#caedo

[resvarie]

drinking from the well of sorrows shouldve let ur inquisitor get more possessed

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

*scoots over* I saw a post you had made about requesting prompts? Or suggestions? May I suggest Malum Caedo and his male or gen neutral partner washing up together, needing to wind down and just relax after a hard day?

Since I'm keeping this request SFW I decided to go with gender neutral :)

(Gender neutral reader)

You could actually smell him before he had entered his quarters, the putrid stench of ichor and gore, it only grew stronger and more intense in strength when the doors finally slide open to greet your Lord slumped over against the metal frame.

Murky filth dripped sloppily from every crevice of his armor, cascading to the floor even and peering behind him you could make out that it even thick enough to make bootprints - there were also smears, attempts made to wipe the vile off with no success due to its thick rubbery constancy.

It was clear your beloved had been truly vicious with the Tyranids this mission.

From the red visors of his helm Malum looks down at you on the floor in the middle of reorganizing his many tomes, when he speaks he sounds exhausted.

"I would greatly appreciate a bath."

Astartes armor isn't the easiest to clean. Granted, such maintenance wasn't usually performed by baselines - as it requires gentle treatment and thorough knowledge such is usually performed by Tech-marines or at least highly experienced Mechanicus. But here you were, sat off to the side tenderly scrubbing the best you could as Malum sinks further in the tub on the other side of the room, taking the time to submerge himself completely to where the water went over his head. He holds himself there for several minutes, a self enposed ritual he does each bath - nearly scared you to death the first time he did it. But he comes back up with panted gasps reassures you each time.

He feels at his face as he leans his head back against the rim, he lets his eyes flutter close. He hasn't said a word to you about anything about how the mission went, which was perfectly fine it wasn't your place to pry in official Astartes business but you can't help but to have noticed his quietness - the man has an ego, much bravado, while he did have a kind heart he did take much pride in his work that you expected to at least hear something about a difficult beast he took down - actually, you're usually one of the first people he tells.

You look back to the blue plating on your lap, it wasn't the first time you've had to clean difficult gorey remains, again this usually type of task would be handled by someone much more suitable but Malum has look made it clear he trusts no one else to do a finer job taking care of it than you, even his own brothers, which makes your heart drum in your hest. But then again Malum has a... talent of ripping and tearing through his enemies that get much more visceral stuck to his suit than what would be considered normal for Astartes... leaving you having to dig Tyranid gunk out of the most tightest of places.

"(Name)," Your head snaps with the sudden addressal.

"Yes?"

"...thank you."

"There's no need for thanks, I'm just performing my duties."

"Well I mean it. I greatly appreciate it." Your head tilts at his words.

"Are you feeling alright? You seem-"

"I'm fine. Just... tired, I suppose."

It takes you a moment but you look down and gently set the pauldron off of your lap and crawl over to the side of the tub. Your beloved doesn't look at you instantly, his head still leaned back and eyes still shut, but when he does his eyelids slowly open to peer over longingly at you. A arm emerges out of the water so that a hand can caress on the side of your face. His expression is solem.

"A Hive World was Exterminatus today." Your stomach drops. "Even with millions of Xenos killed, it wasn't enough. The planet is nothing but dust now."

Nothing could be possibly said.

You lean further into his hand, you have more questions but you ultimately know it wouldn't do either of you any good to ask. What happened can only linger.

"Join me." The offer takes you by surprise at first but given the status of things and just how he looks at you... your robes slip off with ease.

There is no more words, just hands gently caressing each other, lathering your bodies with soap to wash off the blood staining you both. Your lips find each other now and again, your hands entangled in short brown hair to deepen it alternating between passion and lazy soft kisses.

Your hands are so gentle as they come down to cup his face, the left side heavily scarred from his success on Graia - a part of the side of his mouth missing flesh where you could still see exposed teeth even with it closed. He was insecure about it, even if he'd never admit it out loud and instead say it his pride serving the Emperor, but you knew better. He never took off his helm in front of his brothers like he use to, wouldn't let Apothecaries even look at him - saying something along the lines of them being able to see him upon death when it came time to recover his Geneseed but not a moment beforehand. But to you? He was just as handsome as the day you first laid eyes on him.

There is two Service Studs on his forehead and if you remembered correctly he is due for a third in the coming months. You kiss each. He squirms in your embrace, heat dusting his cheeks he takes place burying his face your neck, his arms tight around your waist.

You both sit there for awhile, long after your both clean and after the stench of Tyranid ichor is long gone. Both exposed and at your most vulnerable with and to one another. In those moments nothing else mattered and nothing existed beyond the steamed confines of this room.

Duty is a cruel thing. But you promised to be there for him, to tend to his armor, clean him up, and comfort him each and every time he returns. No matter how difficult.

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[cogwheeel]

Experimental thing with the man himself, Malum Caedo <3 not my best work but u live and u learn ig,, I adore beaky helmets sm and I think he's definitely my favorite Ultramarine hehe ⚙️

Luv watching my partner play Boltgun I got it for them for xmas :]

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

That you Keep

Author’s note: More Random shit. So- Malum Caedo in Boltgun was all like "I shall finish what Captain Titus Started!!" and that was adorable, for a Veteran Murder Machien of a Man. And like. Titus and Malum meeting in Space Marine 2 would be great since, clearly, he adored his Captain.

Summary: Veteran Sternguard Malum Caedo hears tell of his previous Captain, now Lieutenant Titus having survived and returned back to the Ultramarines.

Warnings: Smut. NSFT. uh... let me know if you need me to add anything here? Thanks y'all!

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

He had been walking from one part of the ship to the other when he'd heard some of the younger brothers who'd been initially created as Primaris Marines complain about their new Officer.

Gadriel complaining to Chairon about Lt. Titus, Malum paused and looked at his younger brothers in the Second Company and asked if they meant Demetrian Titus- and asked them certain questions about the identity of this Demetrian Titus.

Realizing that the Demetrian Titus that they are talking about is his Demetrian Titus has him asking them where he could find their Lt. They are a little taken back about his questions and vehemence, but they told him.

He thanked the younger brothers for telling him all of this as he headed to where Titus, his Demetrian is. Part of why he'd taken the Graia mission all those long years ago was to see if he could recover his body, since he had been told that Titus had died on that mission.

Part of him thought that had been a lie, and he's glad to know that his instincts on such a thing were correct. His Demetrian turns when he called out his name softly, a smile soft and gentle appears on Titus's face, if a little cautious.

Malum pulls of his helmet, "I am so glad that you are alive Metri."

"You thought I was dead?" Titus asks.

"Yes," Malum says, "Stars above, I have missed you, I had grieved your loss. I am glad that you have returned to us."

Something colder and harder in Demetrian's eyes softens and warms at that. An almost sparkle of something flashes in the other's eyes as he strides towards Malum as they move closer towards one another.

Malum reaches out and grabs one of Demetrian's arms who clasps his hand back as they tug each other lightly into a deep embrace. Titus notes out loud, "You feel stronger."

"Indeed- the benefits of crossing the Rubicon Primaris, successfully," Malum says proudly, "You too- seem stronger."

"I have also crossed the Rubicon Primaris," Titus says, pausing a little, "Did you choose to cross, or was it that or being turned into a Dreadnaught or death?"

"I chose to try to Cross the Rubicon," Malum says, "... What about you?"

"... Chapter Master Calgar chose for me to cross the Rubicon." Titus says.

"Ah, you are not the only Captain that our wonderful Chapter Master has decided such medical decisions for." Malum says quietly, lowly, "I have missed you, so much."

"I have missed you deeply Mal," Titus says as he lightly tugs his fellow turned-Primaris Marine with him to his private rooms.

Malum follows him eagerly as they go into Titus's room, Demetrian lets go of his hand for a moment and goes to his armor stand and hits the quick release button on his armor and steps out of it.

Malum follows suit with his own armor and within a blink of an eye, Titus is upon him. A clash of lips, tongue, and the clack of teeth as they press kisses and touches, desperate fingers touch and tease their paramor's skin and body.

"I have missed you, all these long, lonely years," Malum whispers, moaning into Titus's lips.

"Never chose another to bed?" Titus asks, half surprised, half pleased.

"None could compare to you," Malum said with a shake of his head, honest in his words as they continue to kiss and touch.

Demetrian presses his fingers to Malum's lips and he opens his mouth eagerly as he sucks on the other's fingers- helping lubricate them as Titus teases their cocks, by rubbing them against each other.

Malum groans in pleasure and the delicious friction as Titus flips Malum over and pulls his fingers away as he stretches Malum open with his fingers.

The pain and pleasure run up his spine in equal measure as he pleads, "Titus- fuck me, Please."

"In a bit, love, In a bit," Titus murmurs, "It's been a century for us both, love."

Malum whines a little at that and grinds his backside against Titus' fingers and cock. He hides a little smirk as he hears Titus's swearing of pleasure and the way the other picks up the pace on stretching him.

The feeling Titus's other hand lightly smacking his ass in punishment only enhancing the pain-pleasure-need-desire and he groans in pleasure as Titus pulls his fingers out of him.

He whines at the loss and Titus chuckles a little as he thrusts in, he had wanted to do so slowly. But the hot, tight feeling of Malum around him. Fuck it really has been so long. Has him thrusting all the way in fast.

Damn. This new body of his really is an upgrade. Stronger, faster, it's impressive. As he presses biting kisses into Malums neck and shoulder as he starts to thrust in and out of him.

Malum eagerly matching his pace rolling his hips and groaning in pleasure, while Titus groans in pleasure and murmurs filthy praise. It's embarrassingly quick how fast he cums, but is pleased that Malum doesn't take long to cum either.

[isobug]

Caedulter and Caedipso

( Image 1 ID: A five striped flag, the colors going as follows from top to bottom, purple, yellow, white, yellow, purple. From the left side, there are blocks on each stripe incrementally increasing in length and becoming lighter gray prior to the center stripe, then decreasing in length and becoming darker gray after the center stripe. End ID. )

( Image 2 ID: A mostly purple flag with a yellow circle with a plus inside of it. There are also blocks on the left side of the flag, incrementally increasing in length and becoming lighter gray prior to the circle, and then decreasing in length and becoming darker gray after the circle. End ID. )

Caedulter: An intersex individual who at one point, was Transgender, but due to trauma ( from their own Intersex experiences, Intersexism within Trans- spaces*, etc. ) is now Ultergender. May also be spelled Caedoulter.

Caedipso: An intersex individual who at one point, was Cisgender, but due to trauma ( from their own Intersex experiences, Intersexism from Perisex Cisgender individuals, etc. ) is now Ipsogender. May also be spelled Caedoipso.

Any other Intersex people may use these if you feel like you connect with them! Similar to other Caed- / Caedo- terms, you do not need to be specific or open about your trauma at all.

These are terms that are roughly based on the other existing Caed- / Caedo- terms but with slightly modified language. They are based off of my personal experiences ( Caedulter) and one of my friend's ( Caedipso ) so please be respectful.

( Perisex people do not be weird, these aren't for you. )

*if you have an issue with the wording here I encourage you to read this addition before jumping to harassing me or others.

Taglist - @interarchive, @radiomogai, @revenant-coining

[neopronouns]

flag id: three flags with 6 stripes. the left flag's stripes are dark yellow-green, yellow-green, light yellow-green, white, grey, and black. the middle flag's stripes are dark blue, blue, light blue, white, grey, and black. the right flag's stripes are dark indigo, indigo, light indigo, white, grey, and black. end id.

banner id: a 1500x150 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting’ in large white text in the center. end id.

caedoromantic | caedorose | caedosexual

icon-friendly versions of some caedo- flags for anon! colors are from the originals.

dni link

[entity56]

Can someone who uses a caedo- label say they still feel that attraction, but at a lesser level?

[aspec-identities]

Caedfamiliar

[Id. Image on the top of it is written caedfamiliar in bold black text. On the left is the caedfamiliar flag. The top stripe is a dark red, and the next three stripes are all slightly lighter shades of red. The bottom stripe is black. Centered on the bottom of the flag are three partial vertical stripes, each a fifth of the width of the flag. The outer two stripes are grey and are two fifths of the height of the flag, while the middle is white and is three fifths the height of the flag. Under the flag is written this idenity can only be used by trauma survivors. On the right is written someone who feels that they were allofamilial at one point, but their familial feelings have been taken or "cut away" from them due to past trauma. End id]