demeanor melted down as you got closer. It revealed a kinder, softer side of him. You enjoyed spending time with him, just as he enjoyed spending time with you.

The sound of the blades connected to the chopper blared in your ears as the pilot signaled that you were here, the laboratory. Ropes to slide down were released from either side, gripping the rope with both hands as you looked down from the great height you stood from. You sucked in a deep breath before taking the jump, boots making a heavy thud as you touch the ground. Piers and Chris were already down here, waiting for the rest of the team.

You joined everyone else, waiting for the captain's orders.

…

“We will be splitting into groups of three, move silent and swiftly,” Chris’ voice cut through the air, his plan a firm, setting stone. Pulling out a small device, it projected an image of said sample. A small vial filled with dark, red liquid.

“This is what we’re looking for. Whoever finds it first grab it and notify HQ and the rest of us,” The team nodded, getting into the set groups, you joining Lieutenant Nivans and Captain Redfield. “And anything else you can find grab it, clear?”

“Clear!”

Chris swipes the screen, switching the picture to a map of the lab’s layout “Entry points are here, here and here,” he states, pointing to different areas “Each team will pick one and make their way in from there, pick off anyone in the way.”

Each team planned their route before heading off into the building. Chris turns to you and Piers, addressing both of you

“We’ll enter the building through the side, let’s make this quick and easy”

“Yes captain.” the two of you replied, following him to the chosen entry point.

“How many scientists do you think are in there?” you ask, eyeing the outside of the building. It seemed quite big, multiple stories maybe.

“Hell, if I know,” Piers answers “Based on how big this place is, reckon a couple hundred, thousand even.”

“Damn.. The virus they’re working on must be big scale if there’s that many.” you acknowledge, keeping your gun within reach as the three of you found the entry point.

It was clear the door was locked, a big, heavy chunk of metal. It was clear that Umbrella wanted to keep out everyone except their employees.

Two armed guards stood in your way, clad in armour with guns in hand.

“I've got this.” Piers spoke in a hushed tone, gesturing to you to join him with a tilt of his head. Both of you creeped up behind the two guards and silently took them out with a knife to the neck.

You noticed a key card slip from one of the many pockets of the guard's vest. You swiped it, knowing you'd need it.

Once they were taken care of, you set a small explosive on the door, all of you standing back as it blew the door open for you with a bang, flying off the hinges.

“Move in.” Chris ordered, moving in front as you and Piers followed suit. The three of you had taken the first floor, the other teams taking the other two. Stepping in, the sound of boots hit the floor. You found yourself in what looked like a warehouse or a massive storage unit, filled with crates and various boxes. Probably things used to create whatever nightmare fuel someone decided to come up with

“Looks like this is where Umbrella keeps their supplies” Piers commented, checking out the space around him.

Chris nodded, “Yeah, but the sample won’t be here. It’ll be somewhere much more protected.”

“You bet,” you added, looking around for entry to another room, spotting another door up ahead

“Cap, lieutenant,” calling out to them and jerking your head in the direction of the door “There’s a way out over there.”

They both nodded, following you out of the door and exiting the room into a corridor. It was a blinding, pristine white. A strong, sterile, scent reached your nose, making your features scrunch up in disapproval.

All of you were on high alert as you cautiously swept down the corridor, doors upon doors that led to various labs, testing rooms littering the area. It almost made your head spin. You probably weren’t going to be as ‘quick and quiet’ as Chris wanted to be.

“So many rooms... Which one first, Captain?” you inquire, looking to Chris for guidance.

His eyes lift to one of the doors to the right, labelled “TESTING ROOM 1, EMPLOYEES ONLY”.

“That one,” Chris replied, stepping closer to the door to open it, until he noticed the lock. It needed a key card, “Damn it, we need a key card.”

You almost had a light bulb moment, remembering the item you'd collected earlier. You take the key card out of your pocket, the plastic material smooth against your fingers.

“I've got this.” your voice rang out, stepping forward and swiftly slipping the card through the lock. The door hissed open before the three of you.

“Good one, rookie” Piers commented, adding the nickname he'd usually tease you with.

Rookie.

You roll your eyes, “Come on, let's sweep this room already” you chided, entering the room. Both Piers and the Captain followed suit.

The room was the same blinding white colour, littered with a generous amount of filing cabinets and what looked like scientific equipment used for testing.

It wasn't massive, but big enough for a small group of scientists to conduct their work. You begin to get to work, setting your gun down nearby, flicking open one of the many drawers of a filing cabinet. It was neatly filled with files after files, all with various names of what you assumed to be drugs that were being developed, or possible bioweapons Umbrella was planning to release.

The task felt tortuous, so many files, so much reading. But if you found the sample you needed, it'd be worth it.

You'd finished flicking through the draw, nothing. No sign of the sample. You empty your lungs with a deep sigh, frustration evident on your brow.

Though, your attention was brought over to the various vials on a table, probably some useless chemicals that were in development. All of them seemed perfectly ordinary. There were about five of them, but there was one that seemed to stand out to you.

It was tightly sealed with a cap, airtight. The liquid stored inside was a cerise colour, luminous and bright. You swore it even had bubbles, like you'd find in a fizzy drink.

At first you thought, ‘Was this the sample?’

Your heartbeat quickened, before you realized it was not the sample. Looking back to the dark red vial you'd been shown in the mission briefing.

But you had to take what you could find, right?

The liquid seemed to call out to you, drawing you in like a dog to a bone with its blooming pearlescence. It was almost hypnotizing to you as your feet held a mind of their own, taking step after step until you found yourself standing in front of the vial.

A hand tentatively reached out, grasping the item. Its glass material felt cool to the touch against your skin, the pink colour reflecting and shining in your eyes. A look of wonder and curiosity places itself into your expression as the world seems to drown itself out at that very moment.

“Find anything?”

You jolted, eyes wide as you were ripped out of whatever trance you were in by the voice of none other than Piers. It was enough to have you loosen your grip on the vial, its contents splattering out after the crash, glass shattering everywhere.

The noise echoes through the room, the broken glass at the foot of your boots. Turning to Piers so fast you thought you'd pull a muscle in your neck.

“Shit! Piers, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You placed a hand on your chest, attempting to calm your racing heart.

Shooting him a glare, brows knitted together. Though there was no real bite to your actions towards him.

“Didn't realise you were so jumpy today.” he replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

You were about to retaliate when a sickly-sweet aroma rose in the air, scrunching your nose up as you had the same expression on your face as Piers, confusion.

“What… What is that?” He asked, looking around for the source of the scent that now was beginning to fill the room at an alarming rate.

Even the Captain looked towards both of you, seemingly noticing it too with a questioning look.

“Am I the only one who smells that?” Chris questions, raising a single brow.

“No, you're not the only one.” you answer, looking around for the scent. Your gaze flicks down to the mystery drug that was spilled all over the pristine, white flooring.

Your eyes widened, that was the cause of the smell.

“Chris, Piers, I think this is what's causing the smell.” you state, kneeling to get a closer look.

They both shrugged, mainly confused.

“Okay, there's a liquid that smells like every single candy mixed into one,” Chris begins, “Is it supposed to do something other than that?”

“No idea,” Piers answers. Watching as you reach out to touch it.

Gathering a blob of it on your index finger and rubbing it against your thumb, it was sticky. A string forming between your fingers as you pull them apart.

Interesting..

You'd never seen anything like it before. You wondered if it tasted as sweet as it smelt, but you weren't one to just drink a random potion that a bioterrorism company created.

“I don't think it's meant to do anythin- Ow, shit!”

You curse, flinching as the substance starts to burn, you wave your hand around instinctively as you almost fall flat on your ass, only to find that your skin absorbed it whatever it was you'd been touching. As if it was some sort of moisturizer or cream.

“What the hell...?” You murmured, a tingling feeling starting to spread. Starting at your fingertips and working its way through you.

“You good?” Piers asks, eyes focused on you as well as Chris'.

You stand up, feeling a strange heat flow through you. It was subtle for now, though it made you begin to worry.

“I think so...” returning his question, rolling your sleeves up as it just got hotter for you. “It's getting kind of hot in here, is anyone else feeling that or just me?”

You questioned, looking at your captain and lieutenant as the heat only seemed to rise.

“Now that you mention it, it is a little warm in here.” Chris replied, Piers agreeing with him.

“Yeah, I'm feeling it too”

The room was clearly heating up for all three of you.

“Is it... The drug...?” You ask yourself more than anyone, your eyes widening as a sudden pain shot through you and settled in your stomach.

It made you cry out, doubling over and clutching your abdomen.

Both men with you immediately had a concerned expression on their faces, despite the rising warmth they felt pooling in their abdomens too.

“Shit!”

“Christ, are… Are you alright?!” Chris questioned, kneeling beside you and looking up at Piers.

“Whatever this is, find out what it is. It's affecting all three of us”

Piers nodded, his expression firm and determined.

“On it, cap” His attention directed itself to you,

“Hang on there, rookie.”

You nodded, letting Chris maneuver you so you were sitting back against a wall. Its cool surface provides temporary relief.

Your face was flushed; you'd discarded your gloves somewhere to try and escape the rushing heat taking over. But it was no use.

Piers got to work, finding a laptop and opening it up. He flicked though whatever files it had until there was one that caught his eye.

Aphrodisia

Clicking on the file, he read the notes that had been taken from its testing:

The testing of the drug has been completed, Aphrodisia is to heighten libido in any test subject for breeding purposes.

Symptoms include: hot flashes, high libido, abdominal cramping, fever, dehydration and more.

It is important that testers wear the appropriate PPE during as Aphrodisia is very potent. It is important to note that a female test subject is more sensitive to its effects compared to a male test subject.

If insemination is not complete within 90 minutes, the subject will succumb to dehydration.

END OF NOTES.

Piers looked back at the state you were in, you matched the symptoms of the drug perfectly.

The stomach pain, the sweating, the heat. Him and Chris would follow soon; just on a much smaller scale in comparison to you.

“Holy shit...,” Piers cursed under his breath, turning back to you and Chris. “It's a goddamn sex drug...”

“What?!”

Both of you exclaim, you were still gripping your stomach. Sweat beading along your forehead from the hot flashes. You couldn't deny the unbearable aches and throb you felt between your legs.

“Piers, you better start talking right now.” You gritted your teeth,

“They were using it to… Breed things. I’m assuming B.O.W.S..” Piers explained, eyeing up your disheveled form, he swore that he could see a pink tint gleaming in your eyes too.

“And well, you’re more sensitive to it compared to Chris and I are.”

“Keep going.” you practically demanded, taking note of how Chris started to look like he was struggling with the drug's effects too. Watching him wipe sweat from the back of his head. You cursed yourself for finding him so attractive right now. Piers too.

“If neither of us don’t somehow get a release within an hour and a half, we’ll ‘succumb’ to the symptoms.”

Your stomach dropped; You were going to die? “Oh god… I-I’m going to die- We’re going to die because of a fucking aphrodisiac!”

Tears pricked your eyes, seriously? This was supposed to be a simple mission. But now you were currently experiencing the worst pain of your life from some breeding drug that you were now going to die from.

Piers and Chris looked at each other, both sharing the same worry as you.

“No, we aren’t,” Chris states firmly “We’re going to figure this out.” He swipes back the stray hair stuck to your forehead, attempting to hide his straining arousal, just like Piers.

Piers joins you and Chris, kneeling in front of you “There’s only one way we can deal with this...,” he starts off, almost carefully as if he was speaking to a scared animal “Only if you’re comfortable with us doing this.”

At this point, you were desperate. The thought of being too horny becoming your cause of death was embarrassing just to think about.

“Yes, yes. Just do something, anything.” you begged, tears threatening to spill from how you felt right now.

Piers looked over at Chris for confirmation, receiving a firm nod from him.

Piers took you in his arms, beginning to remove and discard your gear. His gloved hands made their way across your body. Undoing your tactical vest and putting it aside, asking; ‘This okay?’ and resuming when you gave him confirmation that it was.

Next come your boots, socks, pants and shirt. Leaving you clad in your bra and panties in front of the two men.

He brought his gloved hand to your face.

“Bite,” he instructed softly, your teeth gripping the material of his glove as he pulled his hand away, the glove slipping off.

“Other one.” you completed the same ministry with his other glove, now putting the pair aside. His bare hands were free to roam all over your body.

“Good girl.” The soft praise went straight to your drenched pussy, it took everything in you not to moan from just the praise alone. Next came your bra, taken and flung somewhere around the lab. A warm hand came to palm at one of your breasts, feeling more sensitive from the drug as you moaned. The other hand danced its way down your burning abdomen, slipping underneath the elastic of your panties.

Your breath caught in your throat when the pads of Piers’ fingers circled your needy clit, it was pulsing and swollen against them. They made their journey further down, pressing against your leaky slit.

“W-What about you two?” you asked, voice trembling with unbridled desire as you looked up at Piers through teary eyes.

Chris shook his head “Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.”

“We will”, Piers backed him up “Besides, I’m the one that did this to you. I owe it to you to help.”

Any other protest melted on your tongue as his digits sunk inside of you, stretching you out so deliciously. His fingers begin to pump deep inside of you, searching for the spot that would make static buzz inside your head.

You let him know this when a particularly noisy moan spilled from your lips, hips jerking from such stimulation. It all felt so intense, like your body was on fire. But you couldn’t get enough, moaning with wanton need. Even as Piers whispered comforting praises into your ear, your head leaned back against his shoulder.

“That’s it, you’ve got this.” he murmured into your ear, feeling his own arousal pressing against your lower back. It amazed you how disciplined he was with himself, controlling himself so he could give you what you vitally needed.

It wasn’t the same for Chris though, he had already freed himself, stroking himself in an attempt to get the symptoms to subside.

You cried out when Piers’ thumb rubbed against your clit, working it in circles while his fingers curled and crooked against your G spot. Watching your captain desperately trying to reach a high was maddening, causing you to clench hard around the fingers stuffed inside of you.

“Oh god,” you all but wailed, your hips jerking with every pump of his fingers. You reach back, fingers tangling in the back of his hair to lock lips with him. You didn’t even wait to shove your tongue into his mouth, hearing him groan had your stomach tightening with excitement as well as the knot of your orgasm currently tightening itself.

You didn’t know if it was the drug, but Piers tasted good. Too good, almost sweet. You couldn’t get enough, same for the earthy, musky scent of him that was currently wrapped around you. It was intoxicating but in the best way possible.

“Fuck, you taste good.” Piers mumbled against your lips, bringing a hand to tweak and pinch at your nipple so he could watch you gasp and arch your back away from his chest.

You knew you were right on the edge, your orgasm dangling within reach in front of you. Your body trembled as the noises you let tumble from your lips became louder and more frequent.

“I’m close, oh god, I’m close-”

Piers shushed you, pressing a kiss to your temple as his fingers worked faster inside of you.

“It's alright, let go for me.”

That was all it took for you, to have you shaking against him as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks with a long, drawn out moan.

Your eyes rolled back impossibility far inside your skull as you soaked his fingers as well as your panties which were now ruined.

When you came to, you felt Piers’ thumb rubbing comforting circles into the soft flesh of your thigh.

“Is that better?” He asked, his voice soft.

You whined, even after such a mine blowing orgasm it still hadn't doused the fire inside of you. You shook your head

“I-its-”

“Not enough.” he finished your sentence for you, nodding in understanding.

“Please, I need you and Chris.” you begged, hand moving behind you to fumble with his belt desperately.

“Both of us? You sure?” He asked softly, almost in surprise. But you nodded, looking over at Chris with teary eyes.

“Please.”

“If that's what you want.” Chris obliges, joining the two of you.

Giving Piers some space, you turned around to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly to reveal what you were truly looking for.

You moaned at the sight of his bare cock, hard and leaky. Your pussy fluttered, having two cocks in front of you to satisfy you.

“Where do you want us, sweetheart?” Chris purred in your ear from behind, pressing kisses to your neck and slipping your ruined panties down until they pooled around your feet.

You whimpered “I want Piers inside,” letting out a breath, “and I want you in my mouth.”

Chris groaned at the offer, nodding his head.

“Alright, we can do that.”

Piers took hold of your hips, hands gripping them and pulling towards him until you were flat on your back, cock flush to your needy core.

“Ready?” Piers asked,

“Ready.”

With the confirmation, Piers pushes into you. Moaning as the tip of him is surrounded with the wet warmth of you. Chris follows suit, feeding his cock inside your waiting mouth. Your tongue immediately gets to work along his head, working down to his shaft until he hits the back of your throat.

You whined when Piers bottomed out inside of you, the curve of him pressing against your sweet spot. It was like he lost control to the effect of the drug. Now he was inside of you, his hips moving into you with need, your own legs hanging around them.

“Holy shit, you feel so good.”

He panted; his pretty hazel eyes trained on your trembling form.

Chris' own hips moved on their own, thrusting his cock into the warm cavern of your mouth, groaning whenever the sensitive head of him hit the back of your throat.

All you could do was lay there and take it the endless pleasure they were giving you, let them fuck the drug out of your system.

You moaned around Chris' cock when Piers slipped his fingers along your clit once more, rubbing in tantalizing circles as Chris' hands groped your breasts.

The fact you had two pairs of hands on you made this even more thrilling, clenching around Piers and working faster on Chris. Earning a moan from them both, music to your ears.

“God damnit, I'm close already.” Chris breathed out, hips jerking faster to get what he needed.

Excitement bit down on your lungs, you could feel Chris' cock twitching against the roof of your mouth. Your tongue worked faster, deepthroating him until he threw his head back and emptied himself into your waiting mouth with a moan of relief.

His gloved fingers tapped your cheek, a silent command to let up. Pulling his now soft cock from you.

“Thank fuck, finally.” he sighed in relief, the symptoms of the drug fading away.

Now it was just you and Piers.

He looked so pretty, his lips parted, and brows furrowed as he groaned from the feeling of your wet heat around him.

He leaned down, his whole body covering yours as he stuffed his face into the crook of your neck. His breath came out in bursts, hot against your already sticky skin.

“Please don't stop, please, don't stop.” you begged, your hands coming to his shoulders. Your nails dug into the fabric of his jacket as his scent envelopes you once more.

His cock stretched you out so nicely, filling you up even better as another orgasm was on the cusp of making an appearance.

You didn't even care that Chris was watching, all you wanted, needed was to come. And to make Piers come with you.

“I'm- I'm not going to last.” Piers grits his teeth, his grip on your hips tight as he pumped his own with reckless abandon.

“Me neither.” you moaned, clenching around him once more as your body trembled and your toes curled.

“Where do you want it?” He asks, mouthing at the soft skin of your neck.

“Inside! Please!”

He swallowed thickly at your response, Adams apple bobbing. His brain short circuited, groaning noisily as he filled you up with his come.

His own high triggered your own, near screaming as it hit you like a freight train. Your eyes went wide; vision spotted with stars as you finally got the sweet release you needed.

Piers collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving with yours as he tried to collect the air that'd been stolen from his lungs.

It took a while for Piers to pick himself back up and off you. But when he did, it was clear he was feeling the same relief you were too.

“Better?”

“Yeah, much better.” you reply.

“Who knew Umbrella was capable of making something like this?” Chris asked, mainly himself more than anyone.

“If I were able to, I'd take it with us for testing back in our own labs,” you chime in. “Though, it's not much use to us with no containment.”

“And we don't need anyone else getting infected with this.” Piers adds, swiping back a strand of hair that stuck to your forehead.

Piers helped you get dressed again, finding your clothes that had been scattered around the room.

He cleaned you up, cleaning the mess he and Chris made while offering positive affirmations.

“You did good, you know that?” He spoke softly, pulling your shirt over your head.

“You weren't so bad yourself, Piers.” you joked softly, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Piers just rolled his eyes and shook his head, amusement evident on his lips.

Once all your gear was back in place, you managed to stand up despite your somewhat weak legs.

Both guys had tucked themselves back in and were ready to continue.

The earpiece in everyone's ear crackled to life, one of the other soldiers speaking.

“Alpha to HQ, we've found the sample. Over.”

“Good work, move out and meet back at the chopper in five.” Chris replied, before turning his attention back to the two of you.

“They've found the sample, let's get out of there.”

The two of you nodded, following Chris.

“Yeah, before another damn sex drug infects us.” Piers murmured.

The upcoming report was going to be difficult to write.