#blurple villain au

[desceros]

just saw the tags on one of ur reposts ???? gelp what is bad end leo ???? im living in fear ??????

HAHAHA it was something absolutely wretched (affectionate) @gbao3 came up with in discord where it's a kind of. blurple villain au... au... where you get hurt and leo kinda... McLoses it™ and goes full wolf to make sure that never happens again (...whether you want him to or not). the one image that haunts me forever is the one where it was described as "full on wounded wolf with wild eyes retreating into the woods with the lamb in its jaws" hhhhh [fucking Explodes] so. yknow. just little fun things we think about when we want to die chin hands

[mrabubu]

"i don't have the exact first meeting pinned down in my head, but i do have this mental image of him sitting on a fire escape, one knee bent up to his chest and the other hanging down the side, a toothy grin on his face as he mockingly asks: "what a soft little thing like you is doing on this side of town?" "

Say no more @desceros Also, thank you @gbao3 for references for Leo's outfit

[gornackeaterofworlds]

A collection of experimental drawings for @desceros villain blurple au, I would've posted them individually days ago but the constant tagging would've been annoying so I waited until I had all of them finished to group them up

[turtlecleric]

Good morning I'm in blurple villain au hell

(au belongs to desceros and gbao3!!)

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Leo is watching you sleep.

He'd really done a number on you this time. Fucked you into a state of complete exhaustion, and you'd fallen asleep easily once he'd finished with you. The sight of you sleeping in his bed, covered in marks that he left - naked and exposed and vulnerable, laid out in front of him, and so trusting, trusting, trusting - the sight usually fills him with something like smug satisfaction.

Now, though. He's not quite sure what he's feeling.

He drinks in every detail as he watches you, brow furrowing a bit while he tries to untangle the strange knot of emotions in his chest. You're such a pretty little thing. He doesn't want to look away.

Suddenly, the thought of not touching you is akin to blasphemy. His fingers start to draw lazy circles onto your bare shoulder, and a soft sound in the back of your throat makes him feel... he doesn't have a word for it, but it makes him pause, makes him scoot a bit closer, makes him wrap an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his plastron. You let out another soft sound, shifting in your sleep to lean into him. Trusting, trusting, trusting. Like it's easy.

The feeling of you pressed against him, soft and relaxed... he dips his face into your neck and breathes in, your scent making him a little dizzy, somehow. It doesn't make sense. Your scent hasn't changed. Nothing about any of this is really new, except for whatever the fuck is happening inside of him.

He's not sure what to think. It's almost... scary. As if now, for some reason, he's the one actually in danger.

Hm. He'll have to figure this out.

...later.

[stranger-writing-danger]

Bad End: blurple villain Au TW: Abuse, Self harming behaviors original concept belongs to @gbao3 and @desceros

Dose a wolf really ever regret the blood on his teeth? Its just another part of the natural cycle, Why would he ever regret his nature. Why would he ever regret what brings him solace? what calms his nerves? What feeds him and his family? Leo thought that way for a long time. If its already in his nature to hurt other people, If this is what he has to do to protect his family, if its easy for him to do it, why would he ever regret what he dose well? What he takes pride in. So what if his skin is stained red in the process. You never once pushed him away when his skin was marred with blood before.

You also knew this truth, Its in his nature to hurt people. But never you. The both of you thought foolishly. Its in his nature, but he will never hurt you. Not what is already his, not the lamb who accepts his teeth around its neck and calls there embrace home. Never you, never you. He would rather die then hurt you.

So why is your blood on his hands? protection. His blood screams. She needed to be protected. She knew what she was getting into, She knew it was in your nature to protect what was yours. But even still, Leo looks down at his hands, and hears your cries from the other room and feels so... empty. He thought hurting you would be the ultimate sin. The only line he couldn't bring himself to cross but, even still, It was necessary. You had ventured to far from him once before. Stumbled foolishly into the jaws of predator who did not have the self control not to maul you. and Leo refuses to have you do that to yourself again.

He swore it as he watched your broken body heal itself piece by bloody piece. He swore it as he tore that animal apart, As he carved them up like the piece of rotten maggot infested meat they were. He swore it as he took you back to his place for the first time in months, and locked the door. You didn't mind it at first. It felt good to be protected by him. To have him soothe your worries and swear that he was there to make sure you kept yourself safe. But then your tried to leave, and you found the door locked. You asked him to unlock it. and couldn't help but feel so small when he looked at you and calmly asked. "why?" his eyes soft and condescending, like the concept of letting you go was stupid. Like you should feel stupid for asking to leave in the first place. The weight of his promise finally hitting you like a cleaver. you tried the door again and demanded he let you go. But he just stared. Eyes wide, His gaze piercing into you like bullets. You felt yourself shake as he calmly stalked closer. Its in his nature. Your fear screams. Its in his nature to hurt people. You knew this, you stupid idiot. You knew it was in his nature and yet you still came in close. The addicting adrenaline of having a wolfs teeth at your throat and walking away unscathed, you knew it was a matter of time. You knew. You both knew.

So it souldnt hurt as bad as it dose as you look down at your marred body. At least he was polite enough to wrap up the wound on your Achilles. At least he was gentle as he cut you. At least he said he was sorry, at least, at least he said he didn't want to, At least you know that you deserved it. You were the stupid one. You were the cause for all of this. Stupid dumb lamb. stupid silly girl who though she could be the exception to a wolfs true nature. Stupid, deserving prey. Your blood making his hands shake as he holds you close and kisses your neck. At least you know that this is your true purpose. At least you know you deserve to bleed.

[hitwiththetmnt]

I’m stuck in traffic so that means I draw villain Donnie to pass the time

[khayalli]

This was pure vibes. Thoughts? Only disaster twins. Maybe some thoughts of biting actually.

With blurple villain brainrot. Blurple Villain au is @desceros and @gbao3's little baby

[yorshie]

Blurple Villian Playlist

@desceros and @gbao3 had been steadily melting everyone's brain with a Blurple Villain Au these last couple of weeks, and I've been quietly working on putting together a playlist because I just. couldn't. stop. myself.

I went a little more old school than I thought I would (stab myself in the heart because to me it's not old music) The first 12 songs are suppose to be towards Leo (or from his pov) and the last twelve are Donnie (or his pov) and the middle song is. uh. It's Nothing Fucks With My Baby. yeeeaaahh. we uh. we all know why that's there. (though seriously if any of these songs don't vibe or there's something you'd like added/removed, just let me know. seriously)

But seriously you two, thank you for just. the insane amount of food. you've been feeding the fandom, and for just being yourselves. I always look forward to seeing what the two of you are up to.

Edit: it starts out pretty dark but it’s suppose to get softer as it goes on, to show Leo opening up to lamb-Chan, and then Donnie’s songs is the opposite where they’re a little more possessive towards the front and then mellowing out at the end.

[mrabubu]

Me: *thinking about villain turtles* Original turtles: ...

starring Weak Spot Donnie by @afreakingdork and Blurple Villain Leo by @desceros and @gbao3

[desceros]

oops you got something between your fingers there, let me get that for you real quick <3

evil evil evil evil evil evil strikes back out of self defense

It's not too uncommon that you wait for him to come home. Not only has his shitty apartment all but become a second home to you, but he's started making little jokes that you aren't completely sure are really jokes about you moving in with him instead.

As such, he doesn't say anything when he comes in through the door and finds you sitting at his kitchen table, scrolling through your phone looking at the cute dog pictures April's sending you from her latest venture to make ends meet as a dog walker. Not until you look up and smile as you see him, putting your phone down because he's infinitely more interesting.

"Why aren't you sitting on the couch where it's softer?" he asks, slowly stripping the outside world from himself as he gets close. His swords. His belt of medical supplies you keep stocked up nicely for him. A bag whose contents you don't know, but judging from the care with which he puts it down on the counter, you suspect is quite valuable.

"I thought you'd be hungry when you got back," you tell him, gesturing at a tupperware of food you'd brought over from the lair. Leo still doesn't have a decent set of pans, and you've forbidden him from buying any since you can cook just as well at the lair and bring things over. (You're surprised he's held out this long; though you suspect it may be because he has a not-too-incorrect mental image of Donnie's pissy face when he smells you cook something nice and learns it's for Leonardo, not him.)

Leo sits at the table adjacent to you, popping off the lid. It's still warm, thankfully, and his face gets a little softer when he starts to dig in like he's starving. He doesn't compliment it, but you don't need him to. The way he goes quiet, not even speaking in the interest of eating the stir fry you'd tossed together, is all the feedback you need.

Smiling fondly, you grab into the bag you'd brought and pull out an orange. Slowly, you start to peel it, piece by piece. The oil of the rind clings to your skin, making the air between you fragrant with citrus. All the way down to the juicy flesh, until you split it in half, then pluck out a single piece.

Reaching out between Leo's bites, you hold the piece between your fingers. He stares at it for a moment, glancing between it and your face, then opens his mouth so you can slide it inside.

"This was a really yummy batch," you tell him as he chews, eyes falling down to where you peel away another piece. It has a little string on it, which you pick away lovingly before holding out to him just like the one before. "Nice and juicy. I was surprised, considering the time of year."

Leo takes the second piece in his mouth, and the next time you look down to the orange to pull him away another piece, you feel the weight of his stare on the side of your face and the apartment falls silent. No longer do his chopsticks scratch away at the tupperware.

Still, you persist, relentless in your affectionate care. "I've been saving the peels to make a nice cleaning spray. Apparently, you can put them in a bottle with a bit of vinegar, and it smells really nice and works pretty well," you continue to ramble. You hold out another piece. He leans in, his teeth finding the soft flesh with a heavier purpose now. You avoid meeting his gaze, torn between enjoying this little dance and not wanting it to end too quickly.

Another piece hovers in the air, and this time, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and holds it in place. You look up, startled, only to stare with wide eyes as he slides your fingers and the orange slice into his mouth together. His tongue finds the fruit and brings it to his teeth, splitting it open and coating his mouth and your fingers with its sweet juice. Messily, it beads down your palm, to your wrist, tickling even as your breath catches in your throat when he glides his tongue along the webbing of your fingers to catch its origin. Hot, wet, he licks at your skin, suckling the love off of you like it's the waters of the fountain of life itself.

Your mouth falls open as his teeth scrape at your palm, the hitched breath coming out of your lungs on a jagged sound that sounds a bit like a whine in the dead air between you. Mouth curling into a smug smirk, he kisses down the line of the orange juice to your pulse, bending your hand back and sinking his teeth into your wrist hard enough to leave a mark.

It's then that you finally meet his gaze, and see in it the dangerous flame you'd stoked. You swallow thickly, pressing your thighs together beneath the table. Silly you to forget that it's always the little gestures that drive him the most mad.

Trailing his tongue up your hand to flick it between your fingers, Leo groans, squeezing his eyes shut like the taste of you wounds him. Maybe it does, in a way, you think, feeling the almost painful ache of your own arousal that he so easily calls to the surface.

Licking your lips, clumsy from the rushing blood beneath your skin when he slides your fingers into his mouth and begins to suck on them while bobbing his head slowly, you reach with shaking fingers to pull away another piece of the orange. When Leo looks at you—no doubt visibly affected, dilated pupils, bitten lips, chest rising with your accelerated breath—he chuckles before sinking his teeth into the flesh of your palm, lathing it with his tongue before he releases you.

"How many more do you think you'll be able to share before you break for me, mi corderita?" he asks slyly, taking the piece from you and resting it on your spit-soaked fingers, gliding them into his mouth to begin the process all over again to send you into a hazy, needy state.

The answer, you'll later bemoan as you stare, stunned, completely fucked out, at the ceiling of his bedroom with a familiar full-body ache and the smell of oranges strong in your nose, is one.

[desceros]

fuck it blurple time donatello/reader; female reader; rated t

...He can smell you, here.

You must've taken a nap here this afternoon, he thinks, turning his face into his pillow. His eyes close, his lungs filling with the proof that you were in his bed. Using his pillow. Inside his sheets. You sleep here more than you sleep in your own bed sometimes, it seems.

He's having trouble remembering that that shouldn't be the case. That you have your own room in the lair. That you're not... his. Even as much as he wants you to be. Even as much as you are, in almost every way that matters.

...God. God, he wants you. He wants you so fucking much—

A soft, familiar sound has him unfurling his fingers from his pillow where he'd been gripping it to his face like it was the softness of you he craved to consume. He turns his head and sees you hovering in his door, your back to him as you shut it as quietly as possible so as not to disturb his brothers. They're both asleep, he assumes from the way you're trying to sneak. It's not like you think he's the one asleep. That he wouldn't know you were here.

It's a familiar ritual, this dance, like all of the others. How you pad across his room, kicking off your slippers next to his bed. How you pull away his blanket off his body. How you slide into his sheets and pull them over the both of you. How you curl against his soft shell, tucking your knees into the back of his, pressing your thighs close and nuzzling the edge of his carapace with your nose. You're warm, just like always, and yet the feel of you makes him hot.

"...Donnie?" you ask, your voice soft in the darkness between you.

"What?" he asks, going still when you hesitate.

"...Is... Is everything okay?" you ask, voice small, and oh. Oh. Not this question again. Not the question that he can't answer, not to a face as open and honest and perfectly not his as yours.

"Yeah." It's a lie. He knows it. He knows you know it.

...He wants to turn around. To bury his face into the crook of your neck. To wrap himself around you and press you to his heartbeat. He wants to kiss you. To trail his beak down your throat. Feel your pulse beneath his tongue. He wants to slide his hands beneath the shirt that was once his but now is only ever found hiding your curves from his covetous eyes. He wants to taste the sound of his name in your mouth. He wants to feel your skin against his keratin; purposeful, damp with sweat, smelling like the two of you twining together. He wants to—

God. He wants to consume every piece of you you'll give.

But he knows he won't. He won't turn around. Because it's different. A violation of the pact you've made. Something new. Something frightening.

...And, he silently admits, staring at the wall before him—he's afraid of who else he'll smell on your skin. Whose sharp canine teeth have been tracing your pulse, writing his name into it like a brand of ownership. Taking the space that should be Donnie's like it's just that easy.

He hates Leo, he decides, feeling his brow ridge furrow, for that, more than anything else.

Then, because you're you, because you are the most perfect creature he's ever known, because you are the other half of him, you seem, almost, to sense his turmoil. Then, as easily as you do everything else, you soothe it.

Gentle hands press along an old wound. He doesn't regret them, the scars. It's the proof that you're here. Unmarked. As perfect as you should be. His blood for yours, traded willingly on an altar that had brought him to his knees before he'd known how to pray. He sees the grief on your face, sometimes, when you look at them, and it's... it's a conflict. On the one hand, it infuriates him; to think that he'd ever let any harm come to you when he's at your side? Maddening. But, on the other—knowing that you'd give your flesh for his, that a piece of you feels the same, even if only for this—god. Donnie only hopes the sound stays in his lungs where you can't hear.

And, in an instant, in the inky black of his room, everything changes.

Your lips, soft as moonlight, ghost against the memory of his devotion. His lungs catch on a gasp, eyes staring, unseeing, his heart itself seizing in his chest. It's—It's impossible, what his keratin is feeling, and yet—

Like rain, your brushing kisses trace the line of his scar. Each inch bathed in relentless love, warm and soft and aching. He feels himself tremble, feels the way you press into him in response, your mouth only more sure against his shell. Only then does he remember to breathe, his eyes clenching shut against the barrage of you.

The sensation is like ecstasy. Stupid with it, he arches his spine, pressing into you, silently accepting anything, everything. Softly, your palm glides along the edge of his carapace, holding on as you dip your head, kissing and kissing and kissing. He can't think of anything else. Every thought is obliterated, leaving only the smell of you in his pillow as he turns his face, fingers curling into his sheets, entire body quaking to the tempo of your care.

Only the years of training ironed into his soul keeps him from turning, from pulling, from showing you everything he's kept safe behind this wall. But he can't help but let one little piece through—the soft lovesick whimper that he can't hold back; the proof for your ears, should you hear it, of exactly what you do to him.

Do you know? he wonders, sinking into the sensations as if embracing a dream. Do you know how much he—?

[desceros]

blurple villain au masterpost

inspiration post || haha what if post || summary of au my blurple villain tag || gbao3's blurple villain tag

important lore posts

leo's apartment, and donnie in the lair

discussing scars

leo giving you his collar

leo is smart, and kissing donnie's scar

leo likes the two-word thing better than fucking

what does villain leo do?

history with donnie? how do you meet leo?

moments with donnie

leo is good with his hands

how does the poly relationship work?

fighting with donnie and making him and leo have to cooperate

they try to use you in a fight. you shut that shit down

donnie's your little puppy

fanfic/drabbles

leo licking your hand (also has art!)

donnie wants your attention

leashing leo

leo wants you. you want him to heal his stitches. he wins.

kissing donnie's scar

leo wants something soft

formal party shenanigans

pegging leo

taking off the collar for a moment

seeing a side of you donnie hadn't seen before

donnie finds you in his bed

shower sex with leo

fanart

exploring leo's scar

how wolfy to make leo (sam says Yes)

donnie and leo forced to sit at a table together

villain leo the dress up doll (also good ref we can be normal about)

kissing donnie's shell scar

donnie's hand holding yours (including blurb!)

leo licking your hand (also has fic!)

leo showing you the wolf inside

[desceros]

thinkin about blurple villain au. how it’s ironic that leo is the one who wears a collar, and not donnie.

leo, the embodiment of wildness, of being free, untethered except by choice. bound only by what he decides himself is worthy of his loyalty. he put the collar on himself and laughed at the absurdity of it. he smiles when he sees it in the mirror because he knows the only hands that will ever touch this clasp are his own.

but then i was like. oh. of course. everything about donnie screams domestication. how he looks at you like something precious. how he puts himself between you and all harm. how the only time he bears his fangs is when you’re in danger. how he never strays from your side. his place is with you. a fact as much a law as the pull of gravity he’s never not felt in your orbit.

donnie doesn’t need a collar. one only needs to look at his face when he gazes at you to see the binding around his neck.

[desceros]

where is gb. i wanna talk blurple villain stuff. pspspspss @gbao3

[desceros]

KICKS DOWN DOOR

blurple villain au. leo wants to go steal some like. mega important plans for some kind of huge tech thing. but the security is like, mega fucking tight. tighter than usual. (big mama tight?) so he's bitching to you about it just casually. and mentions something about a fancy party at the same time as the event making everything super fkkin hard.

and you're like oh! fancy party :) and leo just. looks at you. looks at you. looks at you. then grins. and he's like yeah. fancy party. we should go together. :) btw donnie you're on duty to come and get the security down while i'm there.

donnie's like >:( .....until he hears what leo's stealing. then he's like. .......i'm in. but only if i get a copy of the plans.

cue formal party shenanigans

[desceros]

I no longer feel bad about asking about blurple villian might I ask some very pointed questions about Donnie’s side of the relationship for playlist purposes?

So what I’m hearing is it takes DonBon a little longer to um… get his ball rolling. So to speak. How many fights do he and Lamb Chan get into over Leo and does Leo know about it/rub it in Donnie’s face?

Gbs input would be appreciated as well (now when I reblog blurple villian stuff I wait a bit to make sure you two aren’t still going back and forth on the post lol)

never ever ever feel bad for blurple villain au posting

i think donnie and lamb-chan actually... don't really fight that much usually? not in the traditional sense. for the most part you're just like. oh donnie says that this is the best way to do things, so i'm going to trust that and do it. and if you say you want something, donnie usually is like ok well here you go. it's just very. easy. being with donnie. there's no real friction or fighting that ends up happening.

...except when it comes to leo.

ohhh man. you are stubborn as fuck about leo, and it makes donnie's teeth fucking paste with how hard he grinds them on this. he tries everything. talking to you. grabbing your arms and shaking you. a very memorable powerpoint presentation with diagrams and pictures. he puts a tracker on your coat that starts making an obnoxious beep when you get too close to leo's apartment, so you just take it off and leave it on a dumpster until you come back by.

(he promptly takes it off, because the thought of you out there, cold, is maybe worse than the thought of you being with that fucker. also bc leo snapped at him about it, genuinely angry, saying he'd had to warm you up bc your teeth were chattering, and knowing that leo put his fucking hands on you—that leo was right about how he'd hurt you—yeah. no more beeping trackers.)

leo, of course, absolutely loves this. i can just see him hiding in the fire escapes, watching over you on your way to his apartment with donnie trailing behind. you're ignoring him, nose in the air, as he tells you all the reasons that this is stupid, that leo is toxic, that you're better off staying in the lair. when he makes the mistake of insinuating that leo would hurt you, that's when you stop and wheel around, getting a little nasty right back in his face. leo has never once hurt you—not in a way you didn't ask for—and insinuating otherwise won't stand.

taking this moment to be the perfect little shit, leo jumps down and comes up behind you, pulling you close and sending his brother a smug smile. making matters worse, you grab leo's hand and pull him along behind you, leaving donnie behind with the sight of your stiff spine and leo's infuriating smirk. he goads the two of you on, wanting you to fight, hoping to push you away from donnie and closer to him.

...but, equally, i think your fights—as hot as they burn when they happen—are very, very quick to boil away. they never last more than a few hours before you're coming back together, apologizing, the two of you snuggling close and letting the gravity between you come to head. he hates making you angry, he really hates making you cry; you hate making him angry, you really hate making him sad.

once you start hooking up w donnie, this gets even more pronounced. i imagine you're very, very careful not to get into fights with donnie, giving him one or two more warnings that you're getting pissed when he starts sniping about leo. hence why the whole 'being little shits behind your back' thing starts happening. (because you are also very quick to defend donnie to leo, and your fuse on people saying shit about him is very, very, very short.)

@gbao3 tag youre it