“…a man can never understand what really matters to a woman. Ever. When you say this sort of thing, people are quick to call you narrow-minded…They say you can’t lump all men together like that, but sadly it’s just the truth. No man will ever understand the things that really matter to a woman… How much it hurts to be a woman…They’ll tell you how men have a lot of pain to deal with, too… Who said they didn’t? They’re alive, now, aren’t they? Of course they live with pain. The difference is, who’s putting them through that pain? How can they make it better? Who’s to blame for hurting all these men?… Just think about it. They’re on a pedestal from the second they’re born, only they don’t realize it… They’re taught to believe their penises make them superior…Then they go out into the world, where everything centers around them and their dicks… At the end of the day, where is this pain that men feel coming from?”
-Mieko Kawakami (Breasts and Eggs)
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okay i HAVE to know what "lirin/Elhokar/moash cursed" is
This is a bit NSFW so it's under the cut
So the idea is that in modern AU, Back in the day, Lirin was a porn star working his way through med school. Dalinar happened to have a couple of his old tapes (VHS 😂) that his young teenage nephew Elhokar found in a box in the garage. He "borrowed" them and obsessed over this dude until his tiny tv with a built in VCR broke.
Fast forward a decade or so layer and Elhokar is in his late 20s, with a kid and divorced. He's at a summer BBQ with his family. His cousin Adolin invited his boyfriend and his family. Low and behold, there is Lirin, in his mid/late 40s older, balding, but in Elhokar's opinion, sexier because of it.
To avoid talking to him, he runs around with the two little boys (Gav and Oroden) playing with water guns. He takes his shirt off, totally forgetting he has a tramp stamp in Lirin's honor.
One thing leads to another and Lirin agrees to show Elhokar how to get into BDSM in a safe, sane, and healthy way so they go to a BDSM club Lirin is a member of for that purpose.
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Elhokar was feeling pretty comfortable now that he'd been shown around, and he was much more relaxed and less nervous. That was until Lirin told him to look around for someone he liked. Elhokar didn't have the best track record for picking partners so he was pretty nervous as he looked around. Then he was a big, strong, tall man with a scar on his chin and a broad chest that Elhokar wanted to lick the sweat off of.
Blushing, Elhokar gestured towards the man. He was sitting alone, but had all the posturing of someone who owned the place.
Lirin shrugged and much to Elhokar's surprise, sauntered over and sat down almost in the guys lap.
Elhokar rushed to follow. Sitting down awkwardly in another seat.
“Hey gorgeous. Interested in buying a couple of strangers a drink?” Lirin asked saucily. It was like he was a different person.
He playing a role… Elhokar suddenly realized. This was a game. Something fun he did on the weekends. Lirin was a trauma surgeon. He was almost always serious if Kaladin was to be believed. What kind of pressure must that be? And Elhokar certainly didn't want to be himself for a while. Why shouldn't Lirin be the same?
The man looked at Lirin's badge and snorted. “What? You think I need training?” The man asked. He sounded so confident.
“Arrogance,” Lirin said, tapping the man on the nose, “is a sign that you do need some training. But my focus is on this sweetheart.” Lirin gestured at Elhokar and he felt his face get warm. “So, are you interested?”
The man apprised them both. And then shrugged. He waved over a server. There was a policy that staff served drinks directly to the person ordering them, so there were lots of servers running around.
Lirin ordered a martini and Elhokar ordered a strawberry daiquiri. The man ordered a whiskey.
“So what's your name?” Lirin asked as the server went to put in their orders.
“Moash.”
“Well, Moash. What are you looking for?”
“Someone that likes it rough,” Moash said, shrugging. “I wouldn't mind if they were a total slut and willing to beg.”
“Elhokar is quite the cumslut,” Lirin offered casually.
“Can Elhokar speak for himself?”
Lirin gave Moash a satisfied looking smile. As if some sort of test had been passed. “Good man. He can in fact speak for himself. And should. Elhokar?”
Shit…
“uhh, hi.”
Moash raised and eyebrow and Elhokar wanted to disappear into the floor. Before Moash could comment, however, their drinks arrived. Elhokar resisted the urge to down his all in one go.
He did take more than just a sip though, and the slight burn off the alcohol helped ground him. He focused on that burn for a moment and then brought himself back to the moment. Moash still had an eyebrow raised. “Do you think you could even handle two of us?” Elhokar challenged. That was probably stupid of him but Moash grinned.
“You've got a bit of an arrogant streak yourself. Might need to break you of that.”
“I can take a whipping,” Elhokar responded. “And a pounding. If you think you're worthy of it.”
Elhokar wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but he thought he might be developing his own role.
“Well, your highness,” Elhokar shuddered at Moash's patronizing tone. “We will have to see about putting you in your place beneath me.”
The air between them was charged now. Elhokar made his challenge even though everyone knew that he was going to be buck ass naked and licking Moash's boots by the end of this.
Then Lirin kissed Moash full on the mouth. Elhokar had already been getting pretty aroused, but seeing his teenage fantasies happening right in front of him made his pants feel noticeably tighter.
Lirin broke the kiss. “Shall I get us a room?”
Moash downed the rest of his whiskey and then stood. “Might as well. Come on, cumslut. Let's dance.”
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