Since klingon sex is basically violent wrestling, I wonder if the klingons don’t have BDSM but like the opposite. Klingons gathering in secrecy in dark cellars to engage in sweet, gentle loving, to the scorn of fellow klingons.
"How can you do that?" the other klingons ask. "You don’t even draw blood? Not a single furniture breaking? It doesn’t seem… natural".
"What is this… cuddle, you speak of?"
im into klingon hug dungeons
steve is about to crash his plane into the arctic, and peggy’s voice is crackling over the radio. he knows he’s going to die. and sure he’s scared—who wouldn’t be? but he’s really a lot more calm than he should’ve been. after all, he promised his best pal to the end of the line. bucky already got off, see, and steve missed the stop.
he’s already late, and he’d hate to keep bucky waiting.