#fallout four

Cait

Cait is rarely one to be outwardly sappy. Especially about material items. Growing up as she did with parents like hers often leaves her with a bitter feeling when given gifts. Most things Sole gives her in the early days are returned or thrown away.

Yet as with most things with Cait: she is growing. If Sole gives her plenty of time and patience, makes it clear the gifts do not have to be accepted and there are no strings attached, then Cait will slowly come around.

Cait will start to collect the trinkets and use them to decorate her space. Furthermore she will try to retrieve the gifts she had previously scorned.

Codsworth

There is little in this world codsworth wants more than to be of service and to have Sole safe. As is such his concern before accepting any gift is to ensure Sole is well.

Codsworth will decline most gifts. Think the "Oh you really shouldn't have..." routine. The exception is parts or upgrades. Or hats. He loves hats.

Curie

Curie is easy to spoil. Her eyes go wide and she covers her mouth every time. She is thrilled with every resource or book Sole brings her and will pour over every single trinket repeatedly and tell Sole excitedly what she's learnt from it.

It's easy to condition her too. She will get used to Sole bringing trinkets and whenever she sees them coming home she will rush over to offer to help carry things for them.

Danse

Pre Blind betrayal

Unfortunately the Paladin cannot accept gifts from his subordinates. He will refuse in almost every instance bar the notable exception of Fancy Lad Cakes where he will take one (1) and thank Sole before moving to the next assignment.

Post Blind Betrayal

In the early days it's a struggle to even convince Danse to eat, let alone accept gifts, so anything offered he will refuse and become upset if Sole insists. It distresses him greatly to be given gifts and things that seem rewards when he is in so much agony over who he is.

With time he will be less averse to the idea although still visibly uncomfortable. It can't be phrased as gifts for a long time and needs to be things he can pass off as necessities rather than the fact people see him as a man deserving of gifts. Things that make him feel a fraud.

After a few years he will calm more or less. He still has terrible days but he will accept most gifts and still has the same amazed flustered expression every time even if Sole has given him thousands of gifts by now. Things never get old for the Paladin.

Deacon

Deacon is curious. He will never reject a gift, not outright, but for a long time anything Sole gives him will reappear on their desk as if they never gave it to him.

But once he asks Sole are closer? He will actually acknowledge the gifts. He's never seen holding or using them but don't mistake that for a lack of gratitude. He keeps almost all of them hidden away in his room and will take care of them.

Dogmeat

Oh hell yeah treats.

Hancock

Hancock loves it and shows his appreciation with a hug or kiss on the cheek. Very European for some reason. Or just a thank you if Sole prefers.

He will take the chems they hand him and will often keep them separate to the rest of his stash. He makes good use of them and will start gifting Sole things in return. If not chems then a nice back for Sole to carry their trinkets.

MacCready

MacCready's eyes cannot lie. Even early on in knowing him the man will visibly light up if gifted a comic book or memorabilia. He takes good care of everything given to him even if he's short on space and will ask Sole to help him find a way to protect the trinkets. A folder of sorts.

Nick Valentine

Sole's gifts remind him of pre war memories. Colleagues back from holiday bringing sweets for the office or secret santa. He can't decide if it makes him more nostalgic or wary.

But the gifts themselves? He will do a bit of the "Oh you shouldn't have..." dance but he always will accept them if Sole insists. Expect to see his desk at the agency decorated in the trinkets.

Piper

Piper loves it. At first she was skeptical but she can read Blue easily enough to know when she can trust them.

That said? Most of the trinkets they give her she will very rarely keep for herself. They almost always go to Nat for her to play with or tinker with. Piper wants Nat to have the world.

Preston Garvey

Preston doesn't do the "Oh you shouldn't have..." dance. He does the "Oh you shouldn't have..." brawl. He's the final boss of "Oh you shouldn't have..."

If Sole does manage to convince him to accept the trinkets? He doesn't know what to do with them for a long time. He will hold it and look at it and put it in different places around his room before he ever settles.

He is very grateful though. Sole can give him a gift and he will still be occasionally thanking them for it months later.

Strong

I'm really sorry but I'm fairly certain he's eating it. He can taste the kindness.

X6-88

He remains a hater for the most part. Any gift or trinket will immediately be shut down in most cases with a reminder to Sole he is a Synth has therefore has no use for such things.

Hancock's quarters always smelled like recently blown out candles, damp cigarettes and the sticky residue of Nuka cola. He himself had a musk with hints of old dust, likely from his clothing, and a little bit of mint that you could never place where it came from. You could smell it on your nostrils without even having to take a deep breath.

"Ok, big inhale... There you go, that's it... Proud of you, kid. You're a pro already. You might be able to outdo me soon."

You lay back on the lumpy mattress, letting the chemicals pulse through you as you listened to Hancock's voice. It was always softer than you expected, like you could never remember how he sounded despite hanging on his every word from the moment you met him.

"That's it. Is it hitting?"

He didn't wait for an answer, he could already tell. Your eyes were half-lidded, threatening to roll completely back, and you were smiling wide, a wonky grin you had no control over.

"Good! Now you're all ready to relax... Let it happen, let everything in... I'll take care of you."

Your body was exposed in its entirety. Nude and reposed on his bed, there for pleasure with certainty.

"I'm gonna get you warmed up, 'kay? If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing right, huh?"

Hancock's hands began to slide upwards on your thighs, carressing them gently, his body falling to the bed as he let his mouth find your ankle. He kissed up your calf, then your thigh, admiring your smooth skin, enjoying the way it felt against his cheeks which were still soft, but more textured by comparison. He nuzzled against your flesh, ready to be ruined by him, his fingers following in the gentle wake of his lips, jagged nails leaving white, then red, marks that showed the journey they travelled on your body.

"Can I keep going? I wanna kiss you more, I wanna taste you."

You were sure you nodded. You intended to at least. Whether or not you conveyed it clearly was another matter. But you must have, as you were very aware of Hancock's face falling flat against your warm cunt, his flat, or missing anyway, features meaning he could get as close to you as possible.

"You ready?"

Your hand reached for the back of his head, finger tips pressing onto the smooth skin, his hat already removed and sitting to the side of the mattress. The way you pushed him into you told him the answer.

He let his wrinkled lips peck at your pussy, sweet little kisses that felt like gentle flutters over the sensitive skin there.

"Gotta keep it polite at first, I am a gentleman. Sometimes."

After a few more soft pouts that met your eager lips, he pushed out his slightly dry tongue, rough from his years of toxin intake, and he separated your folds with the point of the muscle. That first taste of you had him salivating, drooling from the corners of his mouth as soon as his tastebuds recognised you.

"You're wet, I'm wet. This is going to get messy."

Hancock preferred it that way, he would be the first to admit that.

"We're getting there now, little addition so we can see you through."

With that, he reached one of his fingers to your cunt, letting is slide into you, crooked as he reached for the exact spot he knew would have you moving, and like clockwork, he had your hips rising from the bed and your thighs closing around his shoulders.

"You like that, hm? 'Course you do, takes more than crowd work to win over your constituents. You gotta know exactly where to hit them."

His tongue flitted over your clit, tickling and teasing as his finger explored your insides, his arm pumping up and down gently, but quickly, exactly the way you liked it.

"Just a little bit more. You're doing so well. So relaxed. So happy. Good to keep your neighbours happy."

A second digit slid alongside the first, a little bit more friction, a tiny amount of stretch as he fucked you with his fingers. And to accompany the new pleasure, he clamped his lips around your clit and sucked, harder and harder until he could feel your fingers clawing at him, tearing at the thread bare fabric on the bed below you.

"That's it, almost there. But before I let that happen, tell me. Who's your guy, huh?"