#tori's original ideas

[awkward-imp]

This took me too fucking long. Anyway, like to charge reblog to cast

[yume-fanfare]

good old-fashioned lover boy

[macchiatosdumptruck]

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[astheskycries]

How would we feel about me returning to writing? 🥺

[auranovabloggers]

Tori Lugosi Tepes

Some gift art I made for my friend Tori of her vampire OC! She doesn't have a Tumblr, but she does have a twitter:

I recommend giving her a look as she makes some incredible art and is quite skilled and full of passion for her hurt. 🥰🦇 I made this gift art on a whim as I wanted to not only practice more, but also because I do like Tori's OC. Bewitching beauty, fangs, and vampire? Yes please, I'll have some of that. 🥺🙏 Was overall an enjoyable experience making this and she was extremely hyped to see this. :3

[daycourtofficial]

Blood moon in Autumn

Pairing: Eris x Rhys’s sister!reader | WC: 1.3k | warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of sex, mentions of violence

Summary: fae cycles are no joke, but your mate is always there to provide you comfort in the best way possible: by being your personal heating pad

Author’s note: this is part of my gingerfucker series, however this can be read as a standalone. @writingcroissant actually gave me the idea for this so everyone say thanks Tori 🥰

Death was imminent, you were sure of it. Every fiber of your being ached, the pain emanating from your lower abdomen through the rest of your body. It felt like someone was stabbing you with a rusted, dull knife, the blade carving out your insides slowly at their leisure.

You heard your bedroom door open and close, footsteps coming towards the bed. You groan in greeting as the steps get closer.

“Just leave me here to die, Er.”

A soft chuckle makes its way to your ears, despite the layers of blankets you are burrowed beneath, the blankets not offering you the comfort you so desperately crave.

“You’ll be remembered for even in death, your flare for the dramatics never faltered.”

You push your face from the blankets, allowing your face to be seen. You scowl towards your mate, his smirk making you want to push him from the window. You take in the sight of him - he had changed into more relaxed clothes since you saw him last. Gone is his formal jacket, a deep red velvet with golden leaf embroidery. The garment would make anyone look like court royalty, but on Eris it made him look positively radiant, as if the fires of Autumn truly originated from him, as if the apple orchards and the crops found their nutrients from him. You loved when he wore it, your fingers tracing the fine embroidery along the lapel as you would straddle his lap, grinding softly-

You groaned, the idea of moving so much making you nauseous and slightly dizzy.

Now he wore a loose, billowy shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, casual brown trousers covering his toned legs. If it were any other day, you’d devour him. Any other day, you’d pull him directly into bed, pushing his clothes off of him, neither of you leaving bed until you slipped his shirt on to grab the two of you some pastries.

Instead, the sight of him made you slightly annoyed - he seemed fine as he set down a tray on the table next to you. He was fine this morning when he rose, having to tend to some things before returning. You were dying, and he was perfectly fine. You groaned, shifting to sit up on your elbows. “What’s this?”

“I believe those of us who leave our beds call it ‘food’.”

His smirk disappears at the pillow that hits his feet. He sends you a withering glare that just makes you scoff. “That could have hit the tray of coffee I made for you.”

You perked up at the sound of coffee - you were sure the warm liquid would at least distract your insides. Or at least provide you some comfort.

You’d take anything at this point.

“Did you make the coffee? Or did you just prepare the tray?”

“What difference does it make? Coffee is coffee.”

“Well, if Jora made it, then I aimed perfectly for your feet.”

“What if it was my coffee?”

“Then I would have aimed for the tray.”

He gives you a withering stare, his fingers halting their movements. “Now that’s no way to treat your mate who lovingly made you coffee.”

You squint your eyes, “if it’s my mate that’s making the coffee, it’s more of an assassination attempt than love.”

“You wound me, my love.” Despite your grievances, he continues preparing your cup exactly as you like it.

“Is the wound fatal?”

“Perhaps.”

“I shall pay my respects at your funeral, then. With my next husband.”

His eyebrow quirks as he rests the cup on your side table before he rounds the bed, peeling back the layers of blankets on top of you. He crawls in behind you, his body heat causing you to melt.

“Next husband?”

“I will get lonely. Besides, the hounds need a male’s touch. They’ll grow soft under me.”

“And who is this next husband? Is he capable of this?”

Before you can ask what ‘this’ is, he slides his arm around your waist, his palm lying flat over your lower abdomen, his fingers spreading across your skin. Your skin began heating under his touch, and you moaned at the relief he provided you.

“If he’s not, he’s not worth it. Perhaps one of your brothers will be capable. Lu, maybe?”

Eris growled at the teasing, your friendship with Lucien a constant sore spot for him amidst his rekindling relationship with his youngest brother. He hated to admit it, but he seethed with jealousy watching you interact with Lucien, the way your conversation would flow easily.

A life of regrets and Lucien takes several of the top five spots.

“Lucien would make a terrible husband. You’d never see him - he spends all day brushing his hair.”

“I like a well-groomed male.”

“The noises his eye makes would keep you up all night.”

“I think you’re getting us confused. The whirring would soothe me to sleep.”

He buries his face into your neck, mumbling, “you are not marrying Lucien.”

“Alastor, perhaps?”

You clutched onto Eris’s arm, the heat providing you some relief. You nuzzle your head into his bicep, and he blows out a hot breath, “if I die, and you are unable to continue alone, marry outside of my family, leave my brothers out of your marriage pool.”

You open your mouth, but he cuts you off.

“Not Azriel.”

You huff, “well if I can’t have a Vanserra or Azriel, I’ll stay alone forever.”

“I prefer that alternative.”

“I will rule Autumn alone. Just as Beron would have liked.”

You spin in his arms, pushing his shoulder down so he’d lay on his back. You crawl on top of him, laying so every inch of you is touching him in some way. Not an inch of space exists between your bodies. You poke his ribs, urging him to start heating up. He ignores you, so you start tugging on the bond between you two.

“Patience is a virtue, don’t they teach that in the war camps they call villages?”

“I’m dying, I think the Mother can forgive my lack of virtues.”

He huffs, but starts warming his skin to better provide comfort. You groan, laying in silence with him for several moments, the heat a comfort to the constant pain.

A few moments later you roll, your back laying across his chest.

“Ah,” you sigh, the pain in your lower back lessening at his touch.

“You’re spinning like game over a campfire.”

He rests his hands on your lower abdomen, the warmth making the stabbing pain into a dull ache.

You sigh at the contact, practically melting at how he soothes your muscles.

“I want to go bathe but that requires movement and leaving this bed.”

Eris laughs into your hair, but you hear the water running in the bathroom. You groan just thinking about how soothing the water would feel on your joints. You breathed out slowly through your nose, preparing yourself for the trek across the room.

You rolled off of Eris, and before you could get off the bed, Eris moved from behind to in front of you, his feet landing softly on the floor.

“Care for a ride?”

You nod, and his arms sweep you up.

“I think this is my preferred method of travel.”

“Perhaps this is how you will tour Autumn, hm? I shall carry you throughout the lands.”

You laugh as he sets you down, helping you remove your clothes. He must be warming the air somehow, because you don’t feel the chill of the air when your clothes are completely off. He helps you into the water, which you melt into immediately. You close your eyes, laying back in the tub, the porcelain a nice surface to lean against.

You’ve completely forgotten about Eris’ presence until you feel him nudge your shoulders forward, his lean body slipping behind you into the tub. His legs stretch besides yours, and you lean your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“There’s no way my next husband will be as helpful as you are.”

He breathes out through his nose, “I fear you can only marry down from here. A pity, truly.”

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[elodieunderglass]

had dreams involving your boys. woke just enough to consider sending you very out of context asks as if the dreams were your posts but decided to go back to sleep again instead

one ask was gonna be about Killie making pies for a fair, and the other about Golf But on Horseback. Charlie was there. something about the golf was a pretense but he was also good at it for reals

(The Horse Boys)

Bestie did your subconscious put Charlie in a polo game? That is GALAXY brained of you?

Here are some facts about polo (I don’t really know anything about polo)

Polo is one of the oldest team sports in recorded history!

The first recorded game of polo was 600 BC between the Turkomans and the Persians; the Persians won.

Polo sources claim that horse polo is the ancestor of both golf and (all forms of) hockey, as its recorded history is older than those - and rather than being innovative, they are simply what happens when you remove the horsies. Golf and hockey sources do not acknowledge this. Horseless behavior.

Polo horses are correctly called “polo ponies” but they’re mostly technically horses. This is a horse person linguistic nonsense thing.

The field for playing polo is the largest of all field sports.

Calvary-type nations around Europe, Asia and the Middle East would play polo as a training exercise. The demise of cavalry units in warfare made polo less interesting.

The idea of “polo originating using the severed heads of enemies” is possibly apocryphal, since balls are fairly old technology and a ball is literally just better for sports.

I love how there are a lot of Chinese representations of female polo players, they’re sooo expressive 😭 yes girls!!! It IS like that!!! female Tang Dynasty polo players, source 1 and source 2

Since I know you nerds will ask

according to Tolkien, the hobbit Bandobras Took, who stood 4’5” and could ride a horse, was credited with “inventing the game of golf” after charging goblin ranks and using a club to whack the head off the leader.

Given the visuals and pragmatic realities, etc, he was probably mounted on a horse and struck downwards. Think about it.

so yes, what he probably actually invented was polo.

But you’d have to remove the horses anyway, if nobody else in the area could manage one, which instantly results in golf or hockey.

ANYWAY

A very pretty sport, although I don’t follow it myself. Currently practiced in its “modern” form mostly in Argentina I think?

Only REALLY obscenely wealthy, posh British people play it in the UK, which Charlie isn’t, so you can have fun Inventing a Convoluted Premise

Maybe that’s the Pretense. Charlie can’t actually play polo and is actually a massive imposter, pretending to be a 6-foot Tory English baron, and everyone knows he fucking well isn’t, but he’s doing it anyway

I don’t know why but I agree wholeheartedly with your subconscious that Charlie is running around doing MOUNTED WARFARE while Killie is stressing to death in the tea tent.

AAaaaaAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaah

[toriaaniin]

Scarface

No I'm not writing about the 1983 Al Pachino movie of the same name... I'm writing about our handsome Luke Newton's new scar on his forehead.

In preparation for my upcoming livestream tomorrow, I asked my followers "What should we talk about?". One of the responses was this:

If you're not too overwhelmed with asks. Luke's scar at SAG. How did he get it?

If you look closely... I mean, if you can get past the huge sigh of pleasure + butterfly flutters you experience simply by looking at this gorgeous man, posed on a bed, compelling us to...

Oops. I lost my train of thought 🥵🥵🥵

If you look closely at his forehead, just our-right of centre between his (perfect + expressive) eyebrows (that, you know, sit over his remarkable shade of blue eyes), you can see that Luke has acquired a vertical 4cm-ish scar.

The ask that's been asked of me: "How did he get it?"

Now you all know that I have Luke's phone number programmed on quick-dial. HA! 😂 I wish! All my questions would be answered, and oh how I would appreciate a day without wondering all things. Not so lucky. Naturally - like you - I have no idea.

What I do know is that Luke didn't have a cut or the scar back on October 21st when he and Nicola posted - simultaneously - their season 4 Polin (but I say Lukola) photo.

And Luke didn't have a cut or scar in late November while in Rome, filming White Mars. The second of these two photos was taken on November 29th, US Thanksgiving evening.

These are the last photos we have of Luke before we started seeing the scar.

The photos below show Luke at both the BOSS/David Beckham event on January 30th and then again February 14th when he attended the British GQ "Excellence in Film" event in London.

Introducing: the scar!

To the best of my knowledge, no one noticed the scar at that time. Granted, during the BOSS event we had other (ahem) things on our mind, and on February 14th, we were focused on Nicola in Ireland as well as Luke's solo evening out and his fun encounters with fans. We were simply happy to have new photos of the both of them!

So... while I can't tell you HOW Luke got the scar, I can tell you that it happened either in December or early January.

It's possible that he was injured in the last December days of filming White Mars. It's very possible. After all, he and Lucy Hale were battling a malevolent entity that infiltrated their Antarctic research facility 😲

It's also possible that while on his sunshine filled New Years trip abroad with Nicola, he encountered something to hit his head on.

Here they are, photographed on January 8th (Nicola at the William Tell premiere - Luke around the same date at a family gathering), both a touch red from too much sun. Sun kissed one could say 💛💛

But wait... hold up Tori! Luke isn't sporting a scar here either!!

Actually, my theory is that Luke had a cut (possibly with stitches) on his forehead in this photo. Why? Because it was originally posted with this "ouch" emoji plastered on it! At the time we all wondered: "WTF? Why put an emoji on his forehead?! How rude!" (note that the emoji was put on Luke's forehead by his cousin)

Someone in the fandom did us a favour and removed the emoji, then did a touch-up job to recreate an emoji-less forehead. With the doctored photo (above) as our breadcrumb that a joint sunshine trip was taken, many of us forgot about the original photo. I remembered it today though, hence this post! Friends; Lukey had a boo boo and it was covered up! 🤍🤍🤍

In conclusion I have no choice but to say again: I have no idea how Luke got his scar. I have, however provided you with a timeframe for when the injury occurred, and I've offered two scenarios where his head could have been bonked.

Personally I like my suggestion that it happened while on a sunny holiday with his lover, Nicola!! What do you think?

Do we really care though? The man is more handsome then ever before - truly! - and we got to see he and Nicola at SAGs shine with the energy and light of their love. I'm happy!

For now 😜

Aaniin Xxx

[spnbabe67]

Knee Deep In The Passenger Seat

Kinktober Day 1: Road Head (D.W)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Oral (M. Receiving), slight mentions of blood, face fucking, hair gripping?, perilous situation?

Summary: What does one do when they have a free afternoon? Tori and Dean go driving. What happens when ones love language is acts of (sexual) service.

Word Count: 1510

It was rare to have a day like this. Tori couldn't remember the last time she and Dean had an afternoon that wasn't preoccupied with lore research, various repairs to the Bunker or assisting other hunters on cases ranging from basic salt and burns to exterminating whole nests of vamps. The stars had finally aligned and for the first time in a while, Tori and Dean found their afternoon wide open for leisure. So when Dean showed up at her doorway with Baby’s keys dangling from his fingers, Tori couldn't get up from her desk fast enough.

Tori had lost track of how long she and Dean had been cruising the open backroads. The only break in miles and miles of gold fields was the occasional cars. She'd fallen asleep sprawled across the front seat around the 2 hour mark, head lolled back against the windowsill, lower legs draped across Dean's thighs. 

That was where she woke some amount of time later, the leather of the seat creaking as she stretched awake. Tori felt Dean's warm hand squeeze her calf, running his calloused palms up and down her shins. She shot him a sleepy grin reaching her arms up and out the window in a languid movement.

It was an unusually chilly early fall day, so the crisp wind whipped through the car, teasing goosebumps across Tori's bare arms. Her legs were kept warm enough via her jeans and the residual heat from Dean's legs and hands, but she'd opted to wear a cutoff tank in lieu of Dean's suggestion for a sweater. Sure she was a little on the cold side, but her pride wouldn't let her accept the jacket he'd offered her on multiple occasions. 

Tori blinked sleepily at her lover, admiring the way the golden glow of the midafternoon sun clung to every topographic feature of his face, how it crested over the bridge of his nose, stippling across his 5 o’clock shadow. The wind had swept his brown locks in a way that Tori knew would feel positively divine were she to reach up and run her fingers through it like she so desperately wanted to. 

“Sleep well, my love?” God, even his voice was sexy.

Tori hummed a noncommittal answer, not bothering to hide the way her eyes dragged over Dean’s form, even when he looked over at her.

“What?” Dean laughed, eyes flashing between Tori and the road before him. 

“Nothin’” Tori grinned cheekily, ignoring the loss of warmth as she pulled her legs from Dean’s lap and under herself instead to sit cross-legged next to him. “I can't admire my sexy ass boyfriend?”

Dean laughed sheepishly and Tori watched the telltale rosy hue stain his cheekbones. “I didn’t say that.”

Tori carded her fingers through his hair, letting her nails gently scratch his scalp, the strands extra fluffy from his shower that morning. Dean’s hum of contentedness reached her ears and Tori felt the rush of satisfaction at pleasing her lover. Speaking of which… Tori glanced sidelong out the windshield seeing nothing but open road, a devious idea flooding her brain. With a smirk, Tori leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to Dean's neck, her hand in his hair continuing its movements.  

Tori felt Dean go stiff and liquid all at once, hearing the creak of the leather as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Tor,” Dean began, her name half warning half moan. “Whatcha doin babe.”

Tori didn’t deign to reply, simply smiling against his neck as she kissed the spot beneath his ear, her lips trailing south. Her teeth nipped at his pulsepoint, sucking a dark mark against his tan skin. Somewhere along the way Dean had tipped his head to the side, providing her better access. Tori let her free hand that had been resting on Dean’s chest wander down, feeling the soft skin that laid taut over the muscles of his torso until she arrived at the button of his jeans. That was when Dean’s hand shot to hers, encompassing her wrist and hindering any further movement. 

“Tori.” Dean scolded her half convincingly, his voice breathy, chest rising and falling shallowly. 

“Do you trust me?” Tori whispered into his ear, lips caressing the shell as she shook off his grasp. “‘Cause I trust you.”

Dean didn’t make any further moves to stop her as Tori expertly undid the button of his jeans, sliding her hand between the fabric and his feverish skin. Dean’s gasp as Tori’s hand wrapped around his length shot heat directly to her core. He was already half hard beneath her grasp as she ran her hand up and down his length before pulling him free from his boxers. Tori spared a glance upward as she shimmied herself backwards, bracing one knee on the footwell, the other stretched out under her as she lay on her stomach. His eyes were laser focused on the road, his hands locked in death grips on the wheel. His bottom lip was raw from the abuse of his teeth gnawing on it, likewise his cheeks were flushed pink. 

Tori felt the car swerve sharply as her tongue made contact with the swollen red tip of Dean’s cock. She knew it was mean to torture him, kitten licking at the top of his dick, the tang of precum soaking into her tongue. Dean made a desperate sound at the back of his throat as Tori’s hand lazily pumped up and down his shaft as her tongue worked the head of his cock, dipping into the slit at the apex and tracing every contour. His hand shot to the back of her head, fisting in her hair as without warning Tori let his cock slide along her tongue and into her mouth. 

Expletives spewed from her lover's mouth in the form of a guttural moan as her mouth engulfed his cock, feeling the fat head of it nudge the back of her throat. Dean’s grip in her hair loosened, rubbing the back of her head in small circles, a silent apology for his accidental roughness. Tori languidly bobbed her head up and down on his length, utilizing her hand slick with her spit for whatever her mouth couldn’t quite take in. Tori could feel her own arousal soak into her underwear, her clit throbbing almost in time to the grunts and groans slipping past Dean’s lips. Tori gagged slightly as Dean's hips snapped up slightly, chasing her mouth wrapped around him. She blinked back tears, her free hand digging into his thigh to steady herself. She half wondered if she could cum just like this, with her lover's cock shoved down her throat, his big hand tangled in her hair guiding her head up and down; it wouldn’t be the first time she’d gotten off pleasing Dean.

Dean’s hips thrusted up to meet her as she willed her throat to relax, gradually taking almost all of him past her lips. Tori couldn’t help but moan as Dean gave a particularly harsh tug on her hair, sending vibrations down his shaft that had him uttering a low moan. Every so often the car would snap back to center, shifting Tori ever so slightly. Just as Tori felt her jaw start to become sore, the steady rhythm of Dean’s thrusts into her mouth stuttered, his rhythm becoming sloppy, his hand more forceful on the back of her head. Tori let him fuck her face, feeling tears slip down her cheeks as she resisted the urge to gag against his cock bumping against the back of her throat.

Dean’s hips stuttered violently as he came with a ragged moan down her throat. Tori tried to swallow all his spend but some frothed out the side of her mouth as she pulled off of him. She went to wipe the residual cum off her face but before she could Dean’s hand still tangled in her hair guided her back up, slamming her lips to his own. Tori barely registered Dean driving the Impala off to the side of the road, slamming Baby into park before hauling her into his lap. His tongue assaulted her mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands massaged her hips through her jeans, kissing her harshly like he had wanted to since she started on his neck. 

He pulled back only on the lack of oxygen, both of them breathing heavily. Dean reached up caressing Tori’s cheek as he gazed at her, a soft look etched across his face. Tori’s eyes scanned his face, her own hand coming up to cup his jaw, thumb dragging across his lower lip where he’d dug his teeth in hard enough to draw blood. “What?”

“Nothin’,” Dean smiled at her tipping his head into her hand, his grip on her waist holding her to him. “I can’t admire my sexy ass girlfriend.”

Tori giggled at his words mimicking hers, leaning in to kiss the wound on his lip. “I love you.” She murmured into his mouth. Dean’s answering kiss was all she needed.

[accio-bagel]

Chocolate Frog Card sketches: Hogwarts Legacy MC Collection

Part 1 (more in progress!)

Welp, I originally had the idea to do these as holiday cards but life got in the way, so I’m late as usual 🙃😅

OCs:

Matty @girl-named-matty

Cassie @acslytherpuff

Damien @theladyofshalott1989

Alyn @ps-cactus

Freddie @freddiestheproblemchild

Tori @espressoristretto-patronum

Jo @ravenwind-75

Val @savingsallow

James @leaping-toadstool-caps

This is only the first batch, many more are already in the works and will be making their way into the inboxes of my beloveds soon 💚💕 At this moment I am filled with anxiety about making anyone feel left out, so bear with me and please don’t think I’ve forgotten you, friends!

[awkward-imp]

*looking at gay couple* soooooooo, which one is the theatre kid and which one is the weird friend?

[tkwrites]

Happy Halloween! - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Title: Happy Halloween!

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (ofc) 

Warnings: None, it's just some silly, kitschy fun. 

Summary: Quinn and Sarah plan for and attend the Canucks team Halloween Party

Word Count: 2,800

Comments: Happy Halloween!

I wasn’t originally planning to write this fic, but an idea lodged itself in my brain after listening to Feed My Frankenstein by Alice Cooper on one of my friends Halloween playlists. It’s kitschy and cheesy, more than a little ridiculous and very, very fanfiction-y. But it turned out so cute and I love it. I hope you do, too!

If you've never heard Feed My Frankenstein before, give it a listen so you can get the vibe.  

If you enjoyed this Snapshot, please consider commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask about it. I love talking with you!

Happy Halloween!

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot 

“So I’ve been thinking,” Sarah said as they were on the phone one night. 

“About what?” Quinn asked. 

“About Halloween.” 

A laugh bubbled out of his chest, “isn’t it a little early for that?” The season hadn’t even started. There were just two short weeks before he’d be back in Vancouver, and three and a half weeks before she’d move into his apartment. His stomach filled with giddy butterflies every time he thought of it. 

“It’s a big deal for you guys, right?” 

“Well, I mean, we have a big party. But, last year, I bought my costume the day before.” He didn’t mention that he’d broken things off with June for good the week before the party and had to scramble to find a costume on his own. 

She made a humming noise. 

“We can do it earlier if you want,” he said. 

“From what Bella told me, people go all out,” she said. “We don’t have to. I just thought I’d throw it out while I have the mental capacity to plan a costume.” 

“No,” he pushed himself up to sit against the headboard, “let’s talk about it. Did you have something in mind?” 

“Nothing I have my heart set on,” she said, “but I had a few ideas.” 

“Okay, shoot.”

“I want to hear yours, too.” 

“I just started thinking about this two minutes ago, so I don’t have any idea, yet, but if I think of one, I’ll let you know,” he said, his smile teasing  

Sarah rolled her eyes. 

“What are your ideas?” he prompted. 

“Well, we could do Captain America and Agent Carter,” she offered, “Or I thought the casual look of him and Black Widow from Winter Soldier, with the baseball hat and glasses, when she’s in the hoodie?” 

“Okay,” he nodded, “I like the second one. We wouldn’t even have to go shopping for that.” 

She giggled. She’d thrown that one in precisely because she knew he’d like it. It was her fallback if none of the others stuck. 

“And then I thought about Zombies. Like, we could have someone do skull makeup.” 

Quinn winced. “I really don’t want to do face paint. Brock did it last year, and he was finding blue paint all over for days.”

She figured that was the case but thought she’d shoot her shot anyway. “Okay. My last idea was to go as Drs. Grant and Stattler from Jurassic Park.” 

“That one wouldn’t be too hard, either.”

“Khaki shorts and button ups,” she agreed. 

“And hiking boots,” he mused. It sounded like the most comfortable outfit to him. “The rookies could wear those blow-up dinosaur costumes,” he said with a snort. 

Sarah barked a laugh, “we could recreate the arrival scene in your jeep.”

“If we do that, I’m renting a Jurassic Park jeep.”

She’d mostly been kidding about the arrival scene. “I mean, if you want to.” 

He beamed over the FaceTime connection. “I think we should do it.” It was a unique costume of something he actually liked, and he could involve some of the guys who didn’t have partners or didn’t want to think about finding costumes. Tanev had done that for him his first year, and it’d been a lifeline he hadn’t known he needed. 

So they got to planning, buying the outfits and accessories. He spent way too much money on some cosplay recreation of Dr. Grant's hat Sarah found on Etsy. 

After scouring the internet and going on fan forums, Quinn found a local guy who had built a few replica jeeps. He also happened to be a huge Canucks fan, so when Quinn got in contact and told him who he was and what they were trying to do, the guy was eager to help and even offered to drive so drop them off at the party to make the scene a little more realistic.

Dane picked them up a block from their apartment. Thankfully, the sky was clear. 

He was all in. He even had the hat and sunglasses the driver wore in the movie. His wife tagged along, sitting in the backseat with Quinn, and they chatted as they drove. He’d tried to pay them, but Dane had refused, saying it was an honor. He slipped Andi an envelope with some rental money and tickets to a home game anyway. 

They were headed to a private event space a ways outside the city for the party, and Quinn had organized for everyone to be outside for their arrival. He’d invited some of the single guys to dress up as the dinosaurs they’d be awed at. Silovs jumped on it, not having much experience with Halloween, and eventually, Hoglander and Aman jumped in, too. 

It wasn’t a whole herd of brontosaurus, but it was better than nothing. And Quinn felt better, making sure those guys felt included in a tradition they didn’t grow up with, especially at an activity that was generally so partner focused.

He’d asked Bella to film it. They were putting so much work into it, he wanted to have some sort of record. Plus, he knew his family would want to see it. His grandpa was the first person Quinn watched Jurassic Park with, and Quinn knew he’d especially enjoy it.

When they pulled up and everyone turned to look at them, Sarah felt an instant fit of giggles overtake her. Forcing herself to look at the large, plastic monstera leaf she was holding, she tried to hold it in. 

Just like he asked, the guys dressed as dinosaurs were at the front of the crowd. All three of them wore different costumes. Hoglander was in a ridiculous fabric dilophosaurus costume, while Aman was in a dinosaur onesie. Silovs was in the inflatable T-Rex costume Quinn had sent them as an example. He wasn’t too surprised. It allowed him a certain amount of anonymity, which Quinn knew the shy goaltender appreciated. 

He was worried he would look incredibly unnatural doing this whole thing, but found it actually came quite easily. It’s not like he was making a fool of himself on national television. These were his teammates. 

The fact that he had a girlfriend nerdy enough to go in on this bit with him made it all that much easier. They were making fools of themselves together. While June would have done this with him, she would have taken it incredibly seriously and had a three person camera crew on location to get the best shots and reactions so she could post it on her socials.

When the Jeep came to a stop, and everyone looked over at them, Quinn threw off his hat and stood on the seat before shakily removing his sunglasses.

The whole team started to laugh, but he could tell most of them were impressed with their commitment to the bit. 

Sarah was prattling on about the fauna in her hand, and he reached over to turn her head. Still trying not to laugh, she tore off her sunglasses and stood up, mouth agape. 

They both scrambled out of the car, walking up to their small herd. 

Quinn turned to her, the hand still holding his sunglasses waving, “It’s…It’s a dinosaur.” 

“Uh hu,” Sarah agreed, barely holding herself together with everyone else laughing and cheering. 

“Welcome — to Jurassic Park!” someone yelled in a very bad British accent.

Sarah lost her composure, laughter peeling out of her mouth in hearty guffaws.  

Quinn turned back to thank Dane, who said it was a pleasure before he saluted and drove away. 

“That was so good!” Meghan exclaimed, gathering Sarah into a hug. She was dressed as a beach-goer with a very realistic bite taken out of her arm. Conor was in a shark onesie. “I can’t believe you got Huggy to do that whole thing.” 

“The arrival bit was actually his idea.”

“Really?”

Sarah nodded, “he’s secretly kind of a nerd.”

She laughed, knowing full well how much of a nerd he was. There was a reason he and Conor got along so well. 

Walking into what Sarah knew must be a ballroom, she was a bit surprised at all the decor. The space was completely transformed. Decorated to look like a spooky forest, there was a fog machine and strobing lights and a bartender aptly dressed as a werewolf. 

“How much did you guys pay for this?” she asked.

Quinn shrugged and pointed out the karaoke stage set up in the corner. “Will we get to hear you sing tonight?” he asked, slipping an arm around Sarah’s waist.

She let the subject drop. It wasn’t the way she’d spend her money, but she didn’t have the excess of it most people in this room did. “Maybe once I get a few drinks in me. I’m way too sober to make a fool of myself in front of your teammates.”

His eyes were alight with the memory of her singing in Nevada. She’d been good. Well, as good as someone tipsily singing Time of the Season can be. Mostly, it had been fun to see that looser side of her. 

The party was fairly chill. An open bar with themed cocktails and lots of dancing. Once everyone was a bit more tipsy, thanks to the jello shots that were passed around, Conor started the karaoke with a horribly off-key rendition of  Ghostbusters. Meghan went next singing, Look What You Made Me Do.

The rookies were encouraged (read: forced) up on stage to perform Everybody (Backstreets Back). Sarah felt bad for them. Most didn’t even speak English as a first language and were now being forced to sing an awful song from an outdated boyband she wasn’t sure any of them had even heard before.

A few more songs were sung as Sarah caught up with Bella. She and Brock were dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo. It was an excellent fit for them. Bella looked killer in her little purple dress and white go-go boots, and the 70s style fit Brock better than Sarah would have previously thought. Then again, it was pretty difficult to make him look bad. 

“What is this?” Bella asked when a hair metal guitar solo rang through the speakers. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s Feed My Frankenstein by Alice Cooper.”

When Bella gave her a surprised look, Sarah explained, “my dad loved metal and shock rock. We used to sing it together all the time.” 

The intro started again instead of continuing on and Sarah turned, wondering why no one was singing yet. 

Quinn was standing right behind her, a shit eating grin on his face as he held out a microphone. 

Her laugh rang through the karaoke speakers. Shaking her head, she backed up. 

“Oh, come on, you know you want to,” Quinn encouraged, before starting to chant, “Sar-ah! Sar-ah!” 

People immediately joined in. 

“Oh, please?” Bella begged from beside her. “I wanna see you get your metal on!” 

The alcohol singing in her veins transformed her trepidation into courage. Snatching the mic, she sauntered onto stage, feeling a kind of performance alter ego take root. 

Slipping the mic into the stand, she said, “you owe me, Hughes.” 

He laughed. 

The intro started again, and she pulled out her ponytail, flipping her head upside down to shake out her hair. Someone wolf whistled. 

She flipped her hair back up, grabbed the mic stand to pull the mic to her mouth, and yelled, “Feed my Frankenstein.”

Surprised, Quinn’s eyes blew wide. He knew Sarah loved karaoke. She’d told him, as had her best friend Beth. And he’d even seen it first hand in Nevada, but this was different. 

Swinging her hair and hips grinding with the music, she didn’t sing so much as yell in tune. It was obviously a song she knew well. He’d known she would - Beth had sent him a list of some songs she knew Sarah wouldn’t be able to resist. 

Pointing right at him and tilting her head in a sort of predatory way, she sang, 

I'm a hungry man

But I don't want pizza

I'll blow down your house

And then I'm gonna eat ya

Bring you to a simmer

Right on time

Run my greasy fingers

Up your greasy spine

“Dude!” Conor yelled, clapping Quinn on the shoulder. 

Feed my Frankenstein

Meet my libido

“She's a psycho"

He was too stunned to respond. He’d heard the song before, from watching Wayne's World, but hearing the lyrics come out of her mouth gave them a whole different meaning. 

Feed my Frankenstein

Hungry for love and it's feeding time

Not that he was complaining. It was incredible to see Sarah let loose like this. 

It was most surprising to him that her seemingly mild-mannered, engineer father liked music like this and had shared it with his daughter. 

Velcro candy, sticky sweet

Make my tattoos melt in the heat

Well, I ain't no veggie

Like my flesh on the bone

Alive and lickin' on your ice cream cone

In the interlude, Sarah decided she might as well commit, and making her way off the stage, she walked right to Quinn. The crowd parted, all cheering. If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. 

She was glad to see a few people had their phones out. At least she’d be able to see just how much of an ass she was making of herself later. 

“Yeah, Sarah!” someone yelled from her left, “show him who’s boss!” 

That almost broke her, and she lost her composure for a moment, looking into Quinn's eyes and giggling. It was hard to want to seduce him while he still had that ridiculous hat on. 

Meet my libido

“She's such a psycho"

She growled that last bit into his ear as she tore off the hat and threw it into the crowd. 

He let out a surprised laugh and someone whooped. 

Feed my Frankenstein

Hungry for love and it's feeding time

Holding him by the front of the shirt, she pulled him with her as she got back on stage.

Quinn went willingly, finding his heart pounding a little harder than he expected. 

She finished the last riffs with a few last whips of her hair and lowered the mic. 

Quinn turned her around, and she took a dramatic bow, laughing all the while. It wasn’t until he led her off the stage and the adrenaline rush of being in front of the crowd began to ebb away that she realized exactly what had just happened. 

Resting her forehead on the front of Quinns shoulder, she moaned, “I can’t believe I just did that.” 

He laughed, running his hand up and down her back, “I can’t really either. I had no idea you felt so passionately about Alice Cooper.” 

She was blushing furiously as she pulled away, a  playful glare on her face, “I’ll have you know I used to sing that song in front of my mirror when I was little. Twelve year old me thought it was very scandalous.” 

Laughing, he leaned in to kiss her. “You did good.” 

“Now you have to get up there,” she said. 

“No.” 

“Yes,” she argued. 

“I paid my dues as a rookie. I’m never doing that again.” 

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m lots of fun.” 

She rolled her eyes and turned to the bar. 

Quinns arms snuck around her waist and roughly pulled her against him, “do I need to remind you how much fun I am?” 

“Uh-hu,” she said, twisting in his grip. He grinned and winked. “By singing some karaoke.”

His smile slipped, and he shook his head.

“Then,” she leaned in, “you can remind me of all the other ways you like to have fun on the way home.”

“I really don’t –”

Her mouth came dangerously close to his ear, “I’ll get you off on the Uber ride home if you do.” 

Feeling suddenly breathless, he asked, “if I do - hypothetically -” he added, not quite ready to commit, “do I have to do it on my own?” 

Knowing she was halfway to winning, Sarah smirked. “Of course not. I bet Brock would do it with you,” she said, stopping the tall blonde with a hand on his arm. 

“Oh my god,” Bella squealed, bounding up to them. “Please, please, please? Brock said he won’t unless someone does it with him!” 

Some kind of teammate telepathy was exchanged through a few raised eyebrows that ultimately ended with Quinn turning to the bartender, “can I get another shot?” 

“Of what?” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

They pushed a purple jello shot over the counter before tilting their head at the group of them. Sarah nodded, and they pulled out three more. 

They all cheersed and shot back the slippery, sweet cocktails.

Smacking the shot glass back on the bar, Quinn grimaced. “Let's get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit!” Bella teased.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Sarah said, smacking Quinn’s butt as he followed Brock to the stage.  

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[izzythehutt]

Most complaints about the storytelling decisions regarding the teens in Cobra Kai boil down to not understanding that the younger characters are all supporting their adult counterparts, acting as a foil to or echoing some theme from the original films through their relationships with their OG franchise counterparts. Do they have arcs of their own? Of course. But at the end of the day, Miguel, Robby, Sam and Tory's storylines will all be written to give maximum dramatic payoff for Johnny, Daniel and (to a lesser extent) Kreese's character arcs, because they were the original characters the entire show was built around.

This is why "who deserves to win the final tournament fight?" is so pointless. Ask yourself not whether Robby or Miguel is a "better fighter" who "deserves to win", but how their stories will best serve Johnny's, because I guarantee that's why they made the writing choices they did.

Miguel is an obvious 21st century version of Daniel (to Johnny's Miyagi), with a classic coming of age and underdog sports movie arc. Johnny's vocation in life (a fact frequently repeated by the show itself) is to teach martial arts, and Miguel is his principle protege. Miguel's "big win" being a tournament fight makes sense, as karate itself is a totem for his relationship with Johnny. Robby, meanwhile, functions far more as a parallel to Johnny himself, and his arc has been (thematically) about not becoming the worst version of the man his father became. Since the entire show is built around the idea that Johnny's toxic mentor derailed his sense of self-worth/adult life by physically attacking him after he lost a tournament, Robby losing the final fight and realizing that's okay is not mean or proof that the writers hate him, but in fact...an obvious choice for his character.

I can guarantee that Sam's final arc will be tied to her relationship with her father, and the strength and wisdom he's given her. Tory (through her relationship with Kreese) also functions as a kind of girl reboot Johnny, and one of her core functions on the show is to be proof of Kreese's spark of redeemability. I have no doubt she'll be used for that purpose before the end of the show.

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 9

When Tori playfully tossed out an invitation for Jude to join her for dinner, she casually mentioned that another dancer from her company would be there as well. With a light-hearted tone and a mischievous smile, she imagined how taken aback and confused he would be by the idea. However, the very last thing she anticipated was for him to accept her offer.

Tori sat at a small, rounded table, three neatly set upturned wine glasses reflecting the warm glow of the restaurant's ambient lighting. Across from her, Natalia, a fellow dancer she had grown close to since arriving in Madrid the previous spring, leaned in with a radiant smile. The scent of the kitchen wafted through the upscale eatery.

“So you have someone coming, but you can’t say who until he gets here?” she asked Tori, a curious smirk on her face, and her Parisian accent thick.

“It's not that I can't say, it's just that I don't know how to,” Tori explained her cheeks warming as she looked towards the entrance.

“Try,” Natalia shrugged.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone,” Tori whispered, her eyes glancing nervously around the bustling restaurant. The laughter and chatter enveloped them, but the confidentiality of her secret felt heavy in the air.

"Have you heard the name Jude Bellingham before?” Tori asked, her voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial hush.

Natalia’s eyes widened in surprise, and a knowing grin spread across her face. "The Jude that was at our gala? The footballer? He’s to dinner with us?" She leaned back in her chair, disbelief etched across her features, though her excitement was unmistakable.

“Yes,” Tori replied, her pulse quickening at the realization of what she had done. “But please let this stay between us, it's super new.”

“New? As in, you two are...” Natalia leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, laced with excitement. “Oh my God, Tori! This is huge! You’re going out with him?”

Tori bit her lip, trying to suppress a nervous laugh. “Not exactly. I mean, it was just a casual invitation. I honestly didn’t think he would say yes.”

“But you can just casually invite him to dinner?” Natalia teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

“It was supposed to be a joke. He asked me what I was doing tonight and I told him I was going to dinner with a friend, I wasn't being serious when I invited him and I certainly didn't expect him to say yes,” Tori replied, her cheeks flushing deeper as she forged a smile, trying to downplay the situation.

Natalia's eyes widened, her gaze darting towards the entrance of the restaurant. "This is so exciting! I can't believe he’s on his way here.”

As if he could sense the charged energy in the air, Jude stepped into the restaurant. He was dressed casually yet impeccably, exuding that effortless swagger that turned heads wherever he went. His eyes scanned the room until they locked onto Tori's, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

“There he is!” Natalia whispered, barely containing her exuberance as she nudged Tori lightly.

Tori swallowed hard, trying to steady her breath, standing to her feet to greet him as Jude approached their table. The moment felt surreal, a blend of anticipation and nerves flooding her veins.

“Hey!” he called out, that warm smile spreading across his face, instantly putting her at ease. Jude's eyes drank in Tori’s figure, her outfit casual yet tauntingly arousing him. Her grey cardigan showed off a sliver of her flat stomach, and the black leggings she wore looked as though they had been painted on, hugging her slender waist and the curve of her hips, showcasing her round, plump backside he often took pleasure in gripping, caressing and smacking. The Chanel loafers on her feet adding a splash of understated luxury to her look.

She was absolutely stunning, her curly hair pushed back by a thick grey headband that matched her cardigan and her makeup soft and natural. She'd compliment any man she stood beside, and Jude's ego soared at the fact that it was him.

“Thank you for coming,” Tori said warmly, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the solid warmth of him against her. His hands slipped down to the small of her back, a gentle but reassuring touch. As he leaned down to kiss her, a flutter of excitement rushed through her, causing her breath to catch in her throat. She became acutely aware of the single pair of eyes observing them from the table, a silent witness to their moment, which added a subtle thrill to the intimacy they were sharing.

Natalia sat in quiet awe, her gaze fixed on her friend, who seemed to glow under the soft lighting of the room. Despite the shyness that enveloped Tori as she previously spoke about Jude—her voice barely rising above a whisper and her eyes darting nervously—there was an unmistakable spark between them. The air around them crackled with an electric tension, a fiery intimacy that belied Tori's coy demeanor, leaving Natalia captivated by the connection that seemed to bind them together.

Tori's eyes met with Natalia’s for a brief moment before she looked away, her cheeks warm under the intimate restaurant lighting.

She watched as Jude leaned over the table, flashing her a warm smile as he held out his hand to Natalia introducing himself.

Jude's hand enveloped Natalia's in a firm handshake, his smile warm and inviting. There was an ease about him, a natural charm that seemed to put everyone at ease. As he took his seat beside Tori, his arm coming to leisurely rest over the back of her chair.

It was evident there were emotions attached; there was something about their behavior towards one another, the lingering smitten gazes and drawn-out subtle touches that suggested the passion between them burned bright in their most intimate moments.

Natalia knew better than to outright put either of them on the spot or even highlight her suspicions, but she made a mental note to pick Victoria’s mind the next time they were alone.

As the evening progressed, the trio settled into a comfortable rhythm, laughter and lively conversation flowing as easily as the wine being poured. Tori felt a delightful warmth radiating from Jude, his charisma lighting up the table. Every so often, their hands would brush against one another, sending little jolts of electricity up her arm that made her heart race.

By the time the waiter came to take their orders Tori's body had completely melted into Jude's, her shoulder pressed against his chest as they leaned in closer to share a joke. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and with each passing moment, her confidence grew, strengthened by the fact that Jude seemed genuinely interested in their conversation.

He was polite to Natalia, laughing and engaging with her, but it was the way he looked at Tori that made her heart flutter. His gaze was warm and intense as if he was completely absorbed in her every word. When she spoke, Jude listened intently, nodding and leaning in closer, making her feel like the only person in the room.

"So, do you ever get nervous before games?" Natalia asked curiously, turning the table's attention to Jude as the conversation shifted from the nerves and emotions the girls experienced before performances to how Jude handled his own before a match.

Jude chuckled softly, his smile widening as he took a moment to think. “You know,” he began, glancing between the two women, “it’s funny because during training when I’m with the team, I feel completely in my element. But the night before a big match? That’s when the nerves kick in.” His gaze flickered back to Tori, a hint of playful mischief dancing in his eyes. “I guess it’s the fear of letting everyone down, the fans, the team… but mostly, I think, it’s that anticipation that gets me all worked up.”

She nodded, clearly intrigued. “Are there any rituals you have to help with that? Like a lucky charm or a certain playlist?”

Jude laughed, visibly relaxed amidst the light-hearted conversation. “I do have a little routine. I like to listen to music before a game—something to pump me up. And I always cut holes in the back of my socks to help with circulation, which sounds a bit ridiculous, but to me, it’s just as mentally testing as it is physically.” He leaned in closer toward Tori, enjoying the warmth of her body against his.

Dinner passed by in a blur of good food and even better conversation. The three of them shared stories, jokes, and laughter, creating a warm atmosphere that felt like a wonderful blend of friendship and budding romance. Tori felt a sense of ease, the initial nerves she had about Jude joining them dissipating as the evening unfolded.

With each passing course, the connection between Tori and Jude deepened. He was attentive and engaging, seamlessly balancing the conversation with both her and Natalia while still managing to keep his focus on Tori.

By the time dinner came to an end, Tori felt a pleasant warmth lingering in her chest. The stimulating conversation and heartfelt laughter had forged a bond that she didn’t want to end. Jude had effortlessly navigated between engaging with Natalia and pouring his charm over Tori, making her feel special without neglecting her friend.

As the dessert plates were cleared and coats were pulled on to brave the Madrid winter chill, Jude gallantly paid the bill, flashing a smile at the waitress that only added to his allure. Tori caught Natalia's eye, and they shared a knowing glance, both girls reveling in the charm of the evening.

“Shall we step outside?” Jude suggested, holding the door open for both Tori and Natalia. The evening air was brisk, but it felt invigorating against Tori's skin, contrasting nicely with the warmth that lingered as a result of the wine she drank and the magic of the evening.

Wrapping his arm around Tori’s waist as she stepped past him, following Natalia out of the restaurant his face found the soft curve of her neck as he leaned into her, brushing the warmth of his breath against her skin. It sent shivers down her spine, igniting a thrill that made her heart race.

“As Natalia, if she needs a ride home,” he murmured into her ear, pressing a kiss beneath it that sent another wave of exhilaration coursing through her as he handed his ticket over to the valet. The intimacy of the gesture left Tori breathless, her skin tingling where his lips had just brushed against it.

“Do you need a ride to your apartment, Nat?” Tori asked, shifting slightly as Jude kept his grip firm around her waist.

Natalia, still recovering from the moment she'd just witnessed, shook her head with a smile, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of jealousy. “No, I’m all right! I can take the Metro; it’s not far,” she reassured them.

“But you can’t go alone! It’s late,” Tori insisted gently, her protective instincts kicking in.

Jude tightened his hold around Tori’s waist, leaning in slightly and adding, “I can drop you off if you need, Natalia. No trouble at all.” His tone was sincere, and Tori couldn't help but smile at how comfortably he navigated between them.

Natalia held up her hands playfully. “Really, I’m fine! Besides, I want you two to have your time together. I’ve got some things to do, but thank you for offering.”

“Are you sure?” Tori asked, her brow furrowing in concern. She didn't want her friend to feel uneasy, nor did she want to impose on her evening.

“Yes, go ahead and enjoy! I’ll text you when I’m home, okay?” Natalia insisted, a twinkle of excitement dancing in her eyes. “Have fun, you two!”

With that, they watched as Natalia turned and walked down the street, a grin plastered on her face, undoubtedly pleased with the evening's events and eager to spill the details to anyone who would listen.

Once Natalia was out of sight, Tori turned her attention back to Jude, who was watching her with that warm intensity that made her heart race even faster. “Well, it’s just us now,” he said softly, his voice low and inviting as he gazed into her eyes.

“Yeah,” Tori replied, her stomach fluttering with nerves and excitement.

Just then, the valet returned with Jude’s car, the engine humming softly as it pulled up to the curb. He turned to Tori, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Shall we?”

Tori nodded, a thrill rushing through her. Jude opened the door for her, his hand lingering on her back as she slid into the luxurious interior. The soft leather enveloped her, and she felt a rush of warmth at the gesture. She watched as he swiftly moved around the car to the driver's seat, the sight of him adding to the excitement thumping in her chest.

As he settled in and turned on the ignition, the car came to life, and he quickly glanced over at her, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

Tori felt her cheeks warm as she met his gaze, captivated by the way the dim light in the car highlighted his sharp features. His confidence radiated as he effortlessly gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his arms subtly flexing under the fabric of his shirt. She couldn't help but admire how he managed to look so relaxed yet completely in control—all those traits that turned her on were on full display at that moment.

As Jude pulled away from the curb and onto the city streets, Tori leaned back in her seat, allowing herself to steal glances at him. There was a rugged charm about him, an ease that made her feel safe and exhilarated all at once. The way he concentrated on the road, his brow furrowing slightly when he turned a corner, made her stomach flutter. Each time he shifted gears, Tori's eyes were drawn to the play of his muscles beneath the fabric, and she had to swallow hard to contain the rush of warmth spreading through her.

“May I?” Tori asked softly as she reached over, her delicately manicured fingers grazing over Jude’s crotch as he drove.

“May you what?” Jude asked, his eyes flicking to Tori who fully shifted in her seat, her body facing his as she bit down on her bottom lip.

“Suck your dick while you're driving?” she asked, her voice a seductive drawl.

Tori's heart raced as she awaited Jude's response, her fingers dancing along the growing bulge in his crotch. The idea of pleasuring him like this, in the midst of traffic, sent a thrill through her body. She could feel the heat of his arousal beneath her touch, the hard length of him straining against the confines of his pants.

Without warning or instruction, Tori reached for the buttons holding her cardigan together, undoing them one by one to reveal her round, perky breasts as she slipped the grey cashmere from her body.

Jude's eyes darkened with lust as Tori boldly bared her breasts to him, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the confines of his pants. "Fuck, Tori..." he rasped, his voice thick with arousal.

He reached out to cup one of her perfect tits, thumbing her hardened nipple as Tori whimpered needily. Her fingers made quick work of his fly, freeing his aching erection from its prison.

"Oh my god, Jude." Tori breathed, wrapping her delicate hand around his impressive girth. "You're so big..."

She stroked him slowly, teasingly, her dark eyes locked with his. "I want to taste you," she purred, leaning in close, her breasts pressing against his thigh as she positioned herself over his lap. "I want to feel your cock in my throat..."

Jude groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily into her touch. "Then take it," he urged, his voice a low, rough growl. "Make a mess on my cock..."

Tori's pulse quickened at Jude's command, her mouth watering with anticipation. With a coy smile, she leaned down, her dark hair falling around them like a curtain as she took him into her warm, wet mouth.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," Jude groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she began to bob up and down his thick length. Tori hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

She loved the taste of him on her tongue, salty and perfectly musky, the weight of him heavy in her mouth. Tori took him deep, relaxing her throat as she pushed forward, her nose pressed against the short coarse hairs at the base of his cock.

Jude's eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back against the headrest as Tori worked him with her talented mouth. His hips rocked up to meet her, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.

"Shit, Tori," he grunted, his grip on her hair tightening. "Look into my eyes while you swallow me..."

Jude's attention was torn between keeping his focus on the road and the vixen with her head in his lap, her hands and face covered in saliva as she fulfilled his request for a mess to be made.

He could feel the saturated material of his pants clinging to his skin as a result of her wet mouth as Tori got lost in her ministrations, possessed with lust.

Tori's eyes fluttered up to meet Jude's, her dark gaze smoldering with desire as she continued to work his thick length. She loved the feeling of him pulsing against her tongue, the way his fingers gripped her hair, guiding her movements.

She could feel his pleasure building, the way his abdomen tensed beneath her free hand as she stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Tori doubled her efforts, taking him impossibly deeper, her throat constricting around him.

"Fuck!" Jude groaned, his hips following her mouth as she pulled away from his length with a gasp, a thick bead of saliva slipping from her chin and meandering down her chest.

Jude's eyes followed the path of the saliva, his cock jumping at the sight of it trailing between Tori's pert breasts.

Tori's breath came in short pants as she came up for air, her eyes dark and hazy with lust as she gazed up at Jude through her lashes. "Tell me what you want," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I want to make you feel good..."

She trailed her tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein that pulsed with need. Tori could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze heavy and intense as it roamed over her body. She arched her back subtly, offering him a better view of her breasts, the hardened peaks of her nipples begging for attention.

Tori took him into her mouth once more, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. She could taste the salt of his precum on her tongue, the musky flavor of his arousal.

Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't fit, twisting her wrist on the upstroke just the way she knew he liked. Tori could feel Jude's pleasure building, his hips rocking up to meet her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust.

Jude's fingers tightened in Tori's hair as she worked him closer to his release, his hips snapping up to meet her eager mouth. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Swallow every drop..."

Tori hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his cock pulsing against her tongue as he neared his peak.

With a final thrust, Jude came with a low groan, his cock twitching as he spilled down Tori's waiting throat. She swallowed greedily, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste of him on her tongue.

"Fuck, Tori," Jude panted, his head falling back against the headrest as she gentled her movements, lapping at his spent cock. "That was incredible..."

Tori smiled around him, her dark eyes shining with satisfaction as she released him from her mouth. She sat up slowly, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

Putting his foot down a little harder on the gas as Tori settled back into her seat, Jude's eyes trailed over her body as she propped her arm against the door, a satisfied smile lingering on her lips. The heat of the moment hung thick in the air, the exhilaration of their shared encounter igniting a spark that neither of them could ignore.

Jude’s breath was still heavy, his gaze sweeping over Tori’s body with a mixture of admiration and desire. “You know,” he said, his voice still slightly breathless, “If that's what I get for being a gentleman and offering to give your friend a ride home I'll gladly start a carpool,” he smiled teasingly.

“That wasn't because you offered to take Natalia home, it's because you're you and I wanted to,” Tori explained as she pulled her cardigan back on, her lips still pulsing. “But honestly, thank you for coming tonight. You really didn't have to.” she continued.

“You’ve been around my friends, I’ve welcomed you into my world and I just want to know yours.” Tori felt a warmth spread through her at Jude's words, a mixture of flattery and genuine appreciation bubbling within her.

“I think it's safe to say my world just got a lot more interesting,” she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly as she wrapped her arms around herself, the fabric of her cardigan offering a comforting embrace.

As Jude said, she'd been around his friends and met some of his teammates, he'd shown her his life up close. But for Tori, up until now, it had only been her and Jude wrapped up in their bubble of intimacy. She had finally allowed him into her world, and it left her feeling both thrilled and terrified.

Jude's smile grew wider, and he risked another glance at her, his eyes flicking momentarily back to the road. “I like the sound of that.“

As Jude made his way through the streets of Madrid towards his upscale neighborhood just outside of the city, he and Tori continued to bask in the afterglow of their heated encounter. The playful banter resumed, easing the tension and adding a lightness to the atmosphere.

“I enjoyed myself at dinner tonight,” Jude said casually, turning his head to look at Tori and offer her a warm smile. “You are intriguing, I enjoy sitting and watching you talk.”

He spent most of the dinner observing Tori, the things she spoke about, the way she laughed and engaged with Natalia about any and everything.

There was a certain spark in her that captivated him, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her vibrant energy. “You have a way of lighting up a room,” he added, his tone sincere.

Tori rolled her eyes playfully, letting out a scoff, but she couldn’t hide her smile as her cheeks warmed and she felt herself blushing uncontrollably.

“You’re laughing and I'm being serious, it's a pleasure being around you.” Tori felt her heart flutter at his words, the sincerity in his voice making her feel special.

"Thank you, Jude," she replied softly, her smile growing wider. "That means a lot coming from you."

Jude's gaze lingered on her, his free hand reaching across the middle consoles of his car to caress her thigh in acknowledgment before he put his attention back on the road keeping his hand in place.

Tori felt a rush of warmth at his touch, the way his fingers grazed her thigh sending a thrill through her. She relaxed into his small embrace, savoring the connection between them. “I really appreciate you taking the time to get to know me,” she said, her voice softening.

Jude glanced at her, a knowing smile on his lips. “That was the plan the second I saw you.”

“So you spilled your drink on me on purpose?” Tori laughed softly.

“That was genuinely an accident, but everything else has been part of the plan,” he winked, a mischievous smile spreading across his lips.

As they turned onto Jude’s street, it was as if the air between them began to thicken with desire. The closer they got to his house, the more the invisible strings between them drew them together.

His hand slipped higher up Tori's thigh, nestling itself between her legs as the car came to a stop in front of his luxurious home. The headlights illuminated the elegant facade, casting a warm glow that mirrored the tension simmering between them.

Jude's fingers lingered on her thigh for a moment longer, searching her eyes for any hesitation before he pushed open his door, shutting it before he walked around the sleek black car to Tori on the passenger side.

As Jude came around to open Tori's door, she took a deep breath, the anticipation of what was to come sending a thrill through her body. She stepped out of the car, her eyes meeting Jude's, dark with desire.

"Come on," he murmured, his hand finding hers, intertwining their fingers as he led her towards the house.

Tori followed, her heart pounding in her chest, the heat of Jude's touch seeping into her skin. As they stepped inside, the opulent interior of his home enveloped them, but Tori barely registered it. Her focus was solely on the man beside her, the electric tension that crackled between them.

Jude led her up the staircase, their steps echoing in the quiet of the house. At the top of the stairs, he turned to face her, his free hand coming up to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

"I want you," he said, his voice low and rough with desire. "But before we go further I need to ask you a question…,”

“What is it?” Tori asked in awe of the man who stood towering over her.

“Do you trust me with your body?”

Tori's breath hitched at his question, her heart racing as she searched his gaze for sincerity. She could feel the weight of the moment, the gravity of his words hanging thick in the air between them. It wasn’t just a casual question; it felt like a pivotal point in their relationship.

“Do I trust you?” she echoed softly, letting the question linger as she considered it. They had shared an intense connection, one that had ignited a fire within her, but there was still a part of her that felt vulnerable standing in front of him, exposed and wanting.

Jude’s expression softened, and he brushed a few stray curls away from her face, his touch gentle yet firm. “I know we’ve only just begun to explore this connection, but I promise you, I won’t do anything to hurt you. I want to take my time, to make this special for both of us.”

Tori’s heart fluttered at his words, his sincerity washing over her like a warm tide. She nodded slowly, a smile breaking across her face. “I do trust you, Jude. I want this—I want you.”

His eyes darkened with desire, a flicker of relief and excitement flashing across his features. “Good,” he murmured, the tension between them crackling like electricity.

Before she could say anything else, Jude leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a passionate kiss. It was as if a dam had burst, releasing all the pent-up desire that had been building between them since their first encounter. Tori melted against him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she deepened the kiss, feeling the intoxicating warmth radiating from his body.

As their lips moved together, Jude's hands roamed down her sides, pulling her closer. Tori was the sweetest addiction he'd ever known. Physically, he wanted to own her, to have her as his pleasure and pet. Mentally, he wanted to know the inner workings of her beautiful mind.

Jude held Tori close against him, the heat of her body seeping into his skin as they finally broke apart for air. "Bedroom," he rasped, his voice rough and low. "Now."

Tori nodded breathlessly, her pulse racing at the intensity of his gaze. She let Jude guide her to his room, her eyes drinking in the opulent surroundings. The kingsized bed dominated the space, covered in crisp white linens that she’d taken between her teeth as Jude pleasured her.

His hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve as he pressed her against the wall just inside the room. Tori gasped, arching into his touch, her breath coming in short pants.

"All I thought about tonight at dinner is worshiping every fucking inch of you," Jude growled, his lips trailing down the column of her neck, as his hands worked on unbuttoning her cardigan so he could get to her perfect little body underneath.

Tori's breath hitched as Jude's hands skimmed over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She could feel the heat of his lips as they trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and making her shiver.

"Jude," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his way lower, pushing the soft fabric of her cardigan from her shoulders.

The cool air of the room hit her skin, hardening her nipples into stiff peaks. Jude's gaze was dark as it raked over her body, drinking in the sight of her. "You're so perfect," he rasped, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, his thumbs grazing over the sensitive buds.

Tori arched into his touch, a moan falling from her lips as Jude lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the firmed bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Her hands fisted in his hair, holding him against her as he worked her breast, his free hand kneading the other. Tori could feel the heat building between her thighs, her core clenching in vain.

Lifting his gaze from her chest, Jude's eyes locked onto Tori's, a deep connection sparking between them. He wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist, effortlessly hoisting her into the air as if she were a delicate feather, weightless in his embrace.

Walking Tori into his bedroom, Jude used his foot to close the door before pinning her against it as he reached for the waistband of her leggings so he could roughly pull them from her legs and toss them over his shoulder.

Tori gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, the thrill of vulnerability washing over her. Jude's gaze was intense, filled with desire and a hint of possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. He stepped back momentarily, taking a moment to admire her in her entirety—her caramel skin, the soft curve of her hips, and the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath.

“God, you’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust as he ran his fingers down the curve of her waist, exploring every inch of her figure as if she were a fine art piece.

She felt like she was on fire, and Jude's teasing caresses only stoked the flames. “Jude,” she whispered, her need evident in her voice.

“You’re such a natural submissive,” Jude murmured, his voice low and sultry, sending a thrill coursing through Tori. There was something about the way he said it, so assured and confident, that made her heart race even faster.

Tori nodded slightly, the weight of his words settling over her like a warm blanket. She liked the idea of surrendering just a little to him, of letting him take the lead.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his eyes darkening with primal intenseness. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body flush against his. She could feel the hard outline of his desire pressing into her, and it made her breath hitch in her throat.

“Take control and tell me what you want,” Jude whispered, his voice a sultry promise that sent shivers racing down her spine. “Tonight I want to submit to you.”

Tori's breath hitched at his words, a shiver of excitement coursing through her. The utterance of "submit" wrapped around her brain like silk, and she felt the boundaries of her inhibitions beginning to blur. There was an intoxicating thrill in the action of surrendering to Jude, of letting him take charge entirely.

But having him submit to her was a different kind of rush. Tori felt a surge of empowerment at the thought. She wanted to explore this new dynamic, to test the boundaries of their connection.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with eagerness. Deep within her, she was both excited and terrified, the weight of the moment reverberating in her chest. “You want me to take control?”

“Absolutely,” Jude replied, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. “I trust you completely, Tori.”

Tori's heart raced at his admission, the weight of his words filling her with a mixture of thrill and responsibility. She relished the idea of taking charge, of directing their passion in a way that would heighten their connection.

“Okay,” she said, a determined smile spreading across her lips. “Let’s see just how much you can handle.”

With that, she stepped back, gently pushing Jude away from her, surprising him with her assertiveness. His eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and impatience, the hunger for her evident in the way he clenched his jaw and leaned forward slightly.

“Stay right where you are,” Tori commanded, taking a moment to appreciate the way he followed her instructions with barely contained enthusiasm. She watched him, taking in his tall frame, the way his muscles tensed beneath his shirt, as anticipation filled the air.

Tori bit her lip, feeling emboldened as she moved to the edge of the bed, her fingers grazing over the crisp white linens. “I want you to sit back and watch,” she suggested, her voice sultry.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Jude murmured, his gaze locked on her as he settled onto the edge of the bed, bracing himself on his hands.

“Thank you,” Tori replied, her cheeks flushing under the warm attention, her naked body on full display. “Can you lay back for me?” she asked softly, her core tightening as she envisioned herself sitting on his face.

Jude bit his lip, unable to contain the rush of desire that surged through him at her command. He nodded, laying back on the bed, his eyes never leaving Tori's as she took in the sight of him. The contrast of her naked form against the crisp white linens created an exquisite visual that heightened the tension between them, making the air thick with anticipation.

Tori felt empowered as she straddled the line between command and desire. The way Jude looked at her ignited a fire within her, sparking a thrill that coursed through her veins. She wanted to explore this newfound dynamic, to take control in a way that both excited her and deepened their connection.

“Just watch me,” she instructed, her voice low and sultry. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she slowly moved, her hands gliding over her curves. With deliberate grace, she shifted closer, teasing him with her proximity, leaning down just inches from his face.

“Are you ready for this?” Tori asked, her voice a whisper laced with a hint of mischief, making Jude's pulse quicken.

“Always,” he replied, his voice thick with longing.

With her heart racing, Tori slid her body down Jude’s, her skin brushing against his in a tantalizing caress. She reveled in the sensation of his body beneath her—a strong, solid presence that grounded her even as her desires soared to new heights.

She paused just above him, biting her lip as she surveyed his expression. Jude's eyes were dark, filled with a mix of admiration and hunger, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence. His submissive posture only amplified her thrill, and she wanted to push the boundaries of their exploration.

“You've done so well tonight,” Tori purred, trailing her fingers over his chest, her touch feather-light. “Now, I want to reward you.”

Jude’s breath hitched at her words, and she could see the way his body tensed with anticipation. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, a hint of challenge in his tone.

With a playful grin, Tori slowly sat up, teasingly dragging her nails down his abdomen. Each touch made him shiver with need, and she relished the power she felt over him. “I want to sit on your face,” she said, her voice sultry as she leaned back on her hands, arching her back and pushing her breasts toward him.

Jude’s gaze darkened, though he remained still, every muscle in his body tense. She could see how he fought against the impulse to reach for her, the desire palpable in the air.

“Can I, Jude?” Tori whispered, leaning forward slightly. Her breath fanned across his face, teasing him with every syllable.

Jude swallowed hard, the raw desire in her voice sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. "Please," he managed to say, his voice thick with longing. "I want you to."

With his permission ringing in her ears, Tori’s heart raced as she positioned herself over him. The thrill of dominance coursed through her veins, and she felt alive with the power of the moment.

“Keep your hands on the bed,” she instructed softly, a teasing edge to her voice. Jude obeyed, bracing his arms behind him, his muscles flexing as he settled back and watched her, his eyes filled with both admiration and hunger.

Tori could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his chest rose and fell with anticipation making her want to tease him even further. She took her time, running her hands down her sides, letting her fingers glide over the soft curves of her body.

“Look at me, Jude,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned closer. His eyes locked onto hers, fiery and intense, and she shifted back slightly, feeling the warmth of his breath on her skin as she hovered just above him.

Slowly, Tori lowered herself, her heart pounding as she prepared to claim him. She could feel the heat of his breath on her thighs, and the way he instinctively lifted his head slightly only fueled her eagerness.

As she settled down, she could see the flicker of her reflection in his eyes, the thrill of surrender making her pulse race. “This is what you wanted, right? To feel me?” she teased, hovering just above his face.

“More than anything,” Jude replied softly, his voice a muted growl that ignited an even deeper yearning within her.

With a muffled “good,” Tori finally descended fully, settling onto his awaiting mouth. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she gasped, her fingers curling beautifully into his hair as she reveled in the taste of his lips against her core.

The mixture of their heated desire and her intoxicating scent enveloped him, urging Jude to playfully surrender to her command. He felt her warmth radiating through him, filling the room with an electric whirl of intimacy as he explored her as if she were his dessert, savoring every moment.

Tori ground against him, pushing her hips forward with intention, her breath coming in soft gasps as the pleasure began to build. She loved the way he reacted, the way his body responded to her every movement, urging her to ride the wave.

“More,” she breathed, her voice slightly frantic as the pleasure heightened. “Don’t hold back.”

With unwavering determination, Jude took her words to heart. The sensation of her skin against his mouth only intensified the throbbing desire within him. He flicked his tongue against her, tasting her sweetness, and she cried out, feeling him amplify the passion between them.

Tension built as she lost herself in the moment, the world fading away until it was just the two of them, wrapped together in a cocoon of desire. Tori's movements became more frantic, and she dug her nails into Jude’s scalp, urging him to explore every inch, every sensitive spot, leaving no part untouched.

She felt alive, free, and completely consumed by pleasure, the rhythm of his tongue fueling the fire within her. Jude’s hands roamed her thighs, gripping them tightly, holding her steady as she surrendered to the sensation.

“Jude!” she gasped, feeling the tidal wave of her climax wash over her as she rode the edge of ecstasy. The sensation was overwhelming, and she clung to him as she felt the world spin out of control.

Her body trembled, waves of bliss washing over her as she let go, and Jude savored every moment, guiding her gently through her release. Each touch, each caress sent her spiraling deeper into a blissful state of ecstasy until she finally collapsed against him, breathless and spent.

As Tori caught her breath, she finally looked into Jude’s eyes, a smile of pure satisfaction gracing her lips, despite the storm of emotions inside her.

The more time Tori spent with Jude, the deeper she sank into the whirlwind of feelings that enveloped her. Each laugh they shared and every tender moment seemed to build a beautiful, fragile castle around her heart. Yet, beneath the surface of this seemingly perfect bliss, a nagging worry gnawed at her. She could sense that if their delicate world were to come crashing down, it might leave her shattered, incapable of picking up the pieces. The mere thought of such a heart-wrenching possibility sent a tremor through her being, yet despite the fear that gripped her, she found herself unable to take a step back. Instead, she clung even tighter to the intoxicating connection they shared.

[mixelation]

since jar au is the result of tori freaking out over keizo (the other lab guy) threatening her, i think she comes back from their little "rip open the shinigami" field trip and orochimaru just like. sends her back to work in the lab. with keizo. and does not address the original problem at all. so keizo has cooled down a little but he's still pissed and aggro at her and tori is like "okay well. now i have joint custody of some hokage souls, so--"

i don't think oro has complete control over them but he has banned them from using any type of jutsu or fighting. so tori is like, well they're less useful as body guards than i'd like, but who is the scariest to have just stand behind me to prevent keizo from stabbing me or something? and it's like

minato - deadliest ninja alive. however looks like he works in customer service

hiruzen - the professor, possibly world's broadest knowledge of ninjutsu. looks like a tiny old grandpa

tobirama - actually probably the scariest because since revival, he has perpetually looked like he's about to murder everyone in the room. however what if he uses his scary face to criticize her pipetting technique AND keizo threatens to kill her. she'll cry* *she's probably beyond crying because people are mean to her at this point. but she doesn't know that

hashirama - face like a puppy but is also a giant man in old armor. probably not horrible to talk to all day. she picks him

so she rolls into lab with hashirama at her heels and keizo is like "what the fuck" and hashirama immediately touches something he shouldn't and goes "YO WHAT'S THIS :D"

tori: oh my god you're going to cause a horrible lab accident tori: tori: (lights an alcohol lamp) here try throwing this at that guy

anyway it turns out that the hokage cannot intentionally take actions that harm others ("fighting") but they CAN do what they think is just playfully tossing a small fire across a lab!

minato: it exploded? orochimaru: that's why my lab is on fire? tobirama: BUT YOU KNOW HOW LAMPS WORK? WHY WOULD YOU THINK-- hashirama: IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A NORMAL LAMP, OKAY. I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE A WEIRD CANDLE. also i have no idea what a 'molotov' is tori: next time you should yell 'great fireball jutsu' first--

none of the hokage think she's funny but orochimaru laughs

[boundless11]

Anonymous this is for you- your Ask-I had drafted a post but I have no idea what happened to it.

The imbalance in Cobra Kai’s portrayal of characters is one of the most significant flaws in its storytelling. The trauma experienced by the LaRussos, particularly Daniel and Sam, is often overlooked or downplayed, while other characters are given far more narrative sympathy. For instance, Daniel is still clearly haunted by his experiences with Terry Silver, which is why he’s so strongly opposed to Cobra Kai and what it represents. However, the show often frames him as overly rigid or out of touch, failing to fully explore the lasting impact Silver had on his life. Instead, Daniel is depicted as someone who just doesn’t “understand” Johnny’s intentions, further fueling the tension between them. This dynamic is especially frustrating because much of the conflict in the earlier seasons stems from miscommunication—whether it’s between Sam and Miguel, Robbie and Johnny, or Johnny and Daniel themselves.

Similarly, the show has a tendency to diminish Sam’s trauma while elevating Tory’s struggles. Her hardships—such as her unstable home life, her mother’s illness and her predatory landlord—are rightfully explored in a way that makes her a sympathetic character. However, Sam’s equally harrowing experiences are rarely given the same attention. She was physically attacked by her, witnessed Miguel being kicked off a balcony and struggled with anxiety and PTSD. Yet, when Sam lashes out or stands up for herself, she is quickly labeled as “problematic” or “lacking understanding.” For example, when Sam organised a car wash to raise money for Miguel’s surgery, Cobra Kai members hijacked the funds—a cruel act that was brushed off as just another “cool” move by Cobra Kai. Later, when Sam fights back against Cobra Kai and tensions escalate, she is unfairly blamed for Dimitri’s broken arm, even though it was Hawk who broke it, egged on by Tory.

Season 3 particularly highlights the show’s mishandling of trauma. While Tory is given depth and understanding for her actions, Sam is often vilified or dismissed. The same can be said for the show’s framing of Cobra Kai overall: their morally questionable actions are excused as part of their “edgy” nature, while Miyagi-Do and the LaRussos are held to impossibly high standards. This imbalance is frustrating for viewers who grew up with the clear moral lines of The Karate Kid. While morally gray characters can add complexity, Cobra Kai takes it too far, often undermining the heroes and giving too much leeway to the villains.

At its core, the original Karate Kid story was about good versus bad, with clear lessons about standing up to bullies. By muddying these waters, the show risks alienating fans who appreciated those distinctions. The LaRussos, particularly Sam and Daniel, deserve a more balanced portrayal—one that acknowledges their struggles and humanity rather than constantly casting them in a negative light for reacting to the challenges they face.