Brief Fo4 React

Head up for those who this may concern: Companions are referred to by their original pronouns.

P.S. Codsworth and Nick excluded

Cait: First thing first; she’d check herself out naked in the mirror, feeling herself up, with a large grin stretched across her face, she was quite the stud. At least she didn’t look too much like her ‘old man’. She was rather lean with a fair amount of muscle, a bit taller than her usual height, and more noticeably she had a large amount of red body hair on her arms, legs, pits, groin, chest, knuckles, and even a bit of a scruff on her chin. Cait wouldn’t admit it but she was slightly disappointed with the size of her manhood, wasn’t very large pretty average, 6 inches at most, uncut, not very thick but not too thin either, and curved up slightly when erect.

Cait would strut around the settlement with a swagger She’d find walking with something between her legs feeling a bit odd and would get annoyed when she accidentally sits on her balls but would quickly adjust to it with a pair of baggy pants when she discovers that her old clothes just isn’t going to fit comfortably with her new body.

Other blokes tend to no longer take too kindly to her attitude that used to be tolerated (fights more than usual now), she finds that her punches hit a bit harder, her sexual advances or innuendos aren’t as charming as they used to be when she had her seductive “feminine” charm, and she now tends to be more easily(and noticeably)aroused. Masturbates quite a bit, lowkey always wondering how it felt for guys, all while trying to advance her handsy techniques with a bit of practice. She’d later starts flirting more than usual and would try to hook up with someone(preferably a woman) and have a glimpse on what it’s like for the guys, but ends up finishing too easily and becomes angry, annoyed, and embarrassed.

Curie:  She’s actually just fascinated by the concept of experiencing the male body and treats the whole experience as a experiment. Her male body is taller, skinny, and lean, with an acceptable amount of muscle, larger shoulders and a thicker neck. But she notices she doesn’t have a lot of body hair, just a small patch on her chest, pits, and groin with soft little hairs on her arms and legs. She later discovers that her testosterone levels are oddly low. Her penis isn’t very remarkable; as average as it gets but still finds sitting and walking a bit uncomfortable and slightly embarrassing.

She finds herself getting aroused easily by visual stimulation Sole in a tight vault suit. Curie also checks her sperm count after trying out masterbation, and finds that she is a lot more sexually sensitive than her female counterpart. Curie would also sheepishly ask Sole for sexual intercourse to experience the male end of copulation all while sporting an awkward boner while doing so. 

All in the name of science, of course...

Danse: Embarrassed, he’s just embarrassed. Danse’s she-body is still, but not excessively muscular for a female soldier. But what embarrasses him the most is that he’s *ahem* very well developed, or some would even say blessed. He has perfectly large round breasts: double D’s and a nice round luscious booty to come with are his more definineing assets. He also has more hair than the average woman on his well toned arms and legs, with a little peach fuzz above his lips. He still has his strong jaw but with a softer more pretty feminined face that flushes pink for the duration of time he’s stuck like this.

Getting dressed was hard enough, he didn’t even want to touch or look at his body much, he felt weird without his manhood between his legs when he walked or sat down, or when his large milk jugs bounced around and about since he didn’t have a bra, it made him feel very awkward and deeply uncomfortable.

It was even worse when he walked around the settlement as stiff as the countless men and women who gawked or envied at his figure and called out for his attention, this wasn’t made any better from the fact that his jumpsuit hung loosely in some places but tightly in others. Danse was even too afraid to use the restroom, so he ended up spending most of his time in the workshop to keep himself occupied and away from anyone else until this whole ordeal blows over.

Deacon: This wasn’t the first time he’s been a woman, difference is…his wiener is gone. He’s still bald and doesn’t have as much body hair as he used to, but he’s got nice boobs though: between a B or C cup. He also likes to feel himself up often, even when he’s casually walking around in public, just…squeezin’ his boobies, whatever.

Going to the restroom is weird for him though, turns out girls can’t hold it in as well as guys can apparently, well, at least for him it is. It’s nothing particularly new, Deacon’s rather nonchalant about the whole situation, he takes it as a “been there, done that” kind of thing for him. He’s already tried out being a lady in the wastes.

Deacon tries flirting around town, testing out his womanly charms. He’s tempted to have sex with the new pu-nonny he now has, but doesn’t want to do it casually with some stranger though. But at least Drummer boy is a hundred caps richer when he shows up to HQ like this.

Hancock: He is all over himself when he discovers his new body. Probably spent a good hour checking himself out in the mirror and feeling himself up. His coat barely fit him since he’s now a bit smaller with nice round hips, small feminine shoulders, perfect B cupped bosoms, slender arms, legs, and fingers.

Once Hancock got used to walking comfortable with his jerky stick gone; the mayor still  managed to rock his outfit with cleavage out and a killer strut with the sway of his hips that had all heads turning. Hancock felt pretty damn fierce and confident with his new smokin bod and decided to go and test out his new hoo-ha’s for a bit of R&R since he’s already spent the first few hours of the day finger banging himself. Hell, Hancock would probably try to find multiple willing sex partners so he could challenge himself by using all his new found orifices. He had fun.

MacCready: Robert was definitely no Miss Massachusetts with his weaselly face now taking on a more mousey appearance. He’s still a skinny little runt with bloodbug bite tits and an ass as flat as a joke from Danse. Yeeeaah he’s a bit disappointed and now a bit insecure, he didn’t have much worth fondling with. But he did look cute in his regular cloth as it sagged around his tiny little frame. Didn’t think twice when he went to the restroom, just to realize that little bobby wasn’t present down stairs, so he had to resort to sitting down like…well a girl.

MacCready dealt with his situation feeling insecure and embarrassed with tense shoulders trying to hide his blushing face under the brim of his hat when someone tried to make a pass at him or called him a little girl. He didn’t have the confidence to shout something cleaver back in response while stuck in his current state of body, just huffing and puffing with a little pout mumbling to himself that he is not “little” under his breath.

Sex was off the tables for him, the idea of being the woman during intercourse with his new lady parts was too bizarre for him to handle. Nope.

Piper: The sight of herself in the mirror surprised and startled her not just because she was now a man but for a moment, she thought she saw her dad. Once she’s come to her senses on her situation, she sighs softly and sadly at the sight of an almost similar yet familiar face.

Piper was surprisingly well built in her male body; broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, stronger arms and legs, handsome five o'clock shadow, a thick neck with one hell of an adam’s apple, less body fat than her female counterpart and she was significantly taller now. She also had pretty big hands and feet…wait a minute. “Jesus how do guys walk with these!?” Walking normally was a challenge so if anyone asked Piper why she’s walking so awkwardly she’d just tell them that it’s just a limp, she’d hurt her leg the day before, pulled a muscle, anything's better than saying that she’s got an elephant’s trunk in her pants. Piper concludes that being “hung like a horse” isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. (Stupid pre-war pornos).

Piper compliates on writing an articles about her experience “The everyday man from woman’s perspective”, though she can no longer charm hetero men, she’ll try her charm to woo some ladies for an interview or two, though flirting with women was done in an awkward and sloppy manner, some women found it a little endearing and cute, especially when it’s coming from a well built pretty boy with beautiful green eyes, shiny jet black hair, and a cute little newsboy hat. Piper was invited by multiple women for one-on-one private interviews.

Though she was more than a little curious on having sex with her new ‘tool’, there’s no way she could casually just ask someone for sex; she’d just end up a blushing embarrassed mess with jumbling words falling from her lips. This is more so when she accidentally popped a boner when she was doing her usual Blue’s booty watching routine.

Preston: Garvey isn’t one for vulgarity(much), but when he woke up with new and missing parts he slips a loud “What in the FUCK!?!” that could be heard all the way from Sanctuary to Quincy.

Preston was very well toned even in his new feminine body with C to D cupped breasts, a nicely toned booty with equally toned thighs and calves. His jaw took on a smoother shape yet his skin remained rough, his neck is slimmer and the amount of muscle he had have been reduced in his female body.

He was no doubt embarrassed by the change in his sex making him feel odd and slightly disoriented since his body took on such a sudden change in anatomy. Though the circumstances he’s currently in is odd, being the responsible man…or woman he is, he still must attend his daily patrols in the morning.  Luckily for him his usual attire covered him up well enough so that no one would really notice at first glance of his new appearance. Even though he didn’t want to bring too much attention to his sudden change of appearance, he failed to hide his change of voice when greeting one of the settlement’s residents, who did a double take of the minuteman who they thought was a man.

2. Cooking Headcanon

MacCready’s decent at best when it comes to cooking at the very least. After years of living off of cave mold and mysterious meat back at Little Lamplight, most of the common wasteland food is considered pretty damn good to those in Big Town. 

He knows the basics of boiling, cooking, and steaming his food, and he keeps it nice and simple.

He usually prefers packaged foods, which usually only needs to be heated up since it’s usually quicker and more convenient when on the road.

He also occasionally goes out hunting for some meat on special occasions and throws some fruits and veggies in that has grown in his farm for a more exotic taste.

6. Hugging Headcanon

7. Kissing Headcanon

MacCready is very self-conscious of his kisses, he’s well aware of his rotting teeth and bad breathe so he tends to chew gum or drink some heavy alcohol(which becomes another problem in of itself) to somewhat cover the “imperfections” of his smooches. His kisses are usually small, simple, and chaste for these reasons in the beginning, but are eventually deepened as his insecurities melt away as he gets closer to his partner or when he’s in the heat of the moment when things get a little hot and heavy.

8. Sex Headcanon

It’s been quite some time since MacCready has been truly intimate with another body besides just causal fucking after Lucy’s passing, so it’d be expected for him to be pretty pent-up after only having his hand relieve his desires after such a long while.

 MacCready is usually if not always the first to finish, he can hold out a bit longer in the next few rounds after, but he always finishes within the first few minutes(or even seconds) of the first round.

MacCready has deep insecurities about his performance which is why he usually prefers to be on the submissive or receiving end while having sex.

3. Sleeping Headcanon

Deacon’s a weird sleeper to say the least(that is if he’s ever caught sleeping at all). Sometimes he sleeps butt ass naked, some other times Sole finds him in bed wearing power armor. He also sleeps in multiple positions, whether his limbs are sprawled out all over the bed, he’s curled up in a blanket ball, sometimes he’s sleeping on the floor with one foot on the bed, or he’s lying face down with his butt in the air. Sole still wonders if he’s actually sleeping or just putting up another front when they go to check up on him.

9. General Physical contact Headcanon

Deacon isn’t one who likes to get touched, period. Try to surprise hug him, he’ll curve the fuck out of you and let you fall on your face, crack a joke then laugh at you. Oddly enough he is rather touchy, especially if someone mentions they too don’t like to be touched. A poke on the rib and cheek here, and a slap on the back or butt there, if there’s a way to entertain himself then he’ll sure as hell will take full advantage of yours or anyone else’s misery and discomfort.

16. Anger Headcanon

Deacon is very good at holding his temper, the last time he became truly furious, he basically slaughtered the whole group of the old gang he used to run with. Whether this is true or not, Deacon has seen and done terrible things in the fits of blind rage, so he suppresses those emotion very well and it’s extremely rare to make him enraged. Even when there’s even a slight sign of him truly starting to lose his temper he’ll usually walk away before anything escalates to cool off.

17. Soft spot Headcanon

This was in the works for WAY too long, so I’m gonna break this prompt up into two. Featuring: Cait, Codsworth, Curie, Danse, and Deacon

Part Two Featuring: Hancock, MacCready, Nick, Piper, and Preston

Stay tune for part two! 

Cait: it would take a LOT of persuading and caps to get this feisty redhead to watch over the little tot. Even after Cait reluctantly agrees to take care of Shaun, she’d immediately regret the decision if Shaun’s particularly hyper that day.

 Cait has no idea how to hold babies or how to even handle them on that matter, she’s afraid she might accidently hurt the damn kid so she tends to hold him under his arms, arms length away from her; mostly because he vomited on her once. She’d get easily irritated and frustrated with the kid since he doesn’t seem to know how to stand still for one god damn second with him waddling around all over the place, climbing on top of literally everything, and putting anything he finds in his mouth. Cait also absolutely HATES it when the toddler gets sticky with his food and gets his nasty little baby fingers in her hair and there is NO WAY IN HELL even for all the caps in the world is she going to wipe Shaun’s dirty little baby ass when he shits himself(she’s done at this point).

 Cait reluctantly asks the assistance from Codsworth or that egghead nurse for help when she can’t handle taking care of the little shite, especially when he starts crying, desperately asking anyone to shut the kid up. When Cait actually does get the hang of taking care of Shaun, she starts to find him kind of cute from the way he bubbles with laughter at something she does like beating up his teddy bear, or how he swings his little arms around trying to imitate her, and how he can barely repeat the words she says in that adorable garbled gibberish of baby language(and thankfully he can’t since Cait doesn’t have the cleanest vocabulary). If Cait actually has time to sit down and watch the kid calmly play with his toys, she’d be engrossed by how innocent and uncorrupted he is since it’s such a rare sight to see in such a fucked up world, it just really has her reflecting on some things…at the end of the day, Sole would find them in Shaun’s room passed out with Shaun sleeping soundly in his crib, gripping one of Cait’s fingers with her passed out by his crib with wild (messier) hair with one hand in Shaun’s crib and the other holding his rattle.

Codsworth: He’s arguably the first companion Sole should go to, to take care their little “bundle of joy” since he is programed to care for children and infants. Nothing would make him more happy than to watch over his master’s child. It brings him absolute joy to watch the young lad waddle around with that adorable smile on his face, playing with his clean post-war toys, and attempting to say his name “Cads! Wahfff!” It’s innocents like baby Shaun that fills him up with glee considering how the whole world ended up so corrupt, broken, and in pieces. 

Codsworth is always sure be on alert when watching over the young boy, hovering close behind him, always making sure he’s well fed, pulling him away from places he wants to climb up on, keeping him away from something that can potentially be dangerous, knowing what to do when he starts acting up, and is always there to change him when he makes a stinky.

 Even though the world has ended, the feeling of family and community is lively in Sanctuary once again simply because of the innocent laughter of the Sole Survivor’s baby that brings a smile to all of the other residents in his presence. Codsworth is overall a great babysitter and Sole comes home with their baby sleeping soundly with the nearby Mr.Handy gently rocking his crib with one of his pinchers.

Curie: Like Codsworth, Curie was equally capable to care for the tot during his parent’s absence, that is until she got her synthetic body and is now capable of a more affectionate approach when he’s under her care. Curie is absolutely delighted to be in any contacts with the boy or any child really, she loves children and babies (or at least is fascinated by them), especially Sole’s little nursling and acts as a motherly figure when his parent is absent.

 She honestly doesn’t mind changing his diapers or cleaning up his baby vomit; babies will be babies, in fact she also tends to aid other companions who have been trusted to babysit Shaun quite often. Curie is always sure that the boy is in good health and regularly gives him a daily check up, she also recommends that he gets some sort of vaccination shots due to literally anything that can fatally make him ill(with Sole’s permission of course).

 Shaun is fond of Curie because of her sweet gentle nature and her soft motherly voice that’s very soothing for him to listen to which makes tucking him to bed a lot easier. Curie is very active in her babysitting duties by engaging in play time with him, being sure he doesn’t hurt himself, helping him walk by holding his tiny hands in case he trips, reading him stories, and attempting to help improve his speech “Cwoo ieeee!”(Curie). She also handles his hissy fits very well by asking and checking him if anything is wrong, then she’d gently cradle and sway him in her arms, softly singing to him until his crying fades to soft sleepy whimpers. Curie would put the boy in his crib then reward herself by resting in a nearby chair with a book in hand to occupy the time while awaiting Sole’s return.

Danse: The youngest child Danse has ever dealt with was an 8-year-old local Rivet City kid who was stealing from his junk stand, and he occasionally interacted with the squires, but BOS soldiers with children of their own are usually the more preferable mentors to work with the children. Babies on the other hand are completely out of his experience of expertise when dealing with children, and judging by what settlers and other fellow BOS soldiers who are parents have to say about dealing with toddlers are well…they’re quite the handful. 

Danse has no idea how Sole managed to persuade him into watching over their son while they’re gone or WHY out of anyone else would they put the care of their son in HIS hands, he’s a soldier not a babysitter. *Hancock, Deacon, MacCready, Cait, Piper, and maybe Nick all sit down and crack open some rum and Nuka Cola to watch the power armored asshat take care a hyper active toddler*. Danse had to remove his power armor, afraid of hurting the boy since he can’t necessarily be gentle in it, he had to hold Shaun’s tiny hand with his power armored thumb and index finger. Little Shaun had Danse always on edge when watching over him especially since he has so much energy. This kid was a nightmare, running around all over the place, he couldn’t keep still, the moment Danse took his eyes off him, he ran off sending Danse into panic mode whether or not if the kid is climbing on the power armor again or checking out the nearby mole rat hole. He wouldn’t even stop squirming around when Danse held him by the back of his onesie, arms length away to avoid the boy’s stench (Shaun made a stinky), watching the tot wiggle his little arms and legs around giggling hysterically (besides the poopy undies) he’s gotta admit it was pretty cute. 

Danse panicked when Shaun started crying and desperately tries to calm him down by bouncing him up and down in his arms resulting with Shaun vomiting all over the Paladin’s chest (Danse:*sighs forever*). Danse asks for help from Codsworth or Curie especially when it comes to cleaning up Shaun’s diaper. The boy does eventually settle down to play with his toys, giving Danse a brief moment to breathe and work on his armor and weapons while keeping an eye on the boy. Danse makes sure that Shaun’s well fed with what Sole has provided for him and even gives Shaun one of his fancy lads when he’s given those puppy eyes ruffling the young boy’s hair as he noms on his snack. 

Shaun also seems to like being held by Danse, always reaching up to him with his little hands asking for “up-sies”, which is the most adorable thing Danse has ever seen even though the tot touches his chest often thinking his pecs are boobs(really hard muscular boobs). Sole comes home to see both of them asleep on the couch with Danse lightly resting a large hand on the little tot’s back as Shaun peacefully sleeps on the Paladin’s chest with a children’s book sprawled out forgotten on the floor besides the pair.

Deacon: When he was trusted to watch over Sole’s kid, he briefly considered stalking Sole after they’ve left the settlement with the kid tagging along, but decided it wasn’t worth blowing his cover or potentially getting Shaun hurt. Deacon picks Shaun up to see what he’ll be dealing with. He’s dealt with kids before but he’s not super familiar with babies though. Shaun’s little hands reached out for Deacon’s glasses as Deacon happily complied holding the kid closer to him as Shaun removed his sunglasses and started gnawing at them, “yeah…How bad could it be?” he said to himself smiling, until Shaun burped up vomit onto the sunglasses and both their hands, “Oh boy”. 

Deacon surprisingly handles Shaun very well with the basics of child care all while trying to make the young boy laugh in the process. Changing Shaun’s diaper wasn’t much of a problem for him, he’s smelled worse before, but tries to make Shaun laugh by over exaggerating his disgust “HOOO boy little buddy!! That was a stinker!” If Shaun starts acting up it’s up to Uncle Deacon to calm him down by bouncing him in his arms softly while soothing his back until the little buddle has calmed down. Deacon luckily had just as much energy as Shaun since they both spent many hours of the day playing. The highlights of their time together consists of Deacon dressing up Shaun in cloths too big for the tot that had both of them giggling uncontrollably, they made faces and funny noises at each other causing Shaun to go into a gurgling fit of laughter as Deacon chuckled at how adorably amused the toddler was, playing with Shaun’s little limbs, making him do impressions of various wasteland animals, picking him up and making rocket ship noises, and having Shaun ride on top of his shoulders as the two rascals went around the settlement.

May have over did this one…

Relationship thoughts on Sole Survivor headcanon

Nick: It really is a breath of fresh air for Nick to see someone so selfless, kind, and borderline heroic in this god forsaken wasteland. The same can’t be said about most people in the Commonwealth or even back before the bombs dropped. He’s amazed how a live pre-war relic from the past has adapted so well into this world they’ve been thrust into and he genially idolizes them for that since it took quite a good while for him to get the hang of this new world. Most people from before the war would have simply gone mad and most who’ve turned to ghouls have, but out of all people, this one person has gone hell and back just to find their stolen son and even took the time to help others along the way. 

Minutemen: It seriously takes one hell of a person to rebuild a WHOLE militia from the ground up. Simply saying that he’s impressed in one hell of an understatement. He always knew something about Sole was different and he’s damn proud to help and go with them along the way to truly change the Commonwealth for the better.

Railroad:Having Sole help this organization keeps his nerves(or circuits) at bay, knowing Sole isn’t just another bigoted wastelander who demoralizes synths based on rumors and fear. Those people can really use a helping hand and he’s well aware of what Sole’s capable of, leaving the Railroad and their synths in good hands.

Deacon: It’s fairly new to him to see someone so generous in the wasteland. Most do gooders usually get themselves killed or scammed by most wasteland scum, he initially thinks they’re just another naïve vault dweller who’ll end up as another unfortunate life lost in the Commonwealth but watching them for the last few months before they found the Railroad and surviving all this time all while helping others along the road with no interest of a reward in return is well…gives him this feeling of…hope? He’d tends to tease them for being a little goody two shoes for having such selfless priorities but he finds it admirable all the same because he is well aware of the fact that generosity and genuine selflessness is in very short supply in this new world. 

Minutemen: Deacon has already expressed his doubts in the minutemen due to their failures in the past. He’s hesitant to say the least about Sole taking this failed militia under their wing, but based on what he’s seen Sole accomplish there might be a sliver of hope that they could turn this militia around for the better and prevent making the mistakes already made in the past.

Kissing Headcanon: 

Deacon’s kisses, well…may vary. He can be very goofy with his kisses such as occasionally biting his partner’s lip and in the most unsexiest way possible. He’s the kind of asshole who’ll hang onto their lower lip refusing to let go or putting in a little to much tongue during a make out session to the point where he’s basically drooling all over his partner(probably lick their cheek while he’s at it). But he can be very cute about it too, giving Sole a quick peak on the cheek, lips, or nose before they leave for a mission. He also loves to hide in various places and gives his partner a surprise kiss when they’re near his hiding spot, but he can’t take sexy kisses serious for very long and start giggling during a hot and heavy make out session to the point where he’s outright laughing when they pull away.

Sex Headcanon:

   Alright, my first ask! It took quite some time and I sort of over did it, but I had fun with this one. I assume companions are on friendly terms with Sole, yet interested.

After clearing out the Boston Mall of super mutants, Sole and (companion) searched a photo boutique that Sole breifly mentioned she’d once worked at to pay off her tuition for law school. When they entered the office, Sole occupied herself by trying to unlock a nearby safe while her companion scavenged the desk. After looting some caps,(companion) noticed a file that was pristine enough to make out Sole’s name written on the side. When curiosity got the better of them, they opened up the file revealing a few photos of Sole posing in an erotic matter in VERY revealing attire. One featureing Sole lounging in a fancy chair in black lacy lingerie with tight thigh high stockings and garter belts, with a pretty damn fine view of her rear that’s tightly hugged by her panty showing off it’s plump features while presenting the lovely line of her spine up her back, ending with the over the shoulder glance. Then another photo, with Sole sporting a different pair of lingerie colored white with a pair of stockings and a corset that pushed her bust up and out while Sole posed with her finger coyly placed in her mouth as she stretched out and paraded her long softly toned slender legs. The final photo confirmed that YES, these photos of the very voluptuous woman is indeed Sole, for it was a close up of the woman in question with full lips painted bright red and her busty breasts barely coved by the lace of her bra, gazing at the camera with a seductive slight smirk and the ‘come hither’ look in her eyes.

Cait flipped through all three of the photos taking in the scene before her. Damn she knew Sole was a nice piece of ass considering they always wear that tight vault suit but this was a more than a welcomed surprise. “Oy Sole!” before Sole could stand up from her crouch, Cait walked over and gave her a hard slap on the ass causing Sole to let out a startled yelp before jolting straight up, giving Cait the side eyed glare while rubbing her surely now bruised bum while Cait simply laughed at her reaction. “check out this great piece of arse I found for yah!”, she said while teasingly waving the photos around making sure Sole couldn’t snatch them back from her. Oh yeah, Cait’s definitely keeping these as souvenirs, who knows maybe she could sell them for a good wholesome of caps or better yet use them as leverage on Sole so she’d get certain ‘favors’ from Sole herself. This’ll be an interesting night for both women.

Curie was mesmerized by Sole’s voluptuous physique, beautifully glorified by the suggestive attire and camera work by the photographer. She was so entranced by the images she yelped in surprise when Sole lightly tapped on her shoulder when she noticed the synthetic doctor didn’t answer her question on her findings. “I didn’t mean to intrude Mademoiselle, my apologies for my curiosity has once again unfortunately have gotten the better of me”, Curie exclaimed slightly flustered. “I’ve noticed you’re quite the shapely woman Madame, but this leaves very little to the imagination, no?”, she admitted, holding out the photos for Sole to see. Curie’s adorable curiosity and slight embarrassment made it less humiliating for Sole as she explained why those photos were taken, all the while Curie continues to ‘examine’ her fellow companion’s shapely physique.

Codsworth: “Oh dear! Mum, it appears your employer decided to keep a few ‘souvenirs’.” The Mister Handy remembered the earlier years of which his mistress worked part time jobs to help pay off her tuition. He recalls one instance in which his mistress sent a letter with naughty images of herself addressed to her spouse who was over seas at the time, with the purpose for them to “remember what they’re missing back home” as his mistress proclaimed it  (ah, the passion of married couples back in the good ol’ days). 200 hundred years later just to discover that her employer at the time seemed to also have been fond of Sole’s very womanly figure just as much as their spouse, for them to keep a few photos of their employee which also raised the question if they’ve kept other photos of their other clients or employees? Never the less, the mister handy would return the photos to their rightful owner for whatever which she wishes to do to them.

Danse was expecting an employee’s profile or a report of some sort describing Sole’s employment in this emporium. But discovering such scandalously lewd photos of the solider under his command has left him stunned and blushing from ear-to-ear. He’s “tried” to not pay too much attention to her rather ample figure during their travels, which has been proven difficult, especially when she insists on wearing that damn skin tight vault suit. Even the brotherhood’s uniform hugs her feminine frame outstandingly. “Kn-Knight! C-Care to explain what EXEACTLY your job was in this establishment in particular?”, his words didn’t come out as smoothly as he hoped, mentally face palming himself. Unfortunately Sole just HAD to lean over the desk that was between her and the paladin to inspect the photos he held out for her to examine, and Sole just HAPPENED to have her jumpsuit partially zipped down enough for him look down at her lovely bosoms. Refusing to ogle at her any longer, he quickly shifts his gaze over her shoulder just to end up gawking at her rear as she was partially bent over the desk. At this point, his face was as red as a tato just for the color deepen as he found himself picturing how much better the view of her rear would be if only he were behi- “Damn it Paladin!! This is completely inappropriate and unacceptable! This is no way for a paladin of the brotherhood of steel to observe their subordinates! This is absolutely unprofessional!” he mentally scolded himself. It’s going to be a looooong awkward night for these two.

Like Danse, Deacon expected a pre-war profile of Sole’s past employment to this run down business, expecting some inside perspective of what Sole used to be like 200 years ago but just ended up finding her super sexy dirty little secret. Oh yeah, he’s definitely going to take advantage of the leverage he’s got on her now. “Damn boss, got any other juicy secrets, that I defiantly 100% already know!” he laughed waving the photos around with a mischievous quirk of his brow. Mortified, Sole tried to snatch the photos from him with little to no success as Deacon tried to keep distance between Sole and her sexy photos as he ran away from her grabby hands, playing a game of cat and mouse around the desk where the photos were originally discovered. When Sole eventually caught the slippery spy, she reached out to try to grab the photos away from him with Deacon laughing his ass off while stretching out his arm that clutched the photos far enough away from her grasps with the other holding the embarrassed vault dweller back by the shoulder while trying not to slip with all this struggling and accidently grope her…or should he take the risk..?..Her boobies looked awfully soft and squeezably nice compared to the ones he had when he was a woman. He’ll definitely get one hell of an ass whoopin from the vault dweller who’s been proclaimed as the most dangerous woman in the commonwealth, but it’ll defiantly be worth it. B)

Hancock lounges back in the chair by the deck propping his feet up with a goofy grin on his face, taking in the sight before him. He’ll make damn sure that these images of Sole in those kinds of positions will be etched into his memory for later when he has some private time. Nowadays it’ll be a goddamn miracle to find attire like that anymore and to see someone like Sole dressed in them? “Shit sister, got any more of these back home?” he called out checking Sole out in the corner of his eye all while still gawking at her photos. He gave the photos one last look before handing them over to Sole and started to crack up laughing at the sudden change of her expression from confusion to a wide eyed blushing mess. Good ol’ mayor Hancock kept on complementing on the flustered vault dweller’s assets while trying to find a more suitable place to camp for the night. It’s moments like these where’d he just loves to relentlessly tease her for the whole night, silently hoping for something, anything to escalate.

MacCready couldn’t stop the sudden rush of blood going to his face and other places when his eyes landed on the perverted photos of his employer. If Sole just wearing that stupid vault suit wasn’t bad enough already, now he has physical photos of her wearing little to no cloths that might as well be borderline pornographic with her positioned in such a way that makes him- “Hey, RJ did you find something?” Sole just finished looting the items from the locked safe, snapping MacCready back to reality. Before she could turn around to face him, he quickly stuffed the photos into his coat and tried to play it cool but his flustered face says other wise. “You alright hotshot?”, Sole asked, noticing the red hue across his face with a slight hint of sweat across his forehead. “Y-Yeah, it’s nothing, just found a bunch of crap-CAPS just caps…uh here, boss.” He handed the caps over to the confused vault dweller while tugging his cap over his face before walking off claiming that he needs to ‘cool off’, later returning back to camp, slightly out of breathe, yet still somewhat flustered but with a satisfied look on his face.

Nick let out a soft chuckle “Well, what do we have here?”, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out that Sole is quite a full-figured woman but damn, if the vault suit didn’t already leave little to the imagination…well, with the right parts, good ol’ detective Valentine might’ve been a little hot under the collar. But those legs sure did get the coolant pumping. “Hey kid, uh I don’t mean to bring up the old-world rivalry but uh, I’m pretty sure ‘posing for pin-up’ isn’t something you should put on a resume for a defense attorney”. he sniggered passing the photos over to the dame in blue. “I suggest you keep those locked up tight somewhere safe” Sole shot him an irritated glare causing the synth detective to openly start laughing at her reaction “you know what I mean, kid” if he could blush, he’d be steaming red from embarrassment.

Piper’s face was flushed with a pretty shade of pink from embarrassment, slight arousal, with a pinch on envy. She knew Sole had a body of a pin-up girl but she’d never thought she’d see the day where Sole is actually posing for one. Well a girl can dream right?…not that she thought about it to much or anything…”Hey Blue, you’ve never told me you’ve posed for pin-up before!” After taking the photos from the nosy reporter, Sole started to flush red and shoved them into her pack  “Woah ,woah come on Blue, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” (she just wanted to look at the pictures again). After setting up camp for the night, Piper kept trying to get an ‘interview’ from the ex pin-up girl “come on blue, this will definitely get some papers pushed around, with maybe a few references, this article would be a hit!” Hopefully the reporter’s charisma will work it’s charm.

Disclaimer: Some graphic cringe content 

Hancock

Hands down the chilliest fucking roommate you’ll ever have.

Is usually always high, mostly because he bored.

Playfully flirts with most of the companions.

He’ll ask Sole’s permission to use the stuff at the settlement, even eating the food available there(it’s their stuff after all).

Will sometimes go hunting with MacCready for something to eat since he’s not fond of mooching off of food Sole has provided.

Would often sing along with the radio out loud.

He’s a night owl, he’ll be up drinking and getting high, laughing it up with whom ever is present.

Is rather rowdy in the late hours, but isn’t intentionally trying to disturb anyone sleeping(unless it’s Danse).

Sleeps in the day time, sometimes in his room or in a comfy chair leaning back with his hat in his face. 

Sleeps fully clothed(he’s easily cold)if it’s hot out, he sleeps in the nude.

Smokes indoors, he’ll stop if asked(nicely).

Very social with the other companions, always strikes up a conversation with them.

Doesn’t clean up after himself, leaves empty jet inhalers all over the place.

There have been times when a few settlers or caravan guards have left his room in the morning after a night of drinking.

If he could, he’d walk around naked, he’s done it before when he was drunk with Deacon that one time.

MacCready

Jacks your shit(usually only comics, magazines, or hologames) but he’ll bring it back.

Tends to sleep long hours, especially after a night of drinking.

Is very grumpy in the morning or whenever he decides to get out of bed, needs his morning beer or Nuka Cola.

Removes his hat and coat when turning in for the night, unless Sole provides him so sleepwear(a comfortable t-shirt and a pair pajama pants).

Is easily irritated(becomes a grouchy baby) when the other companions are too noisy when he’s sleeping.

If the survivor is willing to let him live under their roof, then he could help himself to their food, right?

Has experience farming, so he’d help provide by doing some gardening.

 Respects Sole enough to smoke outside when told too.

Sometimes sits around and reads Sole’s comics for hours on end all while chain smoking.

Occasionally flirts with Piper, Cait, and even Curie.

Has been caught playing with pre-war children’s toys(got super embarrassed and grumpy).

Briefly becomes addicted to holotape games and couldn't get off the terminal for days(until Sole forced him to outside).

Cracks sarcastic jokes most of the time,only Deacon and Hancock find it amusing(and maybe Sole).

Probably has the messiest room out of all the companions.

Is smelly(rarely baths).

Nick Valentine

Prefers to be at his agency getting work done, than sitting around at Sole’s settlement.

Is pretty quiet.

Keeps his place neat and tightly...usually(has a lot of paper work).

Spends most of his time either reading, tinkering, or going through his case files.

Would usually chat with the other companions wanting to get to know them, learning what makes them tick.

Covertly chats with Deacon about the rail road.

Mostly hangs out with Piper and Dogmeat.

Enjoys giving Curie advice about the wasteland and explaining quirks about human behavior(finds her curiosity adorable).

Doesn’t sleep, he’s usually the one to watch over the settlement at night.

Grampa of the group, scolds Sole or any of the other companions when they’re acting up or are being too rowdy.

Doesn’t eat(much), but curiously drinks coffee.

Doesn’t wear hats or smoke indoors(he’s polite that way).

Hangs his hat and coat when getting comfortable.

Will offer help to Sole when building up the settlement.

Sits on the porch with the local settlement cat(s) on his lap.

Can spend hours chain smoking outside, waiting for Sole to return.

Nick spends some time helping Danse cope after his personal quest, sympathizing with him despite their past hostility towards each other.  

Piper

Tends to forget to clean up after herself, but is super apologetic when reminded to do so.

Sleeps in a tank top or a large tee shirt with pajama pants.

Mostly hangs around Dogmeat and Nick.

Like Nick, she removes her coat and cap when she’s getting comfortable.

Doesn’t particularly have a weird sleep schedule(unless intoxicated).

On a good day, she’d celebrate by hitting the bar and ruins the evening when she gets a bit too drunk.

Tends to chain smoke outside with a few other companions.

Interrogates the other companions for more information about Sole, their faction, or just for an interesting story(it'd sometimes gets annoying).

Isn’t skilled in tinkering, but she knows how to garden.

Mostly eats the sweets at Sole’s place, she’s also fond of coffee.

Don’t let her cook, she sometimes burns the food.

Also likes to humor Curie about human quirks.

Usually brushes off flirtatious advances from Cait, MacCready, and Hancock.

 Only joins in on pranks if the target annoyed her that day or if she’s intoxicated.

She’s guilty of looking through Sole’s stuff when they’re gone.

Likes to read any pre-war books or magazines Sole provides, she’s even played with some of the hologames.

Preston

He’s a farmer boy so he helps out with the crops.

Is a decent cook, his best dish is vegetable soup.

Likes to check up on everyone he’s living to see how they’re doing.

Is always working, he’s either on patrol, gardening, helping around the settlement, or tinkering(even though it isn’t his strong suit) he rarely takes a break from work.

On his time off, he reads whatever he gets his hands on and can spend hours reading books and magazines.

Always goes to the bar during after hours, but never drinks enough to get drunk(usually).

Patrols at night, he doesn’t sleep well.

When he does sleep, he snores, loudly.

Takes him quite some time to get comfortable, but eventually settles down in regular settler’s attire.

Is the friendliest companion out of the bunch.

He always stops to pet the local settlement animals, especially Dogmeat(and they all love him for it).

Cleans up after himself, he even does his own laundry(his mother taught him better). 

Likes to listen to Codsworth and Nick about the world before the bombs.