even angels can be sinful

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is almost medical with him, though it’s hardly by his hands alone. He’s a bit selfish, cleaning himself first (if he can move) before worrying about you. He’s usually completely spent, relying on the biografts to tidy up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Subspace is far from fond of his body. It’s weak and rotting, and no matter how much he tries to ignore it, those years of being called ‘unsightly’ have gotten to him. But because of that, he knows just how important his mind is. Who cares what he looks like? He has the smarts to make up for it, doesn’t he?

He’s partial to your face. Your expressions are easy to read, even if you try to hide them. It’s nice not having to worry about ulterior motives when yours are projected on your features. He likes seeing those features twist in pleasure, mouth open in a moan as you lose control of your own face.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is slightly pink, whether from rot or blood you don’t know, but he always insists on making sure it never touches you. He’s one of the few inphernals who actually use condoms.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Subspace likes to keep track of you, either by getting one of his robots to monitor you or installing a secret camera and watching you himself while he’s away. He knows it’s invasive to not tell you, but surely you understand the need for a control test, right?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty much none. He was always caught up in work before the rot and after there’s hardly anyone who would want to. But he’s familiar with the anatomy of a body. He’s a quick learner and the type to write down how you react to certain stimuli.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He usually just goes for whatever's easiest. Mobility is a little hard for him, and so is any position that requires a lot of energy. His personal favorite is one where he gets to sit back and watch you fuck yourself on his cock. Without having to worry about staying up, he can fully take in your reactions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s pretty serious because he knows one little mistake could put both you and him in danger.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Inphernals don’t really grow body hair. Though even if they did, the rot would make him incapable of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance is a pointless thought to him. While he understands the desire for it, he considers himself above it. He’ll scoff at your attempts to get closer to him, yet allow you to do so either way. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s used to repressing his sexual desires or being too exhausted from work to even think about it. Though once he’s realized just how much he’s been missing out on, it becomes one of his favorite ways to relieve stress — teeth bared in a snarl as he furiously fucks his fist, trying to get his mind off whatevers been frustrating him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Experimenting - It’s not something (lethally) dangerous, more like testing your limitations and seeing how much your body can handle. Things like pumping you full of drugs or seeing how many times he can deny your orgasm before you cry. He would do them on himself, but his body is weak as is. 

Dacryphila - Being a sadist, he’s always been drawn to the way you look crying from his doing. It doesn’t even have to be from pain, he’s plenty satisfied if he can get you to cry from overstimulation as well. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nowhere near his working lab, contamination and all that. He prefers somewhere private with a bed he can pass out on afterwards. Though most people avoid his area altogether, so there’s no worry about someone hearing or seeing you. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You’ve become one of his favorite ‘rewards’ after completing an assignment. The thrill and adrenaline of finishing something leaves him more excited than he’d like to admit. Plus, with the justification of doing his job, he doesn’t see the harm in fucking you as a compensation.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While his kinks can get pretty deprived, it’s easy for him to get turned off. Sometimes it happens randomly, his cock softening before you can even register what went wrong. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It’s almost impossible for him to give you oral due to the rot and poison, but he does love receiving it. The sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, eyelashes batting away your tears as you try not to choke is worthy of being called ‘art’. His favorite part is when he cums and he has to pull it out of your mouth and release on the ground, your whine of denial almost making up for the fact that he can’t make you swallow.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can’t go more than a mild pace, too weak to fuck you into the ground like he wants to. Though if he’s really desperate to see you ruined, he could always get one of his bots to do it for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t see the appeal of quickies. Isn’t it better to take your time and enjoy watching you fall apart? If he were to do them, it’d be out of frustration and as a way to clear his mind before going right back to work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Subspace loves experimenting if it’s at your expense. Things that could pose a danger to him are no-go, but if it mainly falls to you he’s all for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His stamina is pretty bad. He doesn’t recover energy like the rest do, so sex is usually limited to one or two rounds. Anymore than that and he’s running on sheer willpower and desire.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Subspace loves toys, he’s the type who will custom-make some just to use on you. Since his own body is pretty weak, he’ll make a simple sex machine to satisfy you when he can’t. He also likes to make sure you’re always ready to take him, plugging you up with a toy and keeping you nice and stretched out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Subspace can be pretty mean to you, especially since you always sound so much cuter when you’re begging for him to touch you. He could go hours while teasing you, ignoring his own arousal just to see you drown in yours.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

With the way his mouth is he isn’t the loudest, what noises he does make usually come from his chest or the back of his throat. Not like you could tell from your own sounds.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He actually really likes soft sex, although he hates to admit it. Sometimes he’ll pump you high off drugs and wait until you get all tender and pliant, just to fuck you sweet and gentle. Like at Blackrock is lonelier than you can imagine, and he’d hate to drive away the only person keeping him company.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His cock is long and thin, almost fragile looking. The veins are a faint pink, trailing down from his tip and tapering off at the base. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His libido is pretty subdued, the constant pain he’s in and overload of work the higher-ups drop on him usually squash his sex drive. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Subspace falls asleep almost immediately, and if he doesn’t then he’s usually just going back to work. Sex takes a lot out of him, so don’t expect him to stay up for long. If he does sleep, he tries to not do it on the same bed as you. As much as he yearns to feel your touch, he’d rather not accidentally poison you.

They were also your main source of information when it came to the heirs. You rolled your eyes, knowing from experience that trying to push him off would only lead to a fruitless waste of energy, “How are the young masters?”

Your skin vibrated as the hummed into it, “Good, stressed, who cares — you finally see your lover and you ask about someone else?” They let out a faux whine, “Must you be so heartless?” 

You rolled your shoulders upward, shaking them off of you and swiftly turning to face them. “We should be wholly devoted to the prince, or in your case, the princess.” It took you a second to fully process their words, “And don’t call me your lover so carelessly! The walls of the place have ears.”

As if on cue, a chill ran down your spine, causing you to look over your shoulder in paranoia. 

The jester merely waved away your concerns, closing what little space you had created until their chest was flush against yours. “Let the others speak,” they said in a low tone, uncommon coming from their lips, “Who cares what they think — I’ll shout my love from the castle balconies if I must.”

Before you could react, they caught your lips in a heated kiss, chapped skin pressed against yours, muffling your noises before they could fill the cold air. Your fists beat weakly against their chest, trying and failing to push them off. 

Only when you stopped did they pull away, a small string of spit connecting your lips. Your eyes were half-lidded as you huffed to recover your breath, the breaking of drool snapping you out of your daze. 

Your eyes widened when you realized what happened, feet scrambling to back away from them. “What on Earth are you thinking?!” You yelped as you hand slapped against your mouth, still warm from the kiss, “What if someone saw!?” 

They only humored you with a laugh, “So what if they did? I promise to you, if the people found out, those pesky nobles would be the least of your concerns.” 

The hidden meaning behind his words went unacknowledged by you, “Don’t insult the other lords. You’re going to paint a target on my back if you keep that up.” 

Their laugh was boisterous as they broke into a bow, “As you say, your majesty.” Their hat jingled as they lifted their head, their dark eyes meeting yours with an unexpected intensity, “Take care tonight, m’lady. May we meet again in the morn’.”

You sighed, not wanting to draw out the conversation by arguing. “Goodnight, my dearest Jester.”