#tom holland photoshoot

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TOM HOLLAND Men's Health Shoot BTS (Extended Version) · 2025

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Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → During a photoshoot, Tom teases Y/n about admiring him too much, leading to playful banter and a messy hug.

Ps: Had to write something with this photoshoot 🥵

The studio was buzzing with activity. Bright lights illuminated every corner of the large garage set where Tom was in the middle of his latest photoshoot. He stood in front of an old, beat-up car, his jeans low on his hips, his white tank top hanging off his shoulders, smudged with grease and dirt for the aesthetic. His body was toned and defined, every muscle a testament to the hours of work he’d put in at the gym.

From where you and Harry stood, leaning against a table piled with props, it was impossible not to stare. Tom looked incredible. He exuded confidence, casually wiping sweat and fake grease off his face with his tank. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, and apparently, Harry noticed.

“You alright there, Y/n?” Harry asked, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

“Hm?” You replied absentmindedly, still staring at Tom as he adjusted his stance for another shot.

Harry rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Earth to Y/n! You completely stopped listening to me two minutes ago. Don’t start drooling now.”

Your eyes snapped to Harry, and you flushed slightly. “I’m not drooling!” You shot back, a little too defensively.

Harry smirked, crossing his arms. “You were about to. I’m telling Tom.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

Before Harry could say anything else, the photographer called for a quick break, giving Tom a moment to relax. He grabbed a water bottle and headed your way, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Hey, babe,” Tom greeted, his voice warm and teasing as he approached. His eyes scanned your face, and a sly grin appeared. “Why are you so red?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Harry beat you to it. “Oh, she was enjoying the view a bit too much, mate.”

“Shut up, Harry!” You said, your cheeks heating even more.

Tom’s grin widened as he leaned against the table beside you, his sweat and grease making him look even more effortlessly charming. “Aw, come on, darling,” he teased, his voice dropping slightly, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Ugh, gross,” Harry groaned, dramatically rolling his eyes. “Do you two ever turn this lovey dovey thing off?”

Tom ignored his brother, turning his full attention to you. His smirk softened into a playful pout. “You’re not gonna come give me a hug, love?”

Your nose scrunched up as you took a step back. “Absolutely not. Don’t come near me until you shower and scrub all that dirt off.”

“Aw, come on,” Tom whined, stepping toward you.

“Nope,” you said firmly, holding your hands up to stop him.

“Pleaseeeee,” he pleaded, dragging out the word.

“Nuh uh, not happening.”

“At least a kiss, please,” he pleaded, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.

You bit your lip, trying to stay firm, but it was impossible to resist him when he looked at you like that. With a sigh, you relented. “Fine, but don’t touch me. Just bend down.”

Tom immediately obeyed, leaning down with a victorious grin. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but before you could pull back, his arms shot out and wrapped around you, pulling you against his dirty chest.

“Tom!” You yelped, squirming in his grip.

“Gotcha,” he said with a laugh, holding you tightly despite your protests.

“Let me go! You’re disgusting!”

“You love me,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, not right now, I really don’t,” you shot back, though you couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

Harry groaned loudly, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it down in one go. “I’m suffocating in here. Can’t you guys wait until you’re alone?”

Tom laughed, finally releasing you, though he kept an arm around your waist. “You’re just jealous, mate.”

“Jealous? Of you two? No thanks,” Harry said, shoving Tom lightly. “Just don’t get your grossness on me.”

“Don’t worry, Baz,” Tom said with a wink. “All my grossness is reserved for my love.”

You rolled your eyes, wiping some of the dirt off your arm. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Holland.”

“I know,” he said smugly, leaning down to steal another quick kiss before you could stop him.

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TOM HOLLAND Men's Health — Carter Smith (2025)

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TOM HOLLAND 2025 | Carter Smith ph. for Men's Health

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Outtakes from Tom Holland's portraits for The Crowded Room press

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TOM HOLLAND Men's Health Shoot BTS · 2025

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Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → spice?

Summary → Tom tries to kiss you after the Hot Ones show.

As the Hot Ones interview wrapped up, the backstage buzz started to die down. You leaned against the counter, observing the chaos in front of you with amusement as Tom and Harry tried to recover from the heat. Harry was gulping down water, looking like he might burst into flames at any second. Meanwhile, Jack, unbothered, casually munched on another wing, unaffected by the inferno that the other two were clearly suffering from.

Tom, however, was the most dramatic of them all. He was clutching a giant jar of water, pouring it into his mouth like a man lost in a desert. His face was flushed red, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead, and he was pacing the room, trying to cool his burning mouth.

“You’re all absolutely insane,” you laughed, shaking your head. "I warned you not to take the last dab."

Tom stopped, his eyes wide with a mixture of panic and excitement. "I couldn’t back out! I had to finish it!" He exclaimed, his voice hoarse from the spice. "People would think I'm weak if I didn't!"

"Yeah, well, I’m just glad I didn’t have to suffer through that," you teased, shooting a smirk at Harry, who was now refilling his glass with water for the third time.

"I can’t believe people enjoy this," Harry groaned, clutching his stomach. "It feels like my mouth is melting."

"It's not that bad, actually," Jack chimed in, giving a shrug as he bit into another wing. "It’s just about tolerance."

Tom shot him a betrayed look. "How are you eating more? You’re a freak, Jack."

"Yeah, well, some of us are built different," Jack replied smugly, making both Tom and Harry groan.

You chuckled and leaned closer to Harry. "See? This is why I said no thanks. You two look like you’ve been through hell and back."

But Tom wasn’t having it. He placed the jar of water down with an exaggerated flourish, stepping closer to you. "C’mon, love, you gotta at least try it. You’re missing out on the full experience."

You crossed your arms, raising a brow at him. "I’ve seen your experience. No thanks."

Tom grinned, stepping closer with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fine, if you won’t eat it… at least let me share what it feels like." Before you could react, he puckered his lips and leaned in, aiming for a kiss.

You dodged quickly, moving to the side with a laugh. "Tom, no! Your lips are probably burning!"

"That’s the point!" He said, trying again, his lips still puckered and his eyes narrowing with determination.

You dodged again, grinning as you kept just out of his reach. "Seriously, Tom, I’m not kissing you until you cool off. Your lips are bright red. It looks like you’ve been kissing a volcano!"

Tom pouted dramatically, crossing his arms like a child who didn’t get his way. "That’s not fair. You’ve kissed me after I’ve eaten worse things."

"I’m sure I have, but this? No way. I saw you sweating and chugging water. You’re a walking hot sauce bottle right now."

"Y/n, you'll be fine!" He stepped forward again, trying to catch you by surprise, but you danced out of the way with a quick spin.

"Nope," you said, your tone teasing as you moved behind Harry for cover. Harry, still in the midst of his water consumption, gave you a sympathetic look but made no move to help you.

Tom, clearly getting more desperate, shot Jack a pleading look. "Mate, help me out here."

Jack raised his hands in surrender, shaking his head with a laugh. "You’re on your own, she's your girlfriend."

Tom huffed in frustration but didn’t give up. Instead, he rounded the counter, eyes locked on you with a mischievous grin. "Okay, if you won’t kiss me, then I’m just gonna have to make you."

You stepped back, holding your hands out defensively. "Tom, I’m warning you. You’re not getting anywhere near me with those spicy lips."

But he was faster than you anticipated. Before you knew it, he had closed the distance, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. You gasped, trying to squirm away, but he held you tight, his grin wider than ever.

"Gotcha," he whispered, leaning in slowly, teasing you with the closeness of his lips.

You turned your head away quickly. "I swear, Tom, if you kiss me right now—"

"You’ll what?" He teased, brushing his lips lightly against your cheek. You could feel the heat radiating from his mouth, and it made you laugh and groan at the same time.

"I’ll never kiss you again!"

"Bluffing," he whispered, his lips now dangerously close to yours. "You can’t resist me."

You squirmed again, laughing as you tried to escape his hold. "I’m serious, Thomas! You’re a menace."

Tom chuckled, finally loosening his grip but keeping his face close to yours. "Alright, alright. I’ll wait… but only because I love you. Not because I’m scared of your threat or anything."

"You should be," you muttered, still smiling.

He finally let you go, though not without pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Fine, but when I’m not on fire anymore, you owe me."

"You’re gonna have to wait a while. I’ll kiss you after you calm down," you said, brushing a finger over his flushed cheek. "You’re all red, and your lips look like they’re still burning."

Tom gave you his signature puppy-dog eyes, lips forming into a pout. "But, babe…"

"Nope, not working this time," you said, shaking your head. "Your pout won't save me from spicy lips, so it's not gonna work on me."

"Unbelievable," Tom muttered, but his pout quickly turned into a grin. "You love me too much to say no forever."

"Maybe, but I’m saying no right now," you replied, reaching for a glass of water and handing it to him. "Here, drink up. Cool off."

Tom took the glass, still grinning as he sipped. "Alright, fine. But when I’ve recovered, you won’t be able to escape."

You smirked, crossing your arms again. "We’ll see about that."

Harry, who had been quietly watching the entire exchange, finally spoke up, his voice weak from the heat. "I can’t believe I had to witness all of that while my mouth was burning."

Jack just chuckled. "That was more entertaining than the whole interview."

Tom shot them both a glare. "You’re just jealous."

Harry groaned, rubbing his temples. "I’m not sure I can even feel jealous with my tongue still on fire."

You laughed, leaning into Tom’s side as he draped an arm over your shoulder. "Well, next time, maybe you’ll all think twice before eating something so spicy."

Tom sighed dramatically. "Yeah… or maybe we’ll just convince you to join us next time."

"Not a chance," you said with a grin, shaking your head. "Not. A. Chance."

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