#the talk

[the-element-of-hot-leaf-juice]

How I imagine Aang got the talk:

[arcadiaforever]

I bet Kuruk was dying to give Aang love-bending tips and 'the talk' after he started dating Katara (and the others just going into panic mode cause Monk Gyatso didn't give Aang the talk)

Aang (at 13): Hey, guys! Katara and I are dating now!

Kuruk: That's great! You finally got the gal!

Aang: Yeah! I always wanted to kiss Katara and I can do it now! Or should I have waited? Should I-

Kuruk: Don't think too much about it, kid. Just follow my instructions and you'll be doing more than kissing in no time!

The other avatars: NO!!!

(After Aang left)

Roku: He's too young, Kuruk!

Kuruk: Well, he's gotta repopulate the Air Nomads somehow!

Kyoshi: If you give him the talk, I swear I'm gonna knock your face so hard even your wife won't take you back!

Kuruk: Do you guys want him to stay a virgin for the rest of his life? In case y'all forgot, there isn't a single airbender left to give him 'the bision and the lemur' talk! That means one of us has to do it!

Roku: Can someone please check with the air nomad spirits to see if monk Gyatso gave him the talk before?

Yangchen: I just passed him. He said he didn't do it.

Everyone: (curses in their own nation's monkeyfeathers)

( a few years later...)

Aang (age 16): So, I was thinking...when should I propose to Katara? We've been dating for a while now, and we've been also taking about moving forward with our relationship, but we're still technically kids. But, maybe a proposal wouldn't hurt?

Kuruk: Aang, before you go on with your plans...there's something I need to talk to you about....you ever heard of the bison and the lemur?

Aang: ....?

(Some time later...)

Katara: Did you have a good meditating session, sweetie?

Aang: (flushed) Ye-es, sweetie. Great. Absolutely great. Totally.

[redwinevinegar47]

[a hucklerabbot social media au | part 39 of 50 | first post | on AO3]

Dennis looked from Robby to Jack, then Jack to Robby again, and frowned. "What happened?"

"Hey, Dennis," Jack replied. "You're back."

Dennis nodded, still looking back and forth between them. "Yeah. I needed a minute."

"You doing ok?"

He shrugged. "Are you? You look upset."

"We're fine," Robby said gruffly.

"Ok, sure, well, um. I'm back, and it's my turn."

"What?"

"I want to keep playing."

"Ok…"

"Robby," Dennis turned to him, looking into his eyes with determination. "Tell me what it means to you when you collar me or I call you Daddy."

"Jesus, Dennis," Robby startled.

Jack cringed. "You heard us talking, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"Robby, he's got a right to know."

Dennis in the chair next to Robby's and turned to him, speaking earnestly. "I've never done this stuff before. I guess you have? But Jack's right. I don't know what you think of me for doing it. For letting you do that to me," Dennis paused, drawing himself up, fighting to make himself say the next part. "Do you think I'm disgusting? Do you think I'm weird, or there's something wrong with me? And if you do, why do you like it? Why do you keep doing it? Just explain it. Make me understand." Dennis gripped the table as his voice almost cracked from the frustration as he spoke.

Robby took a deep breath and reached over to pick up Dennis's hand. "I can answer this. I've thought about it. Clearly, it turns me on. So if you're weird, I am, too. It's deeper than that. I like how you'll be vulnerable with me. It feels like you trust me, and it feels good to be trusted like that. I can be what you need." He looked into Dennis's eyes and gave hand a squeeze. "Now the part that I really don't want to talk about. Ok. I know you've shared some stuff about yourself that feels humiliating… I want to reciprocate. Look, I'm 53, I'm stressed out, I'm tired, I've got high cholesterol, I'm prediabetic. What I'm saying is, I'm not very healthy. You know what happened the first night we spent together. That was embarrassing."

Dennis looked at him blankly. "What are you talking about?"

"Fuck, do I have to say this?" Robby rubbed his eyes. "You are so fucking sexy, it makes me stupid, but I don't know if my dick's going to get hard. I fucking love this weird shit we do because it doesn't matter. Don't get me wrong, fucking is great, but this is, too. I get you collared, and you get so worked up. I know I can make you go out of your mind. And you do that non-verbal thing when you're a pup so we don't ever had to talk about it and have painfully awkward conversations like we are having right now. Ok. There. I like it. That's why."

"Oh," Dennis said breathlessly. "I never thought about it like that." He got up slowly and eased into Robby's lap. "Thank you for telling me, Daddy. It means a lot that you trusted me with that."

"Dennis," Robby said roughly, pulling him in closer. "Fuck, I don't deserve you."

Jack cleared his throat. "None of that talk, Robby."

Robby looked over Dennis's shoulder and locked eyes with Jack. "I guess it's my turn now. Jack, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"We're talking about everything, so talk to me about this stuff you do. Giving me orders."

Jack leaned back. "It's exhilarating that you let me talk to you like that. You give me that control. Robby, you mean so much to me. Sometimes, I just want to hold you down and make you… be good to yourself."

Robby looked at him darkly. "You like the control."

"Yeah, I like the control. Nothing wrong with that."

Robby paused over his next question before setting his jaw and asking. "Did you ever do that with Liz?"

Jack exhaled slowly. "Nope. Never got the sense it was what she needed. We had really vanilla sex. Really vanilla, really good."

"Have you ever done this stuff before?"

"A little, before her, but you knew me then. Dennis, you just saw that stupid fucking picture. You think anyone was taking me seriously when I was younger?" Jack said with a laugh. "Honestly, Robby, when I started doing that to you, I wasn't really thinking. It was just instinct, and, my God, you responded so beautifully. Like you just loved it. Like you needed it. And I wanted to do it more. Yeah, I got horny doing it. So you should tell me — if we're gonna be involved, if we're gonna fuck, do you want me to dominate? And what are your limits? You have to tell me what you don't want. I don't want to be the asshole and go too far."

Robby absently ran his fingertips up and down Dennis's lowback, and Dennis buried his face in the crook of Robby's neck. "It's good we're talking about it. Yeah, I want to do it in bed. It just makes me get kind of fuzzy. I don't know how to describe it. It's good. Get me out of my head. Limits — ok. Not sure."

"So I can boss you around?"

"Sure."

"Can I tell you what to do to Dennis?"

"Absolutely. Jesus, Jack. Yes."

Dennis gave him a thumbs up without letting up from the little kisses he was leaving on Robby's neck.

"Can I punish you?"

"Please fucking do. I have no doubt I deserve it." Jack frowned at that, but didn't comment. "Can I praise you?"

"I guess," Robby shrugged uncomfortably.

Jack's eyes gleamed when he asked his final question. "Can I degrade you?"

Robby opened his mouth, and closed it, and the room was silent until Dennis giggled. "Hush, you," Robby mumbled.

"What's that?" asked Jack.

"He might not be sure, but I think his dick is," Dennis said.

"Cheeky boy," Robby said, giving his ass a little slap.

"That one's tricky… I'll do it, but I'm worried I could pull you out of the moment if I say the wrong thing. Do you know what you want?"

Robby shook his head. "I don't even understand why I react to that."

"Maybe if you hear me talking about what you don't like about yourself, what you're scared of… But then after it's over, I'm showing you that I'm not leaving because of any of that… Maybe that's why it feels exciting," Jack said tenderly, and then he smiled at Dennis. "We're not leaving. You're flawed and fucked up, but you can trust us to be there for you."

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[nothingimportant531]

Hi hi :) with ur rpf narry, how’d you imagine their “the talk” would look like? Is it a grand gesture thing, on the ice or like off day on a couch? And who would bring the topic up first? OR would that be they never have the talk just dive right into a relationship?

Lordy lordy lordy. Okay big ask. Hence why I held onto this one for a bit anon. Figured a non-game day with no content was a good time to answer this one. This will be an all RPF post as we have no data/info on the answer to this IRL.

First, I think their feelings have been brewing for AWHILE. Anyone with 20/20 vision who looks at them can see the attraction, can see the tension that you can cut with a knife. Their quiet longing and yearning is something that has not soothed my soul since I first read Jane Austen when I was 14.

Second, I think the physical started first before a talk ever happened (or has it? see below). I think enough alcohol got into their system at one point and some s*** went down. Kisses, too close a cuddle, a handie, whatever sex stuff you want to insert here.

I think the talk happened post-Olympics. But I don't think it was a big "sit down event". They had been fucking around since probably fall (I am looking at you balcony vid) but never talked about it. Ever. The physical stuff that you inserted above would happen and then they move onto being goofy and dumb again. Then the Pens game happened and the reality of what they are slapped Will so hard in the face it left a handprint. He started looking at Mack differently. Like? is this? something? But Mack is still dumb as rocks to it all. Then the Olympics happened. And Mack had it ALL. He had the best of the best wanting to be friends with him. Ruffling his hair. McDavid CHATTING (okay Connor) with him. He was getting hugs from the greats. And still something was missing. This is when it hits Mack. OH SHIT. Will. Will was what was missing. Then he comes back and runs into Will's arms.

They are driving at some point the day where they skipped practice and napped together. And they both just kind of looked at each other. And said this is something huh. And they were both like. Yea man. Yea it is.

Then they made a join hype reel with a song about f***** without a condom and the rest is history.

[spaceydragons]

I'm curious as to what types of punishments y'all received during school, there might be different terms and such in different countries but these are just the ones I know as a US American

What level of punishment did you receive in school?

lunch/recess detention

after school detention

in school suspension

out of school suspension (sent home)

out of school suspension (sent to another school)

expulsion

more than one of these

none of these

you missed this one (put in tags)

Voting ended onNov 20, 2023

[imheretoreadafic]

(Slightly mature topic)

Bart: "... So, did you ever get The Talk from Batman?"

Tim, without hesitation: "Did your Alabamaian high-school teach you the cousins instead of the birds and the bees?"

Bart: *laughs* "Okay, okay, that's a good one, actually!"

Kon: *gasp* "Wait! Bart! Did you also get, like, a meta-version of The Talk?"

Bart, also gasps: "Oh my grife, yes!"

Tim: "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Bart: "Well, like, sex works a bit different for speedsters so normal, shittily-funded, sex-ed wasn't super effective for me."

Kon: "Yeah, Cadmus already programmed human sex-ed into me, but they didn't know kryptonian sex-"

Bart: "Lex wishes he did, though."

Tim: "He's THIRSTING for it."

Kon: *snort* "So, yeah... Clark had to let me know. And you know the worst part? Apparently I'm, like, a mix down there, too. So, at one point he goes "and your spikes" and I go "MY WHAT?""

Bart: *gasp* "I want dick spikes!"

Kon: "Piercings, my friend."

Bart: "Can't get piercings."

Kon: "... Glue, my friend-"

Bart: "I'M NOT-"

[0bscvr1ty]

Thinking about how, when I turned twelve, my parents sat me down for "the talk" and I said hastily, "I already know."

They got suspicious and a bit mad and asked how. I reminded them I was hyperlexic as a child and read thousand-page encyclopedia for fun.

I've known what sex is and how it works since I was seven.