DAVID CORENSWET for Banana Republic

GLEN POWELL. The Hollywood Reporter.

DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT/SUPERMAN SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

Tom Holland and Gordon Ramsay Bond Over A Spicy Fried Chicken Sandwich

The former United States champion just suffered a loss to Jordynne Grace on Smackdown and while Alba was carrying her to the back, Chelsea just felt a pair of eyes in her direction. She turned to notice a young man saluting at her --- he was a fan of hers. I mean who wouldn't be? ❝ ...Um, do I know you? Does Nick let anybody back here nowadays? I guess I'm gonna need to make a trip to his office. Again. ❞ If she hadn't lost her match she might have been in a better mood... or would she? The Canadian woman looked at the male then she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, just this once. ❝ I'm Chelsea Green but I'm positive you already knew that and yes, it's nice to meet me too. ❞

To an outside observer, Chelsea's attitude would have seemed unbecoming of a former champion, unacceptable for someone with devoted fans.

And that's why they were outside observers.

For Isaac, who admired not only Chelsea's in-ring ability, but her overall acumen as a performer, an entertainer (among all the... other things... he admired), to have her particular brand of sass directed at him was an honor and a thrill.

He blushed and giggled and probably would've twirled hair around his finger were it long enough, but instead he acknowledged the obvious reality: she'd just competed, just lost, so it probably wasn't the best time to meet a fan. If he wanted to stick around, he should make himself useful--or at least flattering.

Greeting Alba (which was a delight in and of itself), Isaac acknowledged the way she supported Chelsea and held out a hand. "May I help? It's, uh..." He thought for something appropriate to say and smiled once he found it. "...the least I could do, for the privilege of meeting you in person."

Something was not right.

The first thought to go through her mind was that Kitty is sleeping with the wrong man if she doesn't like sharing. The second thought was that Laine knew Will and she knew that his ego was far too big to just dismiss her. Laine's eyebrows furrowed but she placed her foot in front of the door so that Will couldn't close the door on her. "Hold up a god damn second, Keaton!"

Shoving the door open a little bit more with her foot, Laine leaned forward and looked at Will as if she was examining him. "I know she's the size of a middle schooler but blink twice if you need help." Laine teased while she lowered her voice enough that she was pretending to whisper but she didn't care to hide her words from Kitty because the thought of the 5ft woman being able to hold Will Keaton hostage was funny to her.

Will laughed openly and moved back, turning to what looked like an increasingly angry little blonde next to him. "Kitty, Laine thinks you're holding me against my will. Could you please explain to her that you're here against your Will? Not me Will but like, your agency."

He turned back to Laine and sighed, leaning against the door again like it was a sad story. "Kitty's addicted, you see. To all this..." He gestured to himself with his free hand. "She can't help herself. She hates it, but, here she is again. You two have that in common, actually. Hey!" He stepped back, reforming a neat triangle between the three of them. "You two should be friends! You can bond over how badly you want me."

Will knew how annoying he was being, but that was the point: neither one of them was going to get so frustrated as to walk away from him, so to demonstrate that he chose to be twice as annoying.

Go math!

"A piggy back ride does sound fun." Mei thought out loud with amusement in her tone. When the bartender approached, Mei smiled. "A white wine spritzer please." She ordered before turning in her stool towards Will.

It was then that she truly realised how large the man was and her mind started drifting, wondering if he was just as big everywhere but she glanced away when her traitorous face flushed pink again. "W-What about... a secret for a secret?"

"You're a terrible negotiator," Will teased, grinning. "Because I'm an open book. Even with things I probably shouldn't share," he chuckled and sipped his drink. "But I'll put you out of your misery and accept your terms." He held out his hand for her to shake. "One question, about whatever you want. In exchange for the same."

”Lucky girl/boy you’re going out with. Hell, with me dressing you up? I’d even date you, and you know how picky I am,” Aislin commented, adjusting their collar for them as she smiled up at them, her gaze suddenly locking on Y/M/s lips. “You have a little smudge of something you ate earlier on your face still,” she said softly, brushing away a grain of rice from the sushi they’d binged on earlier while watching a Studio Ghibli movie. The two seemed and acted like a couple, yet were in fierce denial of being one - even going out of their way to set each other up with other people.

Isaac playfully bit at Aislin's finger, then turned to face himself in the mirror. As he turned, her lingering hands slid over his shoulders, his back, and he couldn't help but shiver as a result. Ignoring that for now, he looked at himself in the mirror, Aislin over his shoulder. "Do I really look good?

"It's not that different from how I usually dress but... I dunno, the moment someone else is involved I suddenly feel..." He visibly squirmed in his clothes, for effect. "...like it's too formal. Stiff. I'm not a stiff, am I?" he asked, finding Aislin's eyes through the mirror.

“Some do, the recluse types, but there are many living in towns and cities too.” She’d probably become depressed if she was isolated from people, afraid of seclusion and losing contact with the rest of the world. Being a recluse wouldn’t really help if she wanted to become a teacher or something the like. Want probably being a sin of its own but sometimes it was confusing what was and what wasn’t.

At his question Laura blushed, a little shocked he would ask that from her although the curiosity was refreshing. “Well, that’s between me and my confession to God, isn’t it?” In fact she was expected to go to confession at least once a week to practice recognising her sins she committed daily because after all they were all sinners. But she was going to go to confession either way so she could ask forgiveness for telling him then, “A week ago. Although it wasn’t just temptation.” She glanced to make sure they weren’t being listened to, “I was distracted by a man during church service." In her defense the man targeted her, not that anyone cared.

"Men!" Sam cried, thumping his fist on the table in exaggerated frustration. "Always ruining everything, aren't they?" he asked, rhetorically, considering he was going to do his best to be even worse. Through it all, he kept his smirk on his lips, signaling he was having fun. He'd like it if she did, too.

"But do you really have to be that strict with yourself? If I had to report myself to the authorities every time I had a sinful thought, well..." He laughed softly as he raised his glass to his lips. "I'd be serving consecutive life sentences..."

"Oh my fff-fuck...!"

Isaac was not ready for it as the sight of Stella in her bra and panties--even just stripping down to her bra and panties--was too much for his already over-excited body. He shuddered and moaned and his hips bucked--his cock jerked and shot a jet of cum that streaked across her chest. Then another across her stomach, then another splashed on her thigh. In his futile attempt to stop it, he gripped his cock which just angled it right at her face, shooting a rope across her lips.

"Oh no..." he panted, dizzy, and leaning against the countertop. His knees were all but useless and his head was fuzzy and numb. "I... am so sorry..."

Isaac had to act fast. Not only were they on the clock with his appointment, but he was on his own internal clock: if he waited too long, his brain would catch up to his body and he'd hesitate and ruin the whole thing!

So he sprung up, his cock bouncing heavily as he did so, his oiled, toned body shining in the cozy light of the room. Now that Kennedy was lying down in her t-shirt and panties and Isaac could get a really good look at her, he exhaled heavily. "My goodness you're hot."

That was all he said before hurrying to free her from her (very sexy) panties and exposing her to him. "Oh my goodness." He dropped to his knees and rested her thighs against his shoulders, then took one lick, then another, then another, and another. "Oh my goodness," he said for a third time before leaning back in and beginning to feast.

Isaac whined and collapsed sideways onto the couch. "Oh my gosh," he said behind his hands, giggling and trembling and squirming and throbbing. "I can't..." He took a deep breath and sat up, then slid to the edge of the couch, legs spread. His shaking hands went to Adeline's hips as he admired the way her underwear was just enough to highlight the curves of her behind. "...believe this. This is all..."

He licked his lips and turned Adeline to face him. He looked up at her, his expression open and vulnerable, a swirl of lust and excitement and gratitude playing over his expressive features. "...happening so fast and... it's a little scary but... it feels good? And right? And... and I want it." He pulled her closer so she was right up against the edge of the couch, close enough to brush his pants with her knee.

"I am so... flattered and grateful--" He squeezed her hips. "--and turned on that you wore this for me." His hands slipped behind to find and squeeze her ass. "What else did you wanna do for me?"

"Misbehave all I want?" Will asked, accepting his card back from the returning waiter and leaving a generous tip. "You're the reason we're both here," he continued, standing and offering Adeline a hand to help her stand. Did their friends organize this "date"? Was Adeline just a helpless victim of her friends' enthusiasm? Yes, but fairness and logic didn't matter when you were trying to turn someone on.

Will put his hand on the small of her back and led her out. "Adeline needed to get laid and I was summoned, and I'm the bad one here? I don't have an army of people working for me when I get horny." He grinned as they stepped out onto the street and he got them a ride. He didn't wait for a reaction before asking, "Back to your place?"