I don't like many of the authors' decisions here – sometimes their tropes, sometimes their choice of how they present events, dialogues, sometimes their characters, relationships between them or their appearance. It's not a bad thing. I have a right to feel this way.
But I would never tell them about it. Not because I don't have the courage to do it but because it would give them nothing, nothing good. You criticise when someone asks for it – when someone doesn't, then you should keep quiet.
Why? Because perhaps someone does not want this criticism and it's their right too. I, for example, don't care and I don't want to know how much someone dislikes something in my work. I don't need the fake appreciation of others, just as others don't need mine.
If I don't like someone's stories, I just leave them alone. God bless all of them! Write and be happy.
No one here is an oracle or judge, and some people feel that way. If you don't like what the authors are writing and their choices, give them a holy peace or else all you'll achieve is that they'll be discouraged from writing – they'll think: maybe nobody wants to read this after all, look at my characters, maybe it's pointless, maybe everyone thinks about me and my writing this way.
Sowing doubt and passive humiliation is very popular here for some reason and I find it incredibly annoying. People don't know when to shut their mouths and when their private opinion to which they are, after all, entitled hurts others, making them uncomfortable.
Our right to free speech should not cut someone's wings and mock them. This is an expression of disrespect and basic culture.
Not everyone has to want to change, to develop if it is not their profession but a simple hobby.
Anonymity does not make malicious gibberish sound any smarter, and a large audience or reactions under posts does not make anyone entitled to post an opinion in which they criticise works of others for their choices.
"Why do you write with only small letters? It's so annoying. This character would never do this, are you dumb? Aemond would never betray his family! Oh nooo, next Visenya on a big dragon? Why these OC's are so boring? Reader insert is just for you because you are desperate to fuck. Why do your OC is fat? Why do your OC is slim? Why do make your OC look like this, why won't you try something new? Why do you put Alys in your story as a third wheel when she is Aemond's real love interest?"
Shut. The fuck. UUUUUUP. GOD.
You say – you don't agree, don't read, I have a right to my opinion. Well, I say: your right does not absolve you from thinking about the feelings of others.
You are hypocrites. You cry and make a hiatus when someone sends you a nasty anon writing that you write crap, but you devote 2,000 words on your blog to why a certain trope doesn't make sense, why other authors don't have a right to make their OC's look the way they want.
What you write is not private, it's public. Who are you writing it to? Is it an expression of your frustration? Those you write it about can read it. They may feel very, very bad about it, they can think to stop writing at all or make themselves to do something against their will. But that's not your concern anymore, right?
Taking responsibility for your own words only when it's convenient for you is an expression of immaturity and that's what I see in this fandom – most people here are afraid of adulthood and the clash with it. Because in adulthood everything we do has consequences to face.
But it's easier to say that we simply have the right to express our opinion, no matter how hurtful and unfounded it may be.
I want to be clear – I will see anyone reblogging or write this kind of posts – I will block them. Even if I like you, if you are with me for a long time. I don't want to see this kind of toxic behavior on my wall ever again. Enough is enough.
Charnie, if you aren’t too busy spinning story gold with WYS I have a request. thanks to you I have fallen down Charlie Hunnam rabbit hole and would die of happiness if you wrote some more Ray from The Gentlemen smut. That man has me in a chokehold 🥵
A/N: Raymond Smithx F!Reader. Smut. Semi-Public sex.
Raymond is all about clean lines. He likes tight military corners. He likes bone-white plates and organized gun racks. He does not do mess. He does not do chaos. It unnerves him. It gives him hives.
“Do you love me?” you breathe against his ear - manicured nails threading through his hair.
“I wish I didn’t,” he rumbles as he hauls you flush to his chest - presses you even closer to his skin than seems humanly possible. He can taste your scent - the floral punch of jasmine and clean vodka. He roots his nose into your hair - drags his palms over your waist. He cannot get enough of you. He cannot get you out of his head.
He doesn’t say i love you back because it would mean all sorts of things he cannot touch. Not here. Not with all the shit they do for Mickey as a pair - as a unit.
He grasps the hinge of your jaw and tugs you up to his mouth. You edge your teeth over his lower lip and when he plunges his tongue deep - you whimper like a startled kitten.
“Fuck, darling,” he husks. “Fucking hell.”
***
You try to break Raymond in so many different ways. You're his foil and his setback. You're the flip-side of his coin. You’re a too-good shot and Mickey loves you because you’re smart and a woman and Mickey has always thought women better in every regard.
"It's law, man. It's fucking absolute."
Your lips twitch as you watch Ray interrogate. Your shiny hair and crossed arms and the silver hilt of your gun. Your leather jacket the color of damp clay or old blood. Sometimes you’ll leave him for weeks to find yourself - run off to Dublin or Edinburgh or Prague.
“I needed those dark shadow cities,” you whisper every time you slip back into his bed. It doesn't matter if you haven't showered - if you still smell like a dusty airplane cabin. Your palm creeps warm over his heart. “I needed to be away, baby.”
And Ray - despite hating your inability to follow a clear path - will always turn over and silence you with his mouth.
i know i know i know
***
“Oh,” you pant as he grabs under your thighs. He has the strength to lift you up and against the wall and you’re out of words - out of breath as he teases you under your skirt. He has his gun in his hand and his hand pressed to your face so that the hilt leaves imprints on your cheek. You lick at his thumb as he plays with your wet cunt - stroking and grinding as each thrust of his hand sends you up the cheap painted paneling. He's gonna smell like pussy after this - he's gonna smell like you and he'd live in it and -
They’re fully dressed. They’re on an errand for Mickey and sometimes they play this game to see how fast they can do what they have to do and then use the rest of their time to fuck.
But today - Ray had missed you too much to wait. The second they’d stepped into the building, he’d yanked you into a storage closet. The kid they need to rough up is right down the hall and we’ll handle him later, pet - let me touch you first - finger that little cunt until you get me all wet -
“You’ll be the death of me, Smith,” you groan against his mouth. You’re shaking in his arms - going all tight and tense as he feels your pussy clench around his knuckles. There’s the slick squelch of you taking three of his fingers at once - again and again - and he curves his thumb up and nudges it over your clit.
“You’re such an obedient thing like this,” he drawls as he sucks a mark into your throat - as he nips at your jaw. “Fuck - I wish I had my cock in you.”
“Do it,” you plead and it’s the only damn time you’re ever this needy - this soft and sweet. He’s got his gun burning up against your flesh and your heart is pounding - bursting in your chest as you choke and shudder. You reach between them - tugging at the button of his trousers. “God - you wear too many layers.”
He chuckles as you try your best. He glances down to watch you for a moment - enjoying your frustration. It’s good today. This is good - you’re in a pleasant mood and it feels as if he could swallow you whole without a fight. There are so few moments that you allow him to have you like this - allow him in.
“The kid,” you mutter as you finally grip his cock - forcing a growl from between his teeth. His muscles are jumping - flexing and rippling and his beard is making your lips puffy and bruised.
“Fuck the kid,” he grumbles before he’s dropping his hips just enough that you can release him from his trousers. He snaps forward - fills you to the hilt as you both exhale sharply with pleasure and surprise at the feeling. He's been inside you hundreds of times and still - it's always like sticking his cock in the sun - butter - a slick tight fist. You’re dripping wet - quivering and blood-hot and fuck oh ray - raymond - shit baby - harder - faster - just like that - you feel so good -
He slams his hand above your head and keeps it there to anchor himself. You use your core strength to hitch your knees higher around his waist - squeezing against his ribs. You fuck into him - meet every roll of his hips as you hold his face between your hands to kiss him frantically.
He knows you’ll have another fall out - another night where you need to run away to some gothic city. He thinks he’ll stop you next time - he’ll invite himself - he’ll choose somewhere brighter - maybe Paris - maybe not - maybe he’ll be just fine going with you straight North - along the coast with all that dark ocean lapping at their sides -
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