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imagine-that-one-thing · 6 years

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That’s the point.

Smut Warning.

The one where Shawn is watching a Hockey Game but his S.O has other ideas in mind. Master List.

Your heels sound against the wooden floorboards of the hallway while your eyes scan over the mail. “Shawn?” You summon, unsure of whether he has gone for his evening run already or if he’s still around the house doing only god knows what.

“In here,” he calls back and you can only assume he’s in the living room with his eyes glued to the television.

You wander into the living and discover Shawn on the couch, he has one arm slumped over the arm of the couch, the other holding a beer while his feet, cosy in white socks, are propped up on the glass coffee table.

You assume has been in the same position on the couch for a while, for the lack of texts you received at work– you’re convinced he has been perched on the couch since at least six when the first hockey game began on television.

“Shawn,” your voice radiates at a moderate tone through the living room and he doesn’t bother to take his coffee coloured eyes from the television mantled on the wall, instead, he hums a response and urges a beer to his lips. “Have you eaten?” You question in a loving tone, a bit concerned that he has neglected to eat dinner in a frenzied attempt to soak in the high of the playoffs beginning.

Shawn hums again, resting his beer on his thigh, “is that a yes or no? Are you listening?” You snicker, advancing towards the couch and coming into view from the corner of his eye.

He grins and cocks his head to the side, “always listening, hun. Just kinda occupied,” he gestures to the screen, “watcha need? If my sister is blowing your phone up too, tell her I’m busy.”

You roll your eyes, “busy doing nothing,” you chuckle, “did you eat? I hope you’re not drinking on an empty stomach.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Yeah, I had pizza, there’s still some in the oven keeping warm.”

“Just making sure, here’s your mail,” you place his mail on the table, “feet, Mendes.” You tap his legs, he sighs but doesn’t draw them off the table to let you pass.

You glance over at him and raise a brow, “just because I’m watching hockey, doesn’t mean I don’t get my kiss,” he informs you.

“That’s debatable,” you shrug before giving in and leaning down to kiss him lightly.

“Thank you,” he grins before his attention goes back to the hockey game. You’re not really surprised by his lack of want to talk, he doesn’t get to sit down and watch hockey often, so when he gets a chance that’s all that runs through his mind, well, that and a few beers.

After pondering around the house aimlessly and keeping yourself occupied with the few household chores that needed tending, you fall to the couch with a huff. Shawn’s arm drapes around you loosely as he mutters something under his breath referring to the game.

You rest your head on him and his arm falls over your body, encompassing you with a bit more warmth than you had anticipated.

You can’t help but grin as you notice how he’s gradually beginning to rile himself up as the game continues. Him staring intently at the screen and groaning when things don’t favour the maple leafs is quite the turn on for you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He spits towards the television, “Are these refs blind?! that's not tripping! fucking bullshit call!” He roars towards the TV, forgetting that the refs can’t actually hear him. He senses you jolt beneath his touch and he promptly takes a breath, “sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You’re fine, just wasn’t expecting you to be so loud,” you giggle, assuring him that his passion for the game is of no worry to you.

You couldn’t really care less about him barking at the game, it’s more entertaining for you to watch him than it is to watch the game itself. “Where’s the interference call for that, you moron? How the fuck did he miss that call? he was standing right there!" .... “any closer and he’d been hit with the damn thing.” Shawn shakes his head, baffled with what he is witnessing on the screen, “why don’t they just play the damn game for ‘em? Fuck.”

“Maybe you should go and play for them,” you joke, repositioning yourself and placing your hand on his thigh.

“Humph, maybe I should. Maybe we’d actually fucking score,” he grumbles, shaking his head once more.

You take the chance to glide your hand further up his thigh before you settle your fingers to curve perfectly on his inner thigh and rest there. You notice his entrancing, molten-brown eyes flick from the game to your hand but he is prompt to go back to the game.

You bite your lip, somewhat frustrated he hasn’t taken the hint, usually the moment your hand is on his thigh, he knows.

“Shawn,” you draw his name out as it falls from your lips.

“Fuck, open your fucking eyes,” he mutters, his voice not so loud this time as he huffs and settles further into the couch.

“Shawn... I’m bored.”

“Watch the game,” he gestures towards the screen, not seeming to be too aware of the fact you have enraged demands that require his attention.

You sigh and roll your eyes before moving from your position on the couch and straddling him.

His brazen hands caress to your hips as he gazes at you, “I’m bored,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing the exposed skin of his neck that his light pink hoodie is failing to cover.

“But... the game,” he trails off, his breath quickening as you bite down carelessly and feel his fevered skin between your lips.

You suck lightly on his flawless skin before tearing away, “They’re going to lose anyway,” you whisper, your breath jostling his skin as his hand's progress to the hem of your sweater. “I need you,” you murmur, drawing away wholly to glance at him.

He has a grin painted on his lips, “yeh need me, hmm?”

You bite your lip and nod, "unless you would rather watch a losing team?" you cock your head to the side just enough to expose the skin of your neck that catches his eyes.

He swallows hard, "never," he murmurs, his hands cupping your ass and pulling you closer to him before his soft lips press to the slender column of your neck. "Much- prefer- this," Shawn's breath bounces off your skin and sends your body into an overdrive of emotions.

He leaves a trail of gentle, persuasive kisses up and down your exposed neck, including devising rained kisses on your silky shoulder before he travels to your mouth. His tongue skims to your trembling lips, parting them nonchalantly before taking bold control of your mouth. You’re startled by his intimate kiss but you welcome him with an open mouth. His tongue embraces the walls' of your mouth and you can't help but groan into the kiss with his fingers playing with the hem of your sweater.

While fascinated by your kiss, the tips of his fingers brush under your sweater and manoeuvre their way to your front. The supple touch of his fingers gracing your warm skin bewitches you as he takes a moment to cup hands over your bra, offering a light squeeze that sends sweet shivers down your spine. Enchanting you with his touch, he breaks the kiss long enough to draw your sweater off, launching it to fall somewhere in the living room.

Your eyes gleam into his enthralling, champagne-brown eyes and he awards you a roguish smile.

Damn, that grin.

You waste no time with driving your hands to the base of his sweater before you pry it off of his body and throw the hoodie to the floor. You map his body with your eyes, your mouth gaping slightly as you take in his beautiful landscape of plains, tight abs that only cause you to want him more. Your brazen hands bound up the warmth of his body where they travel over the dips and curves of each muscle and ridge his body grants. Your eyes lower to his sweatpants that distinctly manifest his growing arousal.

Your hands sweep to the waistband of his sweatpants and his breath gets heavier. Shawn lets out a groan, a groan that is like music to your ears as your fingers connect with his skin.

You glide your clever hands into his sweats and welcome the warmth radiating from him. You cup him in your hands and snicker at his goosebumps while you encompass your hand down his shaft and course your thumb over his tip of nerves that causes him to tilt his head back

“Christ, y/n,” he moans softly, his hands dropping to push his sweatpants down his legs.

You seduce him with your audacious hand while he crashes his lips against your own, welcoming you with a long, liquid kiss that rushes lust through you. You work your hand up and down his shaft, in a moderate motion, twisting slightly and ever so often grazing your thumb over his tip to tempt him further. "Oh, Christ," he breathes out in a beguiling nature, the narcotic power of his voice and eyes empowering you to keep going with your presumptuous abilities.

You grant him a naughty smile that has him imagining through his eyes that are a-twinkle with the ‘joie de vivre’ as he graces you with a jaunty smile. "You're slowing down, yeh tampering with my sanity," Shawn mumbles as your hand slowly matches the rhythm that he is wanting and needing.

Your thumb brushes his tip once more before his hands squeeze your hips delicately, "making me go mad."

"That's the point," you respond, tampering with his sanity and leaving him hanging as you take your hands away from his swollen erection.

"That how you wanna play?" he challenges, dipping his cold hands into your pants, grazing his fingers over the lace of your underwear. "You're dripping," he grins cockily, feeling your eagerness as he glides his finger over you, dampening your lace.

You moan quietly, twitching slightly as he strokes you again, "Please," you whimper, struggling to keep your voice steady.

"What's that?"

"Shawn," you draw out his name, suddenly feeling him pulling your pants and managing to haul them off before he is at the lace, tampering with you again before allowing them to glide down your thighs.

Shawn shifts his finger inside you, circling inside you at ease. His fingers slide upwards, relentlessly moving, dipping, swirling and circling around, adding pressure and attempting to obtain the one spot. The spot he has come to find so many times before.

You moan while his fingers coax you in every way imaginable. He's teasing you, to say the least.

He slides in another finger and your toes curl and another groan escapes from you as you concede your hand to squeeze his shoulder lightly as you begin to roll your hips, his thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves in the right way.

He is beginning to take your breath away.

You tilt your head back, your mouth allowing a small groan to escape as you’re enthralled with the circular touch and rhythm he’s presenting you with. “Fuck,” you huff, “Keep going,” you instruct, feeling the aching desire through your body, the sensations radiating through every nerve possible.

His fingers twist in a circular motion and flick lightly, his thumb brushing against your nub, another groan falling from your lips. Your legs begin to quiver as you hold onto his shoulders with more of a grip.

You feel the pressure thrusting inside you with every long and slow motion that closes you tighter around him. “Shawn,” the sound of you calling his name causes him to grin widely. He knows what he is doing to you, he knows you’re crumbling in every way possible. "Holy, fuck, please..." ... "Shawn," you breathe out, struggling to hold the desiring tide that is wanting to take over. He draws his fingers out and you stare at him with a gaped stare, "I was so close,"

"I know," he grins, "that was the point."

"Oh, fuck," you huff, taking a breath, "I need more," you whisper.

He grins again, cockily as he bites his lip before breaking eye contact with you. He carefully presses his hands to your back and slides you further up his thigh, "go," he instructs, as you lift up on your thighs slightly and line up with him. You feel him bump at your entrance before you lower down on him, tilting your pelvis to his comfort.

You go at your own pace and he keeps you steady on him, making sure to guide you through the moves you make. You grind against him, brushing your clit against him with your motions, enticing the both of you. You both work together, hips circling and thrusting. He circles his hard length inside you, probing in a slow repetitive rhythm as your body tightens around him as he thrusts and you raise your body to press into his.

"Deeper," you instruct, allowing him to add to the control he has given you.

A tangy taste and male scent evolve while you roll your hips and move your body with his like an all-over kiss of two bodies.

Your fingers get lost in the softness of his hair and your breathing quickens with the pace. He groans as your hips work together in a perfect motion and you hold back your own vocal groans as a passionate tide overtakes the onslaught of raw physical desire. You know he's close by the way his hand is shaking and the way he's beginning to cock his head back to rest on the couch.

A keening sound echoes as he thrusts once more before you take his fill and lean into him, your head resting against his shoulder. "Christ," he murmurs, his fingers running through your hair as you both catch your breath and reposition yourselves.

"Quite a win, ey?" you question cockily.

"Think so," Shawn nods as you glance up at him, admiring his cocky grin.

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worldfootprints · 6 years

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The Enchanted Mountains of Cattaraugus County, New York are the homeland of The Seneca Nation, one of six Native American tribes that formed a confederacy in the region. The largest of the six tribes, The Seneca, who lived in the Western part of the Confederacy, called themselves the Onöndowa’ga,’ or “Keepers of the Western Door,” because they controlled the land foreigners had to cross to gain access to the Confederacy. To document and preserve their heritage, the Seneca recently opened an Art & Cultural Center within the Ganondagan State Historic Site, a 569-acre reproduction and interpretation of a Seneca town in Victor, New York.

Last month, I met with David L. George-Shongo, Jr., Acting Director of the Center for an in-depth tour. The 33,000-sq. ft. building is a combination of interactive museum, cultural center, educational facility, living cultural village, and performance space with more than 85,000 artifacts on display.

Onöndowa’ga Cultural Center of The Seneca Nation. Photo: Kathleen Walls

A Traditional Welcoming Ceremony

George-Shongo welcomed us to the center, where he performed the traditional welcoming ceremony, in a special room designated for that purpose, using a feather to cleanse our auras. The room is circular and the walls and floor are white, representing peace. Its overhead dome was inscribed with “Welcome” in many different languages.

The ceremony was meant to clear visitors’ minds and make them ready to be enlightened about Seneca culture. It also reminds us we are all included. George-Shongo waved a feather a few inches away from us from head to foot as he chanted a Seneca phrase. He explained the complexity of his relationship to the Seneca language with a metaphor. “When I talk English, it’s like watching a 2-D movie and when I speak Indian, it’s like a 3-D movie.”

After finishing in front, he signaled us to turn and chanted and waved the feather in the same way down our back. All circles are done counterclockwise in Seneca culture because it represents life. Turning clockwise represents moving toward death.

Traditional Dances

As we finished, chanting and drums drew us towards the Center’s performance space, where a stone balcony overlooks the new amphitheater. A small group was performing ceremonial dances, accompanied with chants in the Seneca language.

Alan Dowdy, who chanted and played a small hand drum, led the native dance troop. As he drummed, two men and two women in native costume moved their feet as if magically attuned to the drumbeat. The sound of their feet hitting the floor was an extension of the instrument, a part of the music, as was the chant.

The troop performed several dances, two of which were performed by only one gender. They included: the Woman’s Creation Dance, where women reenact the tribal origin story and the Warrior Dance, performed only by men. Dowdy said that after the Seneca formed the Confederacy, though there was no longer actual warfare, they continued to perform the dance to preserve the traditions of their ancestors.

Dancing is an important part of the culture, according to Dowdy. “My family was always dancing. I could hear it in the womb. When I came out I was already bouncing around.” He also explained that while many of the songs are passed down through the generations, they add new songs too. “We travel around and share our way of thinking and our songs. There are gatherings of other nations and we all share.”

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Traditional Food

After watching several native dances, we enjoyed traditional Seneca food, which can be arranged for special tours. Our feast included: white corn combo soup with corn, beans and potatoes in a clear broth; three sisters salad composed of corn, beans, squash; maple squash bake; maple roasted white cornbread. George-Shongo explained that according to Seneca tradition, a guest is required to take three bites or it is considered rude. We all took many more.

The museum part of the Center tells the history of the Seneca, including the creation of the earth to present day. Before people were on this earth, the chief of the Sky World lived with this wife and child. After a tree was uprooted, leaving a hole into endless darkness, the chief’s wife, Sky Woman, fell through the hole. As she fell, a flock of herons caught her and carried her to the water world below and placed her on the back of a turtle.

Muskrat came to the surface with some mud in its paws. Sky Woman took the mud and wrapped it around a piece of root she had grasped as she fell through the hole. She placed it on turtle’s back. Turtle said as the land expanded he would also. Sky Woman walked counterclockwise around creating ridges and formed an island in the sea where she built a small lodge for herself. The rest of the story explains how humans and animals were created thereafter.

Dave in front of model of Council House. Photo: Kathleen Walls

Jennison Cabin at Center. Photo: Kathleen Walls

Informational Exhibits

The museum is filled with both interactive and informational exhibits. Many discuss events that American history books do not teach. One exhibit shows that even in modern times, America continued to break treaties with the Seneca Nation. The Kinzua Dam exhibit tells how the U.S. government removed at least 130 Seneca families from 10,000 acres of their reservation in violation of a treaty signed by George Washington. President Eisenhower and then his successor, President Kennedy also chose to violate the same treaty using the catch-all explanation that it was for, “national security” purposes.

The final exhibit in the museum is an animated film telling, from a future perspective, how the original Seneca constitution, The Sacred Tree of Peace, which was used as a model for the U.S. Constitution, came to be. The film focuses on a futuristic “Dreamer, ” who remembers the story of Peacemaker, who made the Iroquois tribes become peaceful under their constitution. Peacemaker had the warriors bury their weapons beneath a giant tree. He promised that if peace was threatened in a future time, he would return for the weapons to protect them.

In the film, which is shown on a large TV, when Dreamer dreams that present day tribal leaders are concerned and they call out for Peacemaker to return, he returns as a woman. She calls upon all the leaders of Europe and the rest of the world to lay down their arms and become peaceful. Lastly, she calls upon the most difficult one, “an orange haired leader” who seems bound to cause a war. She offers him what he most desires to become peaceful, a large Twitter following.

The film represents an important concept—the Seneca people are real, present day people, not just the ancestors who lived in the past. The new Art & Cultural Center will preserve the Seneca culture, past and present for future generations.

Animated story about Peacemaker. Photo: Kathleen Walls

The Seneca Art & Cultural Center in Upstate New York The Enchanted Mountains of Cattaraugus County, New York are the homeland of The Seneca Nation, one of six Native American tribes that formed a confederacy in the region.

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