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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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Limerence

Limerence: a state of mind resulting from romantic attraction, characterized by feelings of euphoria, the desire to have one's feelings reciprocated.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angry/ hate sex, mention of an argument but nothing specific, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, anal play, double penetration, one spank, vaginal fingering, mention of oral, just a little mirror stuff

Summary: I learned a new word last week and I chose to ignore its negative connotations. It's more fun that way.

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Life is cruel sometimes.

He’s standing over there wearing a cream coloured Hawaiian shirt with a blue floral pattern and, in spite of yourself, you very much want to jump on him.

You can’t look at him though. You’re convinced that if you look at him, everyone will know. They’ll know he’s kissed just about every inch of your body. They’ll know that you crave the way he touches you. They’ll know that bringing him to orgasm often feels more euphoric than your own climax. And they absolutely can’t know that.

His poker face is better than yours. The wry smirk on his slim lips when his gaze flits over to you momentarily won’t give the two of you away and just seeing him look at you like that is enough to make you question whether you possess a single ounce of self control. He’s better at this than you are, no doubt about it. There’s plenty you can learn from him.

'Are you still being a bitch?' The message flashes up on the watch on your wrist. Holy fuck, this man is irritating.

You unlock your phone to respond to the message, your thumbs move quickly across the keyboard. 'That depends. Are you going to admit you were wrong?' You glance over at him and see that he’s ignoring those he had previously been engaged in conversation with, in favour of responding to you. The conversation goes on without him and no one is any the wiser that it’s you he’s texting.

'I wasn’t wrong.'

'Then yes, I’m still a bitch.'

'I thought as much. But so we’re clear; you made your point in that dress. Even if you are painfully stubborn.'

'I’d rather be stubborn than wrong.'

'That’s cute.' You watch him slip his phone back into the pocket of his shorts once he sends the message, re-engaging with the conversation that he’d been neglecting for the few short minutes in which he’d focused his attention on you.

You’re certain he knows how frustrating he is. Surely he must know.

You’ve been at an impasse for over a week and in all honesty, neither of you can really remember how the argument started. Did it even really matter anymore? It’s not even so much about the disagreement, now it’s about pride and who’s willing to sacrifice theirs first.

That’s the problem with being equally stubborn - neither of you want to be the one to give in. At this stage though, sex has been off the table much longer than you would have liked. Nothing makes you desperate quite like a lack of orgasms and while you can do it yourself, you’d be the first to admit that it’s not even nearly the same.

The way you touch your own body is so different to how he does. Your touch is borderline clinical sometimes. It’s methodical and calculated because really, you’re only working towards an end goal. You focus on release more than pleasure and that’s fine. You achieve what you need to and that’s enough but the way he touches you is so different.

When he’s taking you apart he takes his time, touching you because he simply needs to. It’s evident that he gets off on your pleasure just as much as you get off on his. There’s never any rush, delivering sensations that you don’t have the time or patience to administer when you do it yourself. Pleasure with him feels luxurious. It’s hedonistic and intimate; a perfect blend of satisfying and tender.

It’s hard not to miss that: sex so good that it’s both too much and not enough all at once.

'Do you think anyone would notice if I slipped my hand under your dress?' The next message flashing up on your watch feels like he must have read your mind.

Your eyes dart around the groups of people attending the small get-together, all engrossed in their conversations and sipping their drinks in various little huddles around the bar.

'I can’t imagine they would. You could probably bend me over this table and fuck me right in front of them and no one would be any the wiser.'

'I’m sure they’d notice but it’s a nice thought all the same.' You can tell he’s imagining it and now so are you. You can almost feel his two large hands, one either side of your waist, holding you tight as he plunges his length into you. ‘Shut up.’ He’d whisper, letting go of your waist with one hand to place the fingers in your mouth, silencing your little over-pleasured sobs. ‘Unless you want all your friends to watch you cum for me.’

You shouldn’t really want that, should you? You shouldn’t want an audience. The truth is, you know people there want him. They want to see him the way you get to see him and the possessive part of you that you didn’t know you had until now wants to make sure no one else gets that privilege.

Arguing or not, his cock is yours.

'I’m leaving in 10. You’re welcome to join me so long as you promise not to run your mouth again. You’ll like my hotel room.' It’s nice to see his resolve weakening first because you certainly weren’t up for accepting defeat.

'You should know me better by now. Running my mouth is what I’m good at. Send me the address.' You shoot the text back and realise he’s wearing that same wry smirk as before. The very same one that’s tugging at the corner of your own lips.

'Give yourself some credit. I’ve found your mouth has some other great uses.' He seems proud of himself, following up with the hotel’s address before starting to make his goodbyes to the group.

You take separate taxis and he’s waiting for you in the lobby. You’re far enough away from the prying eyes that at least you can be seen speaking to each other now.

Neither of you say a whole lot in the short walk up to his room, letting the door click closed behind you before you start to speak.

But right as you set your bag down his lips are on yours, hot and insistent, his body pressing you flush against the door.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He groans, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth. He cups your throat with one hand, holding you in place to begin sucking on the exposed side of your neck.

His mouth begins to trail lower but not before you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back.

“You’re so much worse.” You use as much of your strength as you can muster to push him back, leading him over to the bed, pressing him down onto it before straddling his lap.

Now it’s your turn, biting at his exposed throat, feeling his needy groans vibrate through his skin. Undoing the first couple of buttons allows you enough space to nip and suck his collarbones, revelling in the way he melts into this.

He only gives in for a couple of minutes before he needs to feel like he’s back in control, holding your hips and flipping you both over so he’s got you pinned under him.

His hand trails up your thigh, pulling your dress up before two thick fingers sweep across your clothed sex. “You’re wet already.” He muses, teasing you ever so gently.

“Incredible attention to detail, well done.” You know you shouldn’t bite the hand and all but he’s a whole lot more fun when he’s angry.

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble some day.” He’s smug as he withdraws his hand, delivering a gentle slap to your cunt.

It hurts in the most electric way, nerve endings lighting up at the painful stimulus and, in spite of yourself, you want him to do it again.

“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d like that.” He sounds thrilled, delighted by a moan that you hadn’t even realised had escaped. “Getting off on the way I slap your wet little cunt. Do you know how fucked up that is?” He shifts the thin cotton underwear out of the way, trailing his fingertip from your clit to your fluttering hole before pressing inside to the second knuckle.

“You take me like such a good girl.” He muses, adding a second finger before pressing as deep as he can. “It’s a shame you don’t act like one.”

“Maybe if you fucked me right, I’d act like one.” You’re as quick to bruise his ego as he is to bruise yours.

“Ouch.” He teases, curling his fingers inside you in the way he knows makes you see stars. He fucks you perfectly and he knows it. You act like a good girl when you want to. You’re even.

“Are you even planning to fuck me? Or maybe you just want to sit around and enjoy the sound of your own voice.” It shouldn’t be so much fun to watch his face reflect his discontent but it really is.

“You.” He begins before pulling your panties off, pushing your skirt up and arranging you on your hands and knees on the bed. “Might be the most frustrating person I’ve ever met.”

You hear him undo his belt and zipper and a short while later, you feel the blunt head of his erection teasing your slit.

Now you understand why he thought you’d like this room. The mirror strategically positioned right at the end of the bed lets you see his face, even in this position.

“I fucking better be.” You tease, pressing your ass backwards, forcing his cock to slide into your eager cunt. He meets you half way, thrusting the rest of the way into you with a force you only could’ve dreamed of.

“You are. So. Damn. Arrogant.” He punctuates his sentence with equally powerful thrusts, his hand on the small of your back to hold you in place.

“And yet you’re still here, balls deep inside me. Guess you don’t hate me that much.” Your pride is short lived, establishing your own rhythm of thrusts that he eagerly meets. Your fingers cling to the bedsheets, each rut into your body almost knocks the thoughts from your head.

He loses himself just as fast as you do. You’re both far too pent up for this to last much longer. Frustration bubbled over into lust and now it’s hit boiling point.

His body is yours to use just as much as yours is his.

“You take me so well.” You hear him groan and in the mirror you see him slip his thumb into his mouth before it disappears out of your view, pressing against the tight ring of muscle only he can see from this angle.

Oh. You don’t often go there.

Your hesitation is short lived, the tip of his thumb presses inside you, slowly stretching out your tightest hole.

It feels amazing. It’s a different type of fullness and when the initial discomfort subsides, you’re able to let yourself enjoy the sensation.

“I can feel myself inside you.” He sounds almost broken and it’s delightful. “Filling up both your pretty little holes. I can’t last much longer. Fuck, I’m so close.”

The stretch of his thumb in your ass is the only constant you’ve got with his cock slipping in and out of you.

Your own hand reaches down between your legs, rubbing your clit frantically, desperate to cum in time with him.

“Don’t you dare.” You groan, watching him in the mirror. “Don’t cum yet.”

He whines, his face screwed up in pleasure, doing his very best not to spill inside you just yet. At least this is one thing you can agree on.

“F-fuck, hurry up. I’m so close.” He’s trying to maintain the same pace while holding himself back and you know it can’t be easy.

Your fingers graze your clit just right and before you know it, your moans are getting higher pitched, your holes fluttering around his cock and his thumb, squeezing both involuntarily as your orgasm takes over.

It’s beyond intense. There’s so much happening at once and within a few moments of your own climax, you feel your partner achieving his. He’s pressed as deep inside you as possible, flooding your body with his release, groaning your name loud enough for his neighbours to hear.

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The following morning with the argument forgotten, everything feels right again. The Hawaiian shirt he’d worn yesterday evening is draped over your shoulders, unbuttoned, giving him access to worship your breasts. His cock slips in and out of you beautifully, soft gasps from both of you filling the crisp early morning air. Your hands are planted on his broad chest and your fingers tease the soft curls of hair on his chest. It’s hard not to feel like he’s engulfing you, rather than the other way around. He’s beneath you, he’s inside you and with his shirt draped over you, all you can smell is him.

It’s incredible, as close to perfect as you’re willing to believe exists. There’s no rush. There’s nowhere either of you need to be. One orgasm can bleed into another and you can spend as long as you like enjoying each other’s bodies.

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therealestatesparkblog · 5 years

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How I'm Living Rent-Free in the Most Expensive City in America (Using House Hacking!)

As co-host of the BiggerPockets podcast, I have the privilege of speaking with successful investors on a weekly basis. Brandon Turner and I dive deep into their stories and noticeable patterns tend to emerge. Among many of those who have seen success, theres a common denominator: they got their start house hacking. What is House Hacking? House hacking can be done in many ways, but at its core, its the concept of buying a property to live in while using part of it to generate income. Depending on where you live, there are different opportunities, strategies, or techniques to execute this concept. What wont change, however, is the impact it can have on your financial life and the doors it can open. Namely, its a way to ease yourself into the world of real estate investing. A House Hacking Success Story In addition to hosting the podcast and investing, Im a real estate agent. Id like to share one of my clients success stories. One day Ryan Meinzer heard Brandon and me talking about house hacking on the podcast. He decided to do what many others do not: take action. After calling to let me know about his plan, Ryan and I went to dinner. We broke down his goals, his strategy, and his understanding of what he was trying to accomplish, which was to buy a property in uber expensive San Francisco without having to pay through the teeth for it. That conversation became the first step on a journey that would ultimately lead to Ryan finding a massive deal, adding big value to it, and living for somewhere between cheap to free in the most expensive city in the country. Think this is all hype? Not for Ryan, it wasnt! His determination, intelligence, and can-do attitude led to him hitting a home run on his first try. To make it even better, Ryan has agreed to open up his playbook and share a lot of what he did to make this possible. The following is Ryans account of his story, his thought process, and his ultimate success finding a property that paid for him to live in the city he loves. It was a move that simultaneously opened the door for more deals, more wealth, and more real estate! So, if youve ever been thinking about house hacking yourself, learn from and be encouraged by Ryans journey!

Living Rent-Free in the Most Expensive City in AmericaAn Investor Tell-All by Ryan Meinzer My story isnt unique. All thats unique is that I finally put my mind and money where my mouth was. Its what enabled me to live rent-free where I left my heart: San Francisco. Ill first share the house hacking process by which I accomplished financial freedom through real estate. Then, Ill provide an overview of how I found the rare deal I knew my agent David Greene and I could win in one of the most competitive real estate markets in the world. After dumping money into thin air (rent) for 15 years, I decided that enough was enough.I set the goal of living rent-free through real estate. How? By house hacking, which to me meant making the sacrifice to live with others at age 35, in order to have them pay my mortgage. I had heardDavid on theBiggerPocketspodcast talk about this concept time after time. Theres no complicated financial algorithms involved in the process. The idea is to find a place you can afford to buy where the rent you can charge your roommate(s) will exceed your mortgage. In San Francisco, this is not too difficult. Rents are the highest in the nation, and demand is through the roof. House hacking inherently requires sacrifice. It could be sharing a bathroom, wall, and/or kitchen with a roommate. In my case, it was all three. I began by utilizing some of the principles of BRRRR, retrofitting an open living room into a private bedroom. These are definitely first world problems, but sacrificing a bit of privacy required a big mind shift for me, as I had been so used to living in studios (and living with OCD) for the past 10 years. I got over it within a few months by letting go of full control, which turned out to be quite liberating. Who would have thought sharing a toilet with someone would be a blessing in disguise? Many investors have rigid perspectives about real estate. They believe a property is either an investment property (rental) or a luxury expense (primary residence). House hacking allowed me to take a luxury and make it a sound investment, combining both worlds and growing my net worth considerably in the process. If you look at the return on investment (ROI) on my down payment and consider how much money Im saving a month on my previous living expensesnot to mention factor in principle reduction and tax savingsit becomes crystal clear this move not only allowed me to live where I want, it was also an amazing investment of capital. Time was my most valuable asset in finding the deal. I gave myself a full year to research the market and prepare my finances accordingly.From living in the city for five yearsand renting out five apartments on Airbnb, I knew every pocket of San Francisco fairly well, along with its respective rent yields. What I didnt know was how competitive the market to buy was and how exactly to win deals. Unsurprisingly, I vastly overestimated the number of house-hackable properties there were available. I also quickly realized that only millionaires orDINKs (double income, no kids) were winning deals on such properties. They did so by offering upward of 20 percent higher than the propertys asking price. As a single guy who wasnt a millionaire, how could I be competitive in that market? I needed more than money. Finding a deal for me meant finding a very rare type of property in San Francisco, one categorized as tenancy in common (TIC). In short, a TIC property is owned through a legal partnership by individuals. Those individuals then have a separate agreement to designate which areas/units of an entire building are owned and occupied by whom. As TICs are unconventional, they require non-conventional financing (as opposed to conventional mortgage loans)offered by merely a few banks with extremely strict underwriting requirements, including exceptionally high down payments and credit scores. This makes TICs drastically harder to finance/buy and thus reduces the sellers price by as much as 20 percent below the market compared to a standard condominium. Voil! If I could finance a TIC at asking price, I could afford it. Plus, the majority of the competition would be weeded out, unable to bid.

Now all I had to do was save, build my credit, and find a TIC. So, over the course of a year, I saved by reducing my spending as much as possible andbuilt my credit by all the standard means. Although it took David and I nearly six months to find my TIC, it proved to be the easiest part. We were laser-focused on finding a niche property with non-conventional financing that was outside of nearly everyones scope. Its easy to question this complex process and worry about what could go wrong. Its no coincidence that I waited a year and did a ton of research before feeling comfortable. As he mentioned previously, prior to moving forward, I met withDavid to go over my strategy, look at potential hiccups, iron out some smaller details, and make sure I understood the contracts and due diligence involved in the sale. I think this is an important step in covering all your bases. But now that Ive done it, I encourage everyone to house hack if they can. I also recommend they find someone familiar with the process who can look over their plan and address any issues they might have missed. In real estate, its what you dont know that can hurt you. So, having a professional set of eyes look over your deal is a great way to reduce your risk. Its also free if youre the buyer! Currently, I live happily ever after in my favorite city in the world by having roommates pay my mortgage. I won the rare property deal I found through research, time, and fiscal responsibility. Im currently in the process ofconverting my TIC into a condo, a move that will cause it to appreciate by up to 20 percent overnight. Its a value add that will take this deal from great to super greatbut thats a blog post for another day. What I Love About Ryans Journey Its me again, David, with my final thoughts on Ryans journey. Ryan didnt just hear about a cool strategy and sit on it. He immediately reached out and started taking steps to act on it. When problems came up during escrow (which they always will), Ryan didnt let it deter him or make excuses to quit. Instead he systematically broke down each hurdle into smaller obstacles, and we put our heads together to determine the best way to overcome them. Ryan looked forways to make the deal he found happen, as opposed to looking elsewhere for one so easy he wouldnt have to think. If youve ever wanted to own a home but didnt want to acquire the mortgage that comes along with it, I encourage you to consider this strategy! Real estate investing is all about building wealth through investment properties, and there are many creative ways to do just that. Thirty years from now, Ryan will own a multi-million dollar asset that has been paid off by his tenants and generates strong, healthy cash flow every month. By taking advantage of his resources today, hes securing himself a better tomorrow.

Could you be doing the same? If you dont think a house hack is for you, which other method of investing would you be willing to try? Let me know in a comment below. https://www.biggerpockets.com/blog/house-hacking-case-study

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therealestatesparkblog · 5 years

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How I'm Living Rent-Free in the Most Expensive City in America (Using House Hacking!)

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