#pirate!artdonaldson

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Pirate!Art Donaldson x Mermaid Reader Blurb

You leave gifts for him whenever you come up from the sea, little trinkets like shells, pearls and occasional gold coins at the ledge of his porthole window. Art would swoon for days the other men on board would be curious snooping in on him between shifts watching as he secretly toys with whatever you've given him. Art gets defensive whenever Patrick mentions it after hours below deck in his quarters.

"man.. who the hell is leaving all this.. junk for you." He snorts almost dropping the waterlogged artifact. Art snatches the miniature rusting statue of a seahorse out of his hands "fuck off Patrick.." he'd grumble keeping it close to his chest sure it was trash to everyone else but the objects were closest thing to love letters he'd ever get it made him feel wanted.

Art keeps them all safe in a chest under his bed, his favorite gift was a necklace you made a small shell pendant attached to an old leather string reinforced with fishing wire. The rest of the crew would snicker behind his back echo's of "it looks like something a little kid would make.. trash."

But Art wouldn’t listen to any of it, he'd wait above deck eyes staring off into the distance every night and early morning wondering when he could meet you again.

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Can we cam up?

Camboy!ArtDonaldson x Patrick Zweig

18+ Minors DNI

wc: 1.6k

Based on this request

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Patrick had a dirty secret.

Not the juvenile kind he used to have when he was younger—like a crush on his babysitter, or the fact that he was the reason for the cigarette burn on the living room sofa (which he blamed on his friend Tony, a so-called bad influence—there was no Tony).

No, this time he had really taken it too far.

Almost every night, after a long day of tournaments, Patrick would stumble into his hotel room and log onto his favourite website. Previously, it was pornhub, but now it was a niche one called streammate, or chatmate, or something like that. The type of website that you'd find out about from a pop-up ad that interrupts you when watching a pirated movie. That's actually how he came across it.

A wonderful accident.

He gladly ditched whichever stoner comedy he was dead-set on watching that one night, and quickly took his boxers off. In the beginning, he'd just watch whichever girl had the most views on that particular day. As long as it got his dick hard, he was happy. And he wasn't pressured to send any money because tens of thousands of other horny and desperate men did the job for him.

It was all going well until one day his curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to explore the site further. His eyes scanned the page and came upon a category called "Rising Stars" which he clicked on, without much thought.

He wasn't expecting that his life to turn upside down after that.

One click, one small movement of his index finger; and everything was different.

Because that was the night he came across his best friend, Art Donaldson, jerking his big pink-tipped dick for forty one viewers.

Patrick had never clicked on a thumbnail faster and was immediately welcomed by Art's soft whines as he moved his palm up and down his thick shaft.

Patrick sat there with his jaw on the floor. He couldn't believe his eyes. Millions of thoughts raced through his head. One of which was a mild feeling of betrayal because why hadn't Art told him? Of course, this isn't something you would disclose to people you knew in real life— but Patrick was like his brother! Brother... maybe wasn't the right word to use, considering Patrick had always felt something a little more stronger than that. Nothing dramatic, nothing to write home about, but still— Patrick would find himself wondering, on more occasions than one, how it would feel to kiss Art.

Another feeling was shock, of course. Art Donaldson- golden child, pinnacle of purity and innocence- was whoring himself out on the internet for anyone to see. Patrick was finding it hard to believe but he couldn't say he wasn't impressed. You can never truly know a person.

Patrick also felt guilty because of this. This site, this account, this persona- they were all a part of Art's deepest secret. His dirtiest desire that he clearly didn't want anyone to know about. And when Patrick found out, he knew he could never tell Art. No, Art would probably pass away from embarrassment. He couldn't do that to Art (but also to himself because Art would definitely stop camming and then what would Patrick jerk off to?).

Last, but obviously not least, Patrick felt, well, aroused. It was then that he realized his sporadic urge to kiss his cute, blonde friend wasn’t just a trivial matter. No—Patrick was, as they say on the baseball diamond, a switch hitter. After coming to that conclusion, he stopped denying the fact that his thoughts about kissing Art really had evolved—into ones like: What did his cock taste like? Or: What kinds of sounds would he make when he came? You know, just the usual questions you have about your dear friends—Not.

So here he was, again. Sitting on his bed with his laptop wide open emitting the lewd sounds of his best friend pleasuring himself. Patrick mirrored his actions every time. Staring intently at the way Art's pre-cum would drip down his tip and stick to his fingers. The euphoric sensation always overwhelmed him which had him panting and cursing like a fragile virgin. Patrick would snap out of his trance when he'd feel his own warm drool making its way down his chin. Then he'd continue palming himself and groaning as he did.

He'd actually become a regular at this point. Art would notice him and a small smile would appear whenever he'd see his punny username. It was a contrast from the others which were so immature and dirty that Art couldn't believed they belonged to fully functioning adults.

PATontheback: fuck, you sound so hot

[PATontheback gifted you $25]

This only encouraged Art to be louder and more vulgar. Unashamed, he'd exaggerate his moans and whines to please his favourite viewer.

For Art, this started as a way to make a quick buck (or at least that's what he told himself). He didn't really need it though, because his parent's trust fund made it so he wouldn't have to work a day in his life and still be able get by comfortably.

The real reason, in short, was that Art liked it. Okay, he loved it. It surprised him greatly because he was never too interested in these kinds of things. Things like porn, or watching those dirty movies that Patrick would bring over to the boys' sleepovers in middle school, didn't captivate him. Sure, he got aroused and liked fucking people, but this tendency to indulge these types of sexual activities was quite unlike him.

But with camming, it was different. The attention from strangers fed his ego and narcissism in ways that made him feel so fucking good about himself. Was it wrong that he only liked himself when he got external validation? Yeah, probably. But did he care? No, not at all.

Every comment had him feeling like he was on fire. Knowing that every viewer's eyes were glued to their screen looking at, thinking of, and feeling Art. They wanted to fuck him didn't they? Each and everyone of them. They'd send their cash thinking that it would make Art like them more; make them feel special. It was cute.

The whole thing happened so quickly too. He had never expected to have regulars, already.

Every viewer was just a username to him, but one of them did stand out. So much so that on some nights, before bed, Art couldn't help but fantasize about his mystery admirer. He'd just think of the comments that viewer would leave, because he had no idea what he looked like. All he knew was that he was a man—which was confusing for Art—but he convinced himself that it was the comments themselves that made him all hot and bothered, and not the person leaving them.

PATontheback: just like that, keep going

Art lifts his head to stare down the camera lens, hoping that PATontheback was doing the same. He pushes his laptop a little further so he can fully come into frame- from the top of his head to the base of his balls.

"Anything for you," Art says breathing unevenly, "fuck- I Pat-" A guttural moan interrupts Art's profanities.

Patrick feels a jolt through his body making his own cock throb. It sounded like Art was saying his actual name and it made Patrick dizzy. His toes curled and he looked down at his glistening dick, knowing he'd cum soon.

PATontheback: spit on it for me

Art nods eagerly and forms a glob of spit in his mouth. He puckers his lips and leans forward with his head tilted down as the clear, wet, saliva drips down to the tip of his cock. His fast strokes move the spit all over his shaft and the feeling drives him crazy.

Patrick was close but needed a little more to push him to his climax. His free hand trembles as he types out into the chat again.

PATontheback: say it again

PATontheback: please

Art reads the new comment and twitches as he nears his orgasm, "w-what? say- what do you want me to say?" He barely chokes out as his eyelids get heavy.

PATontheback: m namr

PATontheback: my name

Art can almost taste the pleasure. He can see the finish line. He speeds up his pace and his hand moves from the base to the tip quickly, and sloppily. He throws his head back and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he whimpers out, "Pat- oh fuck- you're so good to me, Pat."

Patrick on the other side, upon hearing half of his name rolling off Art's tongue, knew this was exactly what he needed. Patrick arches his back, lifting off the mattress slightly and twitching as long white strings of cum shoot out of him. He moans and tries to keep his eyes open to focus on Art wanting to witness him coming undone too.

Art kept saying his name as he reached his climax.

"Pat, you fuck me so good."

"I wanna touch you, Pat- please- please lemme touch, I'll be good."

He speeds up his strokes and applies more pressure in his grip.

"Fuck, Pat, I'm gonna cum!"

Patrick watches in awe like he couldn't believe how someone like Art existed. He was so fucking lucky to actually know him in real life.

Watching Art jerk himself off was an image Patrick never wanted to forget. He would never get tired of it. He was already excited for tomorrow's session. And the day after- and forever after that. Patrick wasn't going anywhere.

PATontheback: be a good boy for me and cum 4 me

Art continued whispering the name to himself. He liked the way it sounded- he liked its simplicity.

It was going well- so fucking good but then the whispers switched to lewd whines as he shook from the blissful embrace of his orgasm and didn't realize when he mindlessly ejaculated.

"Fuck-oh god, Patrick!"

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First time writing Artrick and I really enjoyed it!

@won-every-lottery I hope you liked this!! I was really nervous as this was my first request haha!!

Thank you for reading!

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first time with pirate Art and mermaid reader.. slowly cooking

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Had to repost this someone keeps spamming me and I can't block them :(

Valentines day with Alien Art and Pirate Art:

this was so rushed I was trying to get it out on time :(

cutie was introduced to it at the end of January when all the decorations and chocolates began to be stocked up on shelves in stores.

"what's that mean?" He asks tugging on your shirt sleeve "Valentine's Day"

Art’s beyond puzzled, what's with the hearts? The teddy bears? His confused expression was adorable.

"You celebrate it with people you love, it's popular between couples but friends and family get involved too" you explain, picking up a bag of candy hearts 'I love you's and kiss me’ printed on the tiny colorful sweets. The more you both strolled down the aisles the more Art notices the longing in your eyes. Watching boyfriends pick out flowers, girlfriends rummaging through cards and chocolates.

"Can I please have the sugar cookies?" Of course you'd give in, pecking a kiss on his cheek before snagging a few of his favorite flavors. Art takes that time to veil his actions emitting invisible waves and stuffing items in his pockets, anything he deems perfect for you. Hershey kisses, a stuffed bunny, roses almost filling his tote bag to the brim.

That night he placed everything he bought on the dining room table attempting to create the perfect layout. Stacking up snacks with stuffed toys and topping it all off with a sloppily homemade card.

That morning he woke up to gasp, sprinting out of his room and meeting you eyes full of unshed tears as you read his card, barely legible words jumbled messily across the paper, the entire thing covered in lipstick marks Art's obvious doing and a little drawing of the both of you kissing each other on the back.

"Art-" you'd choke out, “sorry!” concern lacing his features sprinting towards your shaking frame not meaning to upset you. 

"No these are good tears" you reassure him, holding both his hands

 "No one's ever done this for me.. thank you" you murmur softly.

"no big deal" he shrugs a prink blush on his cheeks, you stare down at his lips glancing back up at his eyes and press a gentle kiss on his mouth fleeting but full of love.

"second kiss" Art whispered completely enamored, his fingers lifting up caressing his mouth. He leans mouth awkwardly slotting against yours his eyes shut tight cupping your cheeks

“calm down baby" you giggle.

Valentines day with Pirate Art:

Art had been a nervous wreck thinking about Valentine's day, he was a romantic at heart, having had a few flings in the past with women and men that won his heart briefly but nothing compared to his feelings towards you. The longing had gotten worse; he'd begun neglecting his duties, rightfully pissing off the rest of his crew. Patrick tried to reign him in when rumors of mutiny began floating across the ship and small village.

"snap out of it" Patrick urged "or at least fake paying attention while you work" but Art barely paid any mind to his pleas

 Patrick’s frustrations built up day by day the more aloof Art became. “Listen man, the rest of the crew want you gone. You need to stop with the fantasies, it’s not healthy.” Patrick shook Art’s shoulders trying to get his point across.

“they wouldn’t..” he shook his head confused, frankly hurt by the notion that his friends would betray him like that just because they don’t understand, but Art began to notice the sneers and jabs as time passed by, Patrick was right. 

"You'll be fine I don't want anything to happen to you is all" Patrick sighed consoling him. Of course he refused to listen.

the perfect idea popped up in his mind, a matching token like you'd given him a month back. He sold some of his belongings for an authentic finery, a necklace made for you. It might be selfish, his inflated ego getting the best of him but he adored the idea of you owning a piece of him something you could carry around proof that he was yours and you were his. 

He badgered Patrick for help weeks before the special day knowing the man had some experience in metal work. “Who's this for?” He asked carving the delicate ornament

"just a girl.." Art hummed attempting to sound nonchalant 

"Is it the mystery woman you've been hiding from me? a lover you secretly run to at odd hours of the day." Art blushes as he snickers refusing to answer for patrick’s chidings

“you’re making me a little jealous, Donaldson” he smirks, blowing off powdery residue “it’s done” wipes his hands on his pants handing over the jewelry. “Thank you” Art beams hugging Patrick tight.

Art added a few more items, roses of course with local coastal blooms bunches of sea holly and primrose, also managed to steal a book 'Romeo and Juliet' his hand flipped through the pages a sad smiled made its way across his face, a couple at odds with the circumstances they were forced to face sadly too familiar with the story himself.

All he hoped for was that these novelties were enough to make you happy.

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“Hello” you swim closer “I’ve missed you” you whisper clasping his hand bringing it up to your cheek craving his warmth for what felt like years  “oh baby” He grasps your palm bringing it up to his mouth kissing it gently trying to commit this moment to memory.

You perk up when something slides down beside him. “What is it?” You laugh wondering what he’s hiding behind his back as it falls into view. “It’s a gift, there is this celebration.. it’s for lovers” he grins gaze latched onto yours

Eyes widen “lovers?” You echo did he love you?

“Lovers as in anyone.. between family and friends as well” he stammers backpedaling not ready to admit his feelings.

“Oh..” you swim back dejectedly, it was a fruitless endeavor. Art doesn’t feel the same way. He lunges forward the moment he glimpses the distress in your eyes, “wait!” he lunges forward “the point is I care about you deeply.”

He can’t say it not now, the thought of confessing making him queasy. “Just here” He finally pulls the items from hiding. 

“it’s all beautiful” you awe taking the treasures from his grasp, smelling the flowers and holding the book in your hands ‘romeo and juli-’ you whisper attempting to pronounce the foreign words, “Juliet” he caresses your cheek “the both of us..” he smiles sadly.

 “One last thing” he hands the last offering nervously waiting for your reaction, “Art.. it’s perfect” you thread the necklace through your fingers “we match” he grins pinching your cheek.

You admire the gold chain with a medallion in the center both your initials ingrained in the center. “Thank you, my valentine.” you giggle pulling him into the frigid waters by his collar

 “fuck!” He yelps as he falls in, wrapping his arms around your waist sealing the rest of his curses with a kiss.

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more pirate art and mermaid reader please please please!!!

Pirate!Art Donaldson x Mermaid!Reader meeting for the first time

Pirate! Art always goes to the same spot every night to catch a glimpse of you for weeks since he last spotted you. His friends think he’s crazy claiming that what he’s searching for is cursed not meant to be discovered by those who walk on land.

Patrick insists that it’s the rum he drinks whenever they go out late at night it brings out all the fantasies he hasafter having one too many pints of rum while gambling coins away stating that Art's wasting his time, "you should be focusing on pussy above sea level” Patrick grunts almost toppling over the blonde boy the smell of alcohol and sour musk making art cringe "and you need a bath jesus" he shoves Patrick off of him.

Art is completely undeterred.

It’s the same process tonight slowly walk up the wooden steps from below deck making sure not to wake the sleeping men hanging from their hammocks and make shift cots. He silently walks across the deck and jump off the ship sprinting down towards the shore, he sits and waits on the dock gazing towards the open ocean until he hopefully sees you.

He almost gives up when It's past midnight but stops in his tracks when something bobs up and down on the horizon, small ripples on the surface of the murky water meeting sand.

His throat feels tight when he spots the mysterious creature that's been leaving gifts for him, a woman, you. Absolutely beautiful in every way glowing under the moonlight your scales glimmering different hues of blue and green under the surface.

you flinch the minute his feet give way on the wooden planks Art's heart stops not wanting you to escape. This was the first time he'd ever seen you and he refuses to fuck this up.

"wait." He whispers raising his hands in surrender "I'm not going to hurt you just please-" his voice cracks "don't leave.." he begs. He feels pathetic realizing how desperate he sounds the entire crew wouldn't let him live down how whipped he is but he doesn't give a damn, he's been craving you for so long.

it takes all of you not to swim away he can tell, to dive back into the watery depths but you'd been fantasizing for so long too. Watching him move about the ship hidden behind rocks or below the belly of the ship. It made you feel like a creep at first, stalking a man who might actually be terrified of you and your condition but your crush pushes down your worries.

you find the courage to mumble a soft "hi.." it makes Art's heart soar.

"What's your name?" He asks voice barely above a whisper thinking how this is too good to be true.

You quietly mumble your name swimming closer "what about you?" you ask.

"Art, I'm Art." He mutters absolutely mesmerized. He laughs at how ludicrous this is the mermaids actually exist.. he might be in love with a mermaid.

The action makes you wary "why.. are you making fun of me?" You furrow your brows drifting back not realizing it was from a place of admiration and awe

"no, no way never!" he stammers "just.. I never thought this would happen.. they all said I was crazy. Patricks going to flip out." He rambles.

You've heard that name "Patrick? the the crude one?" you chuckle.

Art's jaw drops, you've been watching me.. us?"

you nod meekly "I've been leaving all my treasures.. I hope it wasn't too forward." you wince the idea of turning him off.

"it's the nicest thing anyones ever done for me.." he smiles softly reassuring you, "except for when Patrick let me win that one sparing match for a prize but that's another conversation" he rants

"is he your lover? Patrick?" you question cocking your head curiously, trying to tamper down any jealousy you feel

"no just friends.. we've done stuff but um it's normal guys just being friends" Art blushes it's endearing "nice guy's being friends" you snicker, "I have a friend like that too.. Tashi she's perfect" you gush.

It throws Art off bubbling sense of ownership making him feel guilty, you're not an object to keep 'Tashi' his face sours

"but she's not you!" you shake your head consoling him "no one could ever be you.." He smirks a little bit of cockiness bubbling inside him you like him too the idea getting to his head.

panic sets in as the sky begins to lighten "I need to go, I'm sorry" you sputter the onslaught of sadness hitting you in waves, leaving him here crushing your heart

"how can I see you again I need to see you please." Art rushes forward into the water

your brain clambers for any ideas when something pops up, "here" you hand over an old conch shell covered in seaweed and barnacles he glances up confused.

"Speak into it and I will hear you." you clarify "I will come when I can"

you reach out and take hold of his fingers in your webbed hands a relieved sigh leaves Art's lips as he closes his eyes, actual heaven. He hears a splash and opens them just as quick staring at open waves as if you were never there.

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Pirate!Art Donaldson x Mermaid!Reader tiny thought

Watched pirates of the Caribbean again and sighhhh Pirate Art Donaldson

Art hears it before he wakes a low hum echos into his room below deck it startles him awake. His bleary eyes shoot open to scan the room “god..” he curses rubbing his eyes blaming audible hallucinations on exhaustion but stills when he hears it again, louder. Art jostles out of his sleepy stupor and is quick to stand perking up more as the soft tune fills the air. Art slowly follows the sound his footsteps creaking on the wooden boards of the ship towards the porthole, he peeks out feeling his heartbeat thrumming in his ears as he glances towards the rocky shore where he finds the beautiful melody coming from a silhouette in the distance, you.

He’s fixated watching as you’re sat down below your skin glistening under the moons light, small holographic scales along your body making you glow. Arts completely transfixed.

He can’t help himself and mumbles a “hey”attempting to catch your attention

You jump startled, your wide eyes meeting his. Art feels guilty for scaring you, sensing your nervousness he bites his lip an apology about to leave his mouth when he zones in on what seems to be a shimmering tail floating right above the waters surface. “Wha-“ Art furrows his eyebrows and squints but you dive back into the ocean disappearing before he could get out another word.

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