#corpo!reader

[wxnheart]

want...more...adam smasher headcanons... im obsessed with how well you characterize him. could you do something with how hed be as reader'd get closer with him? thank you for considering :]]

Smasher doesn't deviate from his baseline. Much. Unless you consider being an asshole (lovingly) to be his baseline. So, choom, here's a little list of how you know Smasher's down bad for ya 🖤:

Adam Smasher violates your personal space. A lot. Like... a lot. Like a cat. An aggressively affectionate cat. Complete with the mechanical whirring that is his purrs of satisfaction.

He also violates others' personal space when conversing with you. Like your co-workers. Especially your co-workers.

Smasher lets you get away with shit he'd NEVER allow under normal circumstances. Like your horrible decor for one. That he may or may not destroy.

Also, he lets you talk his head off. If only because he likes the way you rub it.

He's also willing to entertain your horrible pick-up lines. Doesn't stop him from shutting you down with love, though.

Speaking of decor, you ever notice how it's missing and... replaced with some of his own? Or preference, at least.

He's also oddly protective and gentle with you. Sometimes. Randomly, too. And only when he feels like it. If that confuses you, then that's the Smasher way, you guess...

Smasher knows people who know people who also know people, and as a result, he helps you know people... while also wondering how the hell you get your job because how do you not know these people? What the fuck do you do all day?

Chuckling when you call him a cut of fuckable chrome. Ah, you're cute...

[wxnheart]

Being in a relationship with Adam Smasher would consist of (Corpo!Reader):

You wondering how the fuck it happened.

Everyone else wondering how the fuck it happened.

Becoming the talk of Arasaka and Night City simply because it fucking happened (how???).

Meanwhile, Smasher doesn't think much of the hoopla and speculation because he'd BEEN claimed you as his. He doesn't call just anyone a cut of fuckable meat.

Finding out that apparently, Adam has something of a nickname for you. Asking him yields zero answers.

You turning the tables and calling him a cut of fuckable chrome and to your surprise, he responds with a simple "Heh."

Living but... not living with him. Not really. He's almost always gone anyway. It's also really your place but Adam made himself comfortable and... the rest is history, you guess.

You're actually more likely to see him when you're at work because he's practically taken over your office, too. By just sitting there.

Smasher liking to scare the ever-living shit out of you. He doesn't talk unless necessary; whenever the quiet ambiance of your space is broken by him suddenly talking, you tend to jump. And it amuses him.

Wondering what Smasher's doing or thinking about whenever he's silently making a dent in your office couch. Apparently, he's mostly watching you. Because you're his cut of fuckable meat of course.

Smasher isn't one for jealousy (so he would have you believe) because who the fuck would be dumb enough to challenge him for what's his? However, he can and will reinforce his claim should some pathetic fuck try their luck with you. This... surprises you? ...Why does this surprise you? This is Adam Smasher we're talking about.

Rubbing that big chrome dome of his, and Smasher going "Mmmm," but because he's borg'd the fuck up, it's an oddly soothing low mechanical purring. This is perhaps the only other sound you've ever heard him make.

Sometimes, when you're tired of working, you'll just slump down on the couch and lean against Adam. And he'll let you, too. For a little bit. Then he'll be an asshole and go, "Can you really afford to take a break now?" Fuck off, Smasher.