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reasonsforhope · 1 year ago

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Legit though, we should start turning ecosystem restoration and work to make our world more tolerant to the effects of climate change into annual holidays and festivals

Like how just about every culture used to have festivals to celebrate the beginning of the harvest or its end, or the beginning of planting, or how whole communities used to host barn raisings and quilting bees - everyone coming together at once to turn the work of months or years into the work of a few days

Humble suggestions for festival types:

Goat festival

Besides controlled burns (which you can't do if there's too much dead brush), the fastest, most effective, and most cost-efficient way to clear brush before fire season - esp really heavy dead brush - is to just. Put a bunch of goats on your land for a few days!

Remember that Shark Tank competitor who wanted to start a goat rental company, and everyone was like wtf? There was even a whole John Oliver bit making fun of the idea? Well THAT JUST PROVES THEY'RE FROM NICE WET PLACES, because goat rental companies are totally a thing, and they're great.

So like. Why don't we have a weekend where everyone with goats just takes those goats to the nearest land that needs a ton of clearing? Public officials could put up maps of where on public lands grazing is needed, and where it definitely shouldn't happen. Farmers and people/groups with a lot of acres that need clearing can post Goat Requests.

Little kids can make goat-themed crafts and give the goats lots of pets or treats at the end of the day for doing such a good job. Volunteers can help wrangle things so goats don't get where they're not supposed to (and everyone fences off land nowadays anyway, mostly). And the goats, of course, would be in fucking banquet paradise.

Planting Festival and Harvest Festival

Why mess with success??? Bring these back where they've disappeared!!! Time to swarm the community gardens and help everyone near you with a farm make sure that all of their seeds are sown and none of the food goes to waste in the fields, decaying and unpicked.

And then set up distribution parts of the festival so all the extra food gets where it needs to be! Boxes of free lemons in front of your house because you have 80 goddamned lemons are great, but you know what else would be great? An organized effort to take that shit to food pantries (which SUPER rarely get fresh produce, because they can't hold anything perishable for long at all) and community/farmer's markets

Rain Capture Festival

The "water year" - how we track annual rainfall and precipitation - is offset from the regular calendar year because, like, that's just when water cycles through the ecosystems (e.g. meltwater). At least in the US, the water year is October 1st through September 30th of the next year, because October 1st is around when all the snowmelt from last year is gone, and a new cycle is starting as rain begins to fall again in earnest.

So why don't we all have a big barn raising equivalent every September to build rain capture infrastructure?

Team up with some neighbors to turn one of those little grass strips on the sidewalk into a rain-garden with fall-planting plants. Go down to your local church and help them install some gutters and rain barrels. Help deculvert rivers so they run through the dirt again, and make sure all the storm drains in your neighborhood are nice and clear.

Even better, all of this - ESPECIALLY the rain gardens - will also help a ton with flood control!

I'm so serious about how cool this could be, yall.

And people who can't or don't want to do physical stuff for any of these festivals could volunteer to watch children or cook food for the festival or whatever else might need to be done!

Parties afterward to celebrate all the good work done! Community building and direct local improvements to help protect ourselves from climate change!

The possibilities are literally endless, so not to sound like an influencer or some shit, but please DO comment or reply or put it in the notes if you have thoughts, esp on other things we could hold festivals like this for.

Canning festivals. "Dig your elderly neighbors out of the snow" festivals. Endangered species nesting count festival. Plant fruit trees on public land and parks festival. All of the things that I don't know anywhere near enough to think of. Especially in more niche or extreme ecosystems, there are so many possibilities that could do a lot of good

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ssahotchnerr · 3 months ago

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how about girl!dad hotch taking the family to the pumpkin patch??

sweater weather

AW cw; fem!reader, protective girl dad!aaron, playful banter, and a wholeee lot of domestic fluff <3 (and i mean a lot) wc; 1.1k

"Sweetheart, do you know where Ellie's hat is?"

"Hat?" You finally managed to get Jack's boot on his foot, he definitely needed to size up before winter officially commenced. "It should be in her bag, if it was packed to begin with."

It was Saturday morning; instead of sleeping in, starting off the day slow, Aaron had insisted on getting to the pumpkin farm the literal second it opened, in order to beat the October crowds.

And the earlier it was, the chillier it was outside too.

The temperature had just started dropping consistently; you've had a mild September, as well as a warm beginning to the month. But now, it was just past ten, and it was bordering within the mid to high 40s.

And so, before any fun was had, Aaron took it upon himself to bundle up Ellie in her warmest coat - along with a fuzzy hat, a pair of gloves. She looked rather uneasy as each layer grew, but simply allowed her father to indulge in bundling her up with zero protests.

She was an easy baby, now almost-toddler; never too fussy, just happy to be there, and more than thrilled to simply be in the presence of her dad (who notably was also wearing thermal, autumn attire.)

You, on the other hand, would never miss an opportunity to poke fun at your husband.

"Aaron." You laughed gently, your eyebrows crinkling as you took Jack's hand, helping him out of the car.

He peered across the middle at you, his hands halting as he secured Ellie's hat onto her head. A quizzical yet amused expression appeared on his face as he saw you were entertained. "What?"

"It's not that cold." You teased, before diverting your attention elsewhere for a moment - offering the instructions to stay close to Jack, other families beginning to pull into the parking lot - before back to Aaron. "A coat is really all she needs."

He rolled his eyes as you laughed again, pulling Ellie's hat down a bit more gently to ensure her ears were covered. "It's cold enough. And the wind isn't helping either, huh Ellie?"

"Cold." She repeated, shivering gently.

"See." He tossed you a playful smirk, before gazing fondly at his daughter. "That's right."

Once satisfied she was thoroughly warm, Aaron hoisted Ellie on his side to allow him a free hand to close the door. He then walked around the front of the car, meeting you, and poking your side jokingly.

You swatted his hand away with a giggle, your face lighting up. "You ready to pick out a pumpkin Jackers? You're going to need to help out your sister too, she doesn't quite know how this works."

"Yeah!" Jack nodded enthusiastically, eyes pleading. "Can we carve it when we get home?"

"Sure." Aaron agreed, although feigning a timid expression. "Not too scary of a face though, right?"

Jack shook his head, grinning. "The scariest."

As the four of you entered the farm, Ellie's brown eyes grew, as there were numerous festivities to look at and absorb. Instantly, she began attempting to wiggle her way out of Aaron's hold, pointing forward and whining in impatience.

He put her down softly and her little legs carried her over to her brother, babbling his name as she attempted to catch up.

"Jack," You alerted gently, your own pace picking up a tad until she was at his side.

"I know, I got her." He took a hold of his sister's hand, clutching onto it tightly. "I can show her where the little pumpkins are. Those are more Ellie-sized."

"Who's the protective one now?" Aaron teased, a playful smirk adorned on his face as he looked at you.

"You hush."

Ellie inevitably slowed Jack down - not new to walking as she was nearly two, but definitely new when it came to navigating in boots.

It was entertaining nonetheless, adorable as she waddled slightly in imbalance.

And Jack, the best brother there ever was, was patient; sticking to her speed, even pointing at different things for her to take notice of: the maze with cornstalks towering over, farm animals, the pumpkins.

Aaron and yourself fell a few feet behind, allowing them to lead the way. However, you couldn't help but let your gaze switch and linger on Aaron.

Your heart warmed from the happiness radiating off his face; his eyes doing that sparkling thing you adored, or his lips pulling into a smile as he watched the kids. It was subtle, in complete Aaron Hotchner fashion, but the most exceedingly obvious thing to you.

Aaron felt your stare, meeting it, "Can't keep your eyes off me today, can you?"

"Can you blame me? Just look at you." You quipped in return, grabbing ahold of his forearm and nestling into his side. All joking aside, "I love seeing you happy, is all."

"Yeah well," A full smile escaped him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you more against him if possible, smushing you into his side. "I have a lot to be happy for."

You beamed up at him, laying your head into him in a makeshift embrace. "I'm glad."

Aaron pressed a long kiss into your temple. It would've been more lasting, but Ellie tripped forward, causing him to quickly move forward to help her back to her feet.

"Hey you're okay." He consoled quickly to prevent any meltdowns, her bottom lip protruding and eyes watering. He swiftly wiped the traces of dirt that smeared onto her jacket. "You're alright."

Pumpkin picking was a little chaotic - Jack busied himself with the task of selecting the biggest pumpkin he could possibly find, and periodically would advance a bit too far - you'd have to remind him to stay near.

Meanwhile, Ellie attempted to pick up nearly every pumpkin she found. She would pick one, hand it to Aaron. Pick another, and repeat, all while squealing in delight. If it were up to her, she would bring the entire patch home.

You of course, took a multitude of pictures to share with the BAU family, as well as collecting memories of your own: Aaron cheesing with the two of them, Jack and his prized large pumpkin, Ellie with her own little pile, and the two of them sitting on a hay bale.

But finally - with the crowd heightening, and nap time approaching - Aaron kneeled in front of Ellie, a small pumpkin in each hand. "Which one you wanna take home, pumpkin?"

You snorted a soft laugh at his pun, Aaron peered up at you knowingly.

Ellie studied the two of them, before her tiny hands clasped onto the one on his right, pausing with almost hesitant happiness; wanting her dad's approval she made the right decision.

And of course, Aaron's grin widened. "Great job, honey. It's the perfect choice."

You smiled to yourself.

Aaron was right - there was a lot to be happy for.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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"Efficiency" left the Big Three vulnerable to smart UAW tactics

Tomorrow (September 22), I'm (virtually) presenting at the DIG Festival in Modena, Italy. Tomorrow night, I'll be in person at LA's Book Soup for the launch of Justin C Key's "The World Wasn’t Ready for You." On September 27, I'll be at Chevalier's Books in Los Angeles with Brian Merchant for a joint launch for my new book The Internet Con and his new book, Blood in the Machine.

It's been 143 days since the WGA went on strike against the Hollywood studios. While early tactical leaks from the studios had studio execs chortling and twirling their mustaches about writers caving once they started losing their homes, the strikers aren't wavering – they're still out there, pounding the picket lines, every weekday:

https://www.cnbc.com/2023/08/09/how-hollywood-writers-make-ends-meet-100-days-into-the-writers-guild-strike.html

The studios obviously need writers. That gleeful, anonymous studio exec who got such an obvious erotic charge at the thought of workers being rendered homeless as punishment for challenging his corporate power completely misread the room, and his comments didn't demoralize the writers. Instead, they inspired the actors to go on strike, too.

But how have the writers stayed out since May Day? How have the actors stayed out for 69 days since their strike started on Bastille Day? We can thank the studios for that! As it turns out, the studios have devoted so much energy to rendering creative workers as precarious as possible, hiring as little as they can getting away with and using punishing overtime as a substitute for adequate staffing that they've eliminated all the workers who can't survive on side-hustles and savings for six or seven months at a time.

But even for those layoff-hardened workers, long strikes are brutal, and of course, all the affiliated trades, from costumers to grips, are feeling the pain. The strike fund only goes so far, and non-striking, affected workers don't even get that. That's why I've been donating regularly to the Entertainment Community Fund, which helps all affected workers out with cash transfers (I just gave them another $500):

https://secure2.convio.net/afa/site/Donation2?df_id=8117&8117.donation=form1&mfc_pref=T

As hot labor summer is revealed as a turning point – not just a season – long strikes will become the norm. Bosses still don't believe in worker power, and until they get their minds right, they're going to keep on trying to starve their workforces back inside. To get a sense of how long workers will have to hold out, just consider the Warrior Met strike, where Alabama coal-miners stayed out for 23 months:

https://www.thenation.com/article/activism/warrior-met-strike-union/

As Kim Kelly explained to Adam Conover in the latest Factually podcast, the Alabama coal strikers didn't get anywhere near the attention that the Hollywood strikers have enjoyed:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvyMHf7Yg0Q

(To learn more about the untold story of worker organizing, from prison unions to the key role that people of color and women played in labor history, check out Kelly's book, "Fight Like Hell," now in paperback:)

https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/Fight-Like-Hell/Kim-Kelly/9781982171063

Which brings me to the UAW strike. This is an historic strike, the first time that the UAW has struck all of the Big Three automakers at once. Past autoworkers' strikes have marked turning points for all American workers. The 1945/46 GM strike established employers' duty to cover worker pensions, health care, and cost of living allowances. The GM strike created the American middle-class:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-18-uaw-strikes-built-american-middle-class/

The Big Three are fighting for all the marbles here. They are refusing to allow unions to organize EV factories. Given that no more internal combustion cars will be in production in just a few short years, that's tantamount to eliminating auto unions altogether. The automakers are flush with cash, including billions in public subsidies from multiple bailouts, along with billions more from greedflation price-gouging. A long siege is inevitable, as the decimillionaires running these companies earn their pay by starving out their workers:

https://www.businessinsider.com/general-motors-ceo-mary-barra-salary-auto-workers-strike-uaw-2023-9

The UAW knows this, of course, and their new leadership – helmed by the union's radical president Shawn Fain – has a plan. UAW workers are engaged in tactical striking, shutting down key parts of the supply chain on a rolling basis, making the 90-day strike fund stretch much farther:

https://prospect.org/blogs-and-newsletters/tap/2023-09-18-labors-militant-creativity/

In this project, they are greatly aided by Big Car's own relentless pursuit of profit. The automakers – like every monopolized, financialized sector – have stripped all the buffers and slack out of their operations. Inventory on hand is kept to a bare minimum. Inputs are sourced from the cheapest bidder, and they're brought to the factory by the lowest-cost option. Resiliency – spare parts, backup machinery – is forever at war with profits, and profits have won and won and won, leaving auto production in a brittle, and easily shattered state.

This is especially true for staffing. Automakers are violently allergic to hiring workers, because new workers get benefits and workplace protection. Instead, the car companies routinely offer "voluntary" overtime to their existing workforce. By refusing this overtime, workers can kneecap production, without striking.

Enter "Eight and Skate," a campaign among UAW workers to clock out after their eight hour shift. As Keith Brower Brown writes for Labor Notes, the UAW organizers are telling workers that "It’s crossing an unofficial picket line to work overtime. It’s helping out the company":

https://labornotes.org/2023/09/work-extra-during-strike-auto-workers-say-eight-and-skate

Eight and Skate has already started to work; the Buffalo Ford plant can no longer run its normal weekend shifts because workers are refusing to put in voluntary overtime. Of course, bosses will strike back: the next step will be forced overtime, which will lead to the unsafe conditions that unionized workers are contractually obliged to call paid work-stoppages over, shutting down operations without touching the strike fund.

What's more, car bosses can't just halt safety stoppages or change the rules on overtime; per the UAW's last contract, bosses are required to bargain on changes to overtime rules:

https://uaw.org/wp-content/uploads/2023/09/Working-Without-Contract-FAQ-FINAL-2.pdf

Car bosses have become lazily dependent on overtime. At GM's "highly profitable" SUV factory in Arlington, TX, normal production runs a six-days, 24 hours per day. Workers typically work five eight-hour days and nine hours on Saturdays. That's been the status quo for 11 years, but when bosses circulated the usual overtime signup sheet last week, every worker wrote "a big fat NO" next to their names.

Writing for The American Prospect, David Dayen points out that this overtime addiction puts a new complexion on the much-hyped workerpocalypse that EVs will supposedly bring about. EVs are much simpler to build than conventional cars, the argument goes, so a US transition to EVs will throw many autoworkers out of work:

https://prospect.org/labor/2023-09-20-big-threes-labor-shortages-uaw/

But the reality is that most autoworkers are doing one and a half jobs already. Reducing the "workforce" by a third could leave all these workers with their existing jobs, and the 40-hour workweek that their forebears fought for at GM inn 1945/46. Add to that the additional workers needed to make batteries, build and maintain charging infrastructure, and so on, and there's no reason to think that EVs will weaken autoworker power.

And as Dayen points out, this overtime addiction isn't limited to cars. It's also endemic to the entertainment industry, where writers' "mini rooms" and other forms of chronic understaffing are used to keep workforces at a skeleton crew, even when the overtime costs more than hiring new workers.

Bosses call themselves job creators, but they have a relentless drive to destroy jobs. If there's one thing bosses hate, it's paying workers – hence all the hype about AI and automation. The stories about looming AI-driven mass unemployment are fairy tales, but they're tailor made for financiers who get alarming, life-threatening priapism at the though of firing us all and replacing us with shell-scripts:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/09/autocomplete-worshippers/#the-real-ai-was-the-corporations-that-we-fought-along-the-way

This is why Republican "workerism" rings so hollow. Trump's GOP talks a big game about protecting "workers" (by which they mean anglo men) from immigrants and "woke captialism," but they have nothing to say about protecting workers from bosses and bankers who see every dime a worker gets as misappropriated from their dividend.

Unsurprisingly, conservative message-discipline sucks. As Luke Savage writes in Jacobin, for every mealymouthed Josh Hawley mouthing talking points that "support workers" by blaming China and Joe Biden for the Big Three's greed, there's a Tim Scott, saying the quiet part aloud:

https://jacobin.com/2023/09/republicans-uaw-strike-hawley-trump-scott/

Quoth Senator Scott: "I think Ronald Reagan gave us a great example when federal employees decided they were going to strike. He said, you strike, you’re fired. Simple concept to me. To the extent that we can use that once again, absolutely":

https://twitter.com/American_Bridge/status/1704136706574741988

The GOP's workerism is a tissue-thin fake. They can never and will never support real worker power. That creates an opportunity for Biden and Democrats to seize:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/18/co-determination/#now-make-me-do-it

Reversing two generations of anti-worker politics is a marathon, not a sprint. The strikes are going to run for months, even years. Every worker will be called upon to support their striking siblings, every day. We can do it. Solidarity now. Solidarity forever.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/21/eight-and-skate/#strike-to-rule

#pluralistic #strikes #uaw #labor #automakers #big three #big car #eight and skate #work to rule #tactics

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slaytheusurper · 3 months ago

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⭑ Name day celebrations ⭑

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Pairing: Husband!Aemond x Wife!Sister!Reader x King!Aegon

A/N: Finally I finished this filthy piece, it took me a while because for some reason the entire universe was against me in September BUT it's here! And it's fucking dirty...

Warning: NSFW, +18 MDNI, making out, grinding, humping, handjob (both f and m receiving), oraljob (both f and m receiving), titty sucking, lactation kink, aegond, f and m vaginal sex, m and m anal sex.

Summary: Your name day could only be a big celebration as your brother the king loved you so much. And both him and your husband made it their mission to give you a night to never forget.

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The sound of wine pouring in your cup snapped you out of your thoughts. You thanked the servant who filled it and went back to focusing on how your handmaiden was adjusting your dress. It was possibly the most beautiful dress you had ever worn, green with a golden embroidered dragon on the corset. The dress was Aegon’s request and Helaena had embroidered it for you. Thankfully the dress was adjusted a bit so as not to squeeze your small growing belly, something that both your brothers were quite eager to show off to the realm.

Before you knew it your handmaiden was helping you with your jewellery and headpiece and your ethereal look was finished. The headpiece matched your dress and a green veil was attached on the back of it, making you look even more royal. A knock could be heard on your door and with your permission it opened, revealing your husband, Aemond. You smiled at him through the reflection of the mirror and your handmaiden left to give you some privacy. The second the door closed behind her, Aemond walked up behind you. His hands already reaching for your small belly.

Even though you were only 4 months, your breasts had swollen and were filling with milk. He smiled as he glanced down over your shoulder, his sharp chin resting on it. You know he will be a proud father. “You look more beautiful every day. I knew you were meant to be a mother.” You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, he always knew how to make you blush. Of course he couldn’t take his eyes off of your swollen breasts either. Both him and Aegon were obsessed with your tits, always fondling them, sucking on them and worshipping them when you shared the bed. “Stop staring, we have to get to the throne room soon. They’ll be waiting for us.” You said, even though you wanted nothing more than for your brothers to give your breasts some relief.

“Hm.” Aemond let go of you reluctantly and took your arm to lead you to the festivities. While walking through the halls, Aegon joined at your other side with a grin. “You look amazing my love, pregnancy looks good on you, as does that dress.” He complimented, linking your free arm with his. While still heading for the throne room Aegon leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I can’t wait to take it off you tonight.” You bit your lip at the thought. Even before you were with child both your brothers could rarely be satiated but now it was impossible. The three of you were almost near the throne room, and guards, people of court and the hand came near. You tried to pull your arm from Aegon to maintain appearances but he would not budge so you stopped in your tracks.

“Aegon- “ You protested but he cut you off before you could even say another word. “I have told you before and will tell you again about how much I don’t give a fuck. I am the king and you are my sister, I will show you affection however I want. And if anyone has a problem with that they will simply meet Sunfyre.” He ranted. You sighed and Aegon started walking again, pulling you and Aemond with him. The grand doors were already opened so that the invited guests could take their seats at the long tables. The three of you stepped inside, the hand, your mother and sister Helaena following you.

The moment you were announced, clapping hands loudly filled the room, which put a smile on your face. You were known as the more kind but social sister and the smallfolk adored you for it as did the lords and ladies of Westeros. You walked through the throne room up the steps towards the royal table and took your seats. Aegon was of course in the middle, on his right was you and on his left was Helaena. To your right your husband Aemond and to his right your mother Alicent. Next to Helaena was the hand himself, your grandsire.

And thus the table was almost complete. The first of the big houses were announced, the first one being your own sister and uncle, Rhaenyra and Daemon, with their children. They greeted and congratulated you and took their seats at the royal table. House Velaryon was announced and they too greeted and congratulated you and took their seat at the table right below. And so did the other big houses until the feast could finally begin.

Aegon of course wasted no time in filling his cup, even though he felt calmer with you at his side and his favourite food in front of him, he still felt unease with all the eyes on him. You noticed the big gulp he took of his wine and you placed your hand on his that was resting in his lap, giving him a soft reassuring squeeze. That made him put his wine down, to focus on his food instead. Which was chicken, your favourite too. Aemond just rested his left hand on your belly, like he had ever since it was confirmed you were with child.

Ever since that night that broke out in a fight two years ago, you made sure that whenever your nephew’s came to visit there would be no pig served. Especially not at your birthday feast. You wanted nothing more than for everyone to be happy and calm. The night went on peacefully, people danced, came up to congratulate you and after some wine Aegon decided to grab your hand and pull you on the dance floor. He never really loved dancing but he loved dancing with you. All the envious eyes on the two of you and in the corner of your eye was your husband with a small smile. You knew he secretly loved it when Aegon made you laugh, so he didn’t mind sharing at all.

However not everyone could share such cheerful spirit, for the hand already had his piercing gaze on the two of you the second Aegon pulled you from the table in the first place. Even though you tried to somewhat keep up appearances the entire realm knew what was going on between the three of you, of course no one dared to speak of it as Aegon is their king and he is the law. Otto Hightower was the only one to dare speak his mind. Multipile times he tried to convince Aegon it was unseemly and sinful to cheat on his wife like that.

And every time Aegon told him that he didn’t know what he was talking about and that it was treason to accuse his king of such sins. Even your mother had given up and just decided to ignore it. When you went back to your table Otto’s eyes were still on the pair of you but you decided that you didn’t notice it and sat back next to your husband. The remainder of the night was filled with music, food, wine and cheerfulness. On the morrow there was to be a tourney in your name, even your uncle, Daemon was participating. Speaking of uncle’s, your other uncle, Gwayne Hightower, walked up the steps to congratulate you on not only your name day but of course also the babe.

You thanked him and he informed you that he would also be participating in the tourney tomorrow. Immediately you saw Daemon smirk in the corner of your eye and you knew tomorrow would be interesting. He descended the steps again and returned to the Hightower table. Soon more and more people were retiring and Aegon declared the feast over. Aemond took your hand and you noticed Aegon speaking hurriedly to a serving boy who nodded at his question. Before you could ask Aegon joined you and Aemond and they both led you to yours and Aemond’s shared bedchamber.

Deciding that it probably wasn’t anything interesting you held your tongue and were led quite hastily through the halls and up the steps. Once you reached the right doors, Aegon opened them and you noticed that there were no guards around, not even servants. Even your handmaiden was nowhere to be found. Once you were all inside, Aegon closed the doors. Your mouth opened slightly as you took in the must’ve been a good three hundred roses around the room, your bed, which was round and was concealed with airy, thin curtains now had candles surrounding it with only a small gap to enter.

Aemond stood behind you, like he had right before the feast, his hands already groping your breasts, his mouth kissing your neck and shoulder. Aegon wasted no time in joining you, his hands around your waist as his gaze fell to your lips. He dipped his head and pressed his forehead against yours, teasing you by grazing his wine stained lips across your soft ones. You gasped when Aemond sucked a lovemark onto your neck, and Aegon finally pressed his lips to yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, it didn’t matter how many times Aegon kissed you, it always felt like he took your breath away and set your body on fire. The kiss got heated quickly and Aegon left you no room to breathe. Aemond didn’t budge either, you could feel both of their erections against you, as you were sandwiched between them. As if you weren’t aching and desperate enough, they started to both hump and grind against you, leaving you a panting mess when Aegon finally paused kissing you. Both of their groans and whines filled your ear and your eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

Nothing felt better than having your strong king and frightening husband whining and moaning in your ears, while they humped you like pathetic virgins. You gripped Aegon tightly for more support and grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in again. Aemond seemed to get jealous and for the first time joined you and Aegon in the kiss. All three of your lips and tongue clashing together, their hips stilling in concentration. Then an idea popped in your head. You continued to kiss them for a while, vibrations of their whines and moans tingling in your mouth. Slowly you pulled away, and in a haze of heated passion they didn’t even notice they were making out with each other, tongue and all.

You watched in awe and realised that you had never witnessed such an arousing act. Sadly that only lasted a few moments before they both pulled away in realisation and their eyes met yours, then each other’s again. And to your surprise they both crashed their lips together again, their hips continuing movement once more. They both held you tightly between them as they continued their heated kiss. Aegon couldn’t help but whimper against Aemond’s lips, Aemond gasped in response. When they both felt like they couldn’t breathe, they let go. Both gasping for air, lips swollen and covered in each other's spit.

It was you who spoke first, breaking the silence. “I feel like we should explore this more, and if you really want to make me happy on my name day, you give me a show like that again.” You smiled, your hands moving to untie your dress. As this was a bit of a struggle, Aemond went to help you while Aegon, surprisingly, helped Aemond take his garments off. Once both you and Aemond were fully undressed, you both shared a look, and started to pull the strings and unclasp Aegon’s clothes. Once he too was undressed, Aemond took both yours and Aegon's hand and led you both over to your bed. You hadn’t even noticed the amount of soft blankets that were spread extra over your bed. It was incredibly cosy to lay on. When the three of you were settled on the bed, only then you noticed their change of demeanour.

Both their eyes were focused on your breasts and you knew exactly what they needed. Even though it was your name day, it gave you great pleasure to please your handsome brothers. So you laid against the big pile of pillows, inclined so that you didn’t lie flat in the bed. Both Aegon and Aemond were quick to join you on either side, wrapping their arms and legs possessively around you. Even when they were both in a submissive mood they made sure to show you that only they might lay their hands on you. You were theirs and theirs alone.

Aegon was first to impatiently suck on your breasts. Immediate relief flowed through you as Aegon’s mouth was filled with your milk, you could hear his whine on your right. Aemond started to kiss and lick your right breast, always making sure to show you love and attention first, so you would shower him with praise. “So good for me, always making sure that I feel good.” You sighed. Aemond moaned in response around your nipple, but before he too began to fulfil his lust, he swiftly removed his eye patch, loosening the clasp and throwing it next to the bed. His beautiful sapphire eye glistened in the candlelight. Only around you and Aegon did he feel comfortable enough to be this vulnerable.

“You look so beautiful baby, so pretty for me.” He kissed you in response before moving back to your breast. Meanwhile Aegon was still hungrily sucking on your tit like a starving babe. He was always the most impatient and loud of the two and you loved him for that. Aemond finally got his fill, softly moaning as he suckled at your breast. Both of your men looking up at you with their ethereal purple eyes, begging for praise and attention. You could never deny them, you used your free hands to caress both of their heads, fingers grazing through their silver hair.

They both shudder at the feeling and Aegon suddenly lets go, a bit of milk still in the corner of his mouth. His head was still resting against your breast as he let out a sigh of bliss. “Does it feel good mommy?” Aegon mumbled. “Very good baby, love you so much.” You said as you leaned in to kiss his head. Aegon smiled at that and tangled his leg closer in yours, his hard on now pressing against your leg. You could feel his pre cum leaking on your soft flesh and you knew he was too pent up not to start humping against you. And so he did, you looked down as his thick uncut cock rutted against you. You couldn’t help the soft fuck escaping your lips, and you gasped when Aemond’s hand had unnoticedly moved down your stomach right to your aching cunt.

You could feel his two fingers smear the slick around, gathering it so he could easily slip inside. He of course would never forget that it was your name day not theirs. And that you actually should have all the attention tonight. Aemond used his thick fingers to finger fuck you as he never let go of your breast. You could still feel the milk flow from your breast into his mouth. The sounds of Aegon moaning and mumbling added to the pleasure that waved through you. At last Aemond had his fill and now really focused on you.

He moved down towards your pussy and spread your legs a bit and then pushed your legs up against your stomach so he could move his head between them. One of his favourite past times was getting suffocated by your fleshy thighs. You let out a loud moan as his tongue lapped furiously at your clit, his fingers never slowing down inside you. He knew exactly how to make you scream his name and grip the sheets. Your left hand did exactly that, while your right hand was still resting on Aegon’s head who was still rutting against you. But Aegon’s pace started to falter and he became louder and louder which could only mean he was about to cum. But before he could Aemond removed his mouth from your cunt and pulled Aegon to his knees, right before him. Your hand fell at your side.

Aemond keeps surprising you tonight because before you could say anything, Aemond pulled Aegon in for another kiss and then wrapped his hand around his cock. Jerking him off while still making sure you reached your peak with his fingers. The sight of Aemond jerking Aegon off, his fingers pounding inside you and Aegon moaning and whining his brother’s name in his mouth made you cum, your entire body on fire, you held your breath as Aemond didn’t stop, focused now on getting Aegon off instead. Aegon was soon to follow due to his pent up arousal, cumming in thick ropes all over Aemond’s hand and the sheets below. The control he felt over Aegon made his own cock hurt in anticipation and he wanted nothing more than to feel that again.

You could almost see the shift in his eyes as he took in a sharp breath. Aegon fell limp against his brother's chest but Aemond gave him no time for a break. You watched as Aemond pulled his fingers out of you, making you wince at the loss of contact. Aemond let you take a breather however and ordered Aegon on his knees. “You’re going to be good for me and suck my cock, so our beautiful sister can watch.” He said calmly but there was an exciting tone behind his words. Aemond moved to lay against your legs, closer to Aegon while Aegon moved in between his brother's legs, licking his lips in anticipation. Clearly Aegon was excited for this too. But no one wanted to watch this more than you.

Aemond weaved his fingers in his brother's short hair, gripping it tightly. He wasn’t going to be as soft with his king as he did his princess. Aegon seemed a bit hesitant when his lips touched the tip of Aemond’s cock, unsure of what to exactly do. “Wrap your lips around it and suck, and as you know, be careful with your teeth.” Aegon seemed more confident now, sucking on Aemond’s tip, making him groan and let his head fall back in satisfaction. Aegon seemed to learn quickly, moving up and down his cock and even using his hand for what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

You looked at the scene with heavy eyes, your heart still beating fast and cunt still sensitive from your orgasm, but the sight before you revived you quickly. Sucking and gagging noises filled the room, as well as Aemond’s moans. It was so erotic you subconsciously panted along with Aemond. Both Aegon and Aemond were a glistening sweaty mess. Even Aemond’s usual perfectly groomed hair had gotten loose, some hairs getting in his face. Annoyed at the feeling, he pulled the small leather string out of his hair, which now fell loose behind him. Somehow it made him look even more god-like, pretty even.

Aemond started cursing and his breath hitched in his throat, knowing your husband, he would peak soon. Aegon noticed too from previous fucking sessions between the three of you, but now it was him who was about to get his mouth filled with seed. It only took for Aegon to lick and suck on his slit, which he knew felt insanely good, to make Aemond burst in his mouth. “Fuck, fucking take it, you fucking slut, take my seed, fuck!” Aemond ranted as Aegon gagged around his cock, his mouth overflowing, causing the seed to drip along Aemond’s shaft down to his balls.

You softly gasped at the scene, pressing your thighs together for some relief. Both Aemond and Aegon panted heavily as they let go of each other. You noticed Aegon was completely hard again and when he had somewhat caught his breath, you pulled him into you. Kissing him hard, tasting the salty cum on his tongue. You made out for a while until you decided you had waited long enough, and pushed Aegon down on the bed. Climbing on top of him, you use one hand on his chest to stabilise yourself and the other to line up his cock with your entrance. Now it was your turn to give Aemond a show.

Aegon gripped your fleshy hips tightly, knowing he was still sensitive from his previous orgasm. Slowly you sank down on his cock making the both of you moan at the feeling. Aemond, who had calmed down from his orgasm, now sat next to the both of you. When your cunt fully engulfed his length. You started grinding against him, while Aegon moved his hands to your breasts instead. He loved holding your tits while you fucked him dumb. The feeling of your warm slick cunt clenching around him never got old. He whimpered and groaned at the sensation.

Aemond now got closer, grabbing your chin he forced his lips on yours. Clearly he was feeling left out, and you wouldn’t want that. It was hard to concentrate on riding Aegon whilst Aemond had his tongue down your throat, thankfully Aegon noticed, his hands going back to your hips. He bent his knees so he could plant his feet on the bed and fuck up into you instead. The feeling of Aemond’s lips on yours, tongues and teeth clashing together and Aegon’s cock stretching you out became too much, with only a couple more pumps and Aemond’s fingers rubbing your clit, you squirted and came hard. “Holy fuck.” You gasped in Aemond’s mouth, who refused to let go of you.

Continuing to stimulate your clit until you were spasming on Aegon’s cock begging Aemond to stop. So he did. Aegon wasn’t finished however so you went back to riding him. But Aemond wasn’t at your side anymore, he moved behind you instead, and Aegon let out a cry of pleasure. You halted your movement to look back, only to see Aemond had his fingers in Aegon’s tight hole. Your mouth fell agape but Aegon whined and begged for you to continue, as he was close to finishing. Aemond continued to pump his fingers inside and lubed up his cock with spit.

Aegon winced as Aemond’s tip carefully prodded at his entrance. “Say you want me to fuck you, say you want me to fill you up here too.” Aemond ordered. “Yes- please- please fill me Aem- please-.” Aegon moaned between your bounces. The room was filled with the smell of sex, only driving you on. Aemond slowly stretched out Aegon’s hole, making him groan and Aegon whine at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He stilled when he was fully sheathed inside him waiting until Aegon grew accustomed to his size. You stilled as well, making sure Aegon was okay. When Aegon gave permission, Aemond started moving, thrusting inside him with need. You moved along in rhythm with Aemond, leaving Aegon a blabbering mess.

Aemond pounded against him harder, chasing that sweet release. But Aegon couldn’t hold on any longer and cried out as he filled you with his seed. Screaming both of your names while writhing underneath you. Tears filled his eyes at the overstimulation, Aemond did not slow down, his mind fogged from pleasure. Driving his cock deep inside Aegon, he hit Aegon’s prostate just right, making Aegon now actually cry from overstimulation. You moved to lay against Aegon’s chest, his still hard cock remaining inside you. You kissed and caressed his cheek, in effort to calm him a bit but he was still loudly moaning and jerking underneath you. Aemonds thrusts started to falter and with one last pump, he came with a loud “Fuck! Aegon!”, filling him up fully with his seed. The sensation caused Aegon to cum once more, tears falling down his cheeks and a loud cry from his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly against you for support.

Once both of your men had calmed down, Aemond took it upon himself to get up and search for a rag. Dampening it in a bowl of water and walking over to a fucked out Aegon and you. Carefully he cleaned both of you and the sheets up as much as he could, himself included, and threw the rag in the fire that was crackling in the background. It must have been the middle of the night now, neither of you knew how long you had been going at it but that didn’t matter. Aemond soon joined you again. He pulled you off Aegon and made you lie between them. Both of your boys softly caressing you to sleep.

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