#tom holland photoshoot

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

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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[tomhollandnet]

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

[sgftxtinajb]

[hollandnews]

the boy is mine (and from zendaya)

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[thousanddemons]

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[billyboyblue]

Tom Holland || Esquire Magazine by Robbie Fimmano

[hiddentake]

Tom Holland

[men-men-everywhere]

Tom Holland

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Tom Holland

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → teasing

Summary → Tom and Y/n's playful flirtation turns serious during a photoshoot, leading to a long-awaited confession and undeniable tension.

The room was dim, bathed in the warm, sultry glow of the red velvet curtains that hung dramatically behind Tom. He sat casually in the chair, his body stretched out as though he owned the room, one arm lazily draped over his knee. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the subtle definition of his chest. His tousled hair, effortlessly styled, gave him a devil-may-care look, while his eyes shimmered with mischief.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away.

The photoshoot had been going on for hours, and while Tom played it cool, you knew him too well. His fingers, resting on his lap, drummed softly, betraying the restless energy bubbling beneath his calm exterior. To anyone else, he was the picture of confidence, but you saw the flickers of impatience—he was waiting for something, or someone.

You.

Standing just out of sight of the photographer, you watched him closely. The way he carried himself, the way his smirk deepened when the camera wasn’t flashing—it was as if he knew you were there, watching him.

Suddenly, his eyes flicked toward you. The smirk on his lips widened just enough to send a jolt of heat through your body. Even across the room, his gaze felt like a caress, as though he could reach out and touch you with nothing more than a glance. You had tried to stay professional, tried to act like being here didn’t affect you. But there was something about the way Tom looked tonight—confident, sure of himself, and yet completely focused on you—that made your heart race.

“Alright, Tom, let’s take five!” The photographer called out.

The second the words left the photographer’s mouth, Tom pushed himself up from the chair, his movements deliberate, as though he were still putting on a show. He strolled over to where you stood, his eyes never leaving yours. Even though you tried to stay composed, you could feel the tension rising as he closed the distance between you.

“Enjoying the show?” Tom asked, his voice low and teasing, his signature smirk firmly in place.

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow, doing your best to hide how his proximity was affecting you. “You’re just lucky the lighting’s good,” you replied, your tone light but your heart pounding.

Tom chuckled, the sound deep and smooth, making your stomach flip. He leaned in closer, his fingers toying with one of the rings on his hand as his gaze flickered down to your lips for just a moment before locking onto your eyes again. “Maybe,” he said, his voice softer now, just for you. “Or maybe it’s you that brings out the best in me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he said it, the intensity of his gaze making it hard to think straight. You hated how easily he could fluster you, how quickly he could make your cool facade crumble with just a few words and a look that promised so much more. But you weren’t about to let him know that.

You rolled your eyes, trying to regain your composure. “Careful, Tom,” you said, stepping closer, your fingers lightly brushing his, the touch sending an electric current through your skin. “You wouldn’t want to get too cocky.”

His grin only widened, and before you could react, he reached out, his hand gently grabbing your wrist, pulling you even closer until there was barely any space left between you. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“With you, love, I think I’ve already lost,” he murmured, his lips so close to your ear that the warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure, but Tom wasn’t making it easy. His hand slipped from your wrist to your waist, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your skin, the thin fabric of your shirt doing nothing to lessen the sensation. You should’ve pulled away, should’ve done something to regain control of the situation, but his touch was intoxicating, making it impossible to think clearly.

“What do you want from me, Tom?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper, the question hanging between you like a challenge.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his expression softening for the briefest moment. “I want you to stop pretending,” he said, his voice low and serious now, no trace of his usual teasing tone. “We both know this—us—has been building for a while. I’m done playing around.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his eyes catching you off guard. The flirty, playful Tom was gone, replaced by the man who wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, who wasn’t afraid to admit what he wanted.

Before you could respond, the photographer called Tom back for the next set of shots. He hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for you to say something, to acknowledge what he’d just laid on the table. But when you stayed silent, unsure of how to respond, he gave you a small, understanding nod.

“This conversation isn’t over,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Not by a long shot.”

He turned and walked back to the set, but not before giving you one last lingering look that made it clear—he was done with the games. He wanted you, and he wasn’t going to stop until you admitted you wanted him too.

As you watched him slip back into the role of confident, carefree Tom for the camera, your mind raced. This was no longer just a casual flirtation. It was real, and it was terrifying. You’d been dancing around your feelings for him for so long, pretending they didn’t exist, pretending that you didn’t care. But Tom had called your bluff, and now there was no escaping the truth.

When the photoshoot finally wrapped, Tom wasted no time. He walked back toward you, his eyes locked on yours, his usual smirk returning, but this time it was different—softer, more genuine.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with purpose. “I’ve got plans for us tonight.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—made it impossible to say no.

You nodded, feeling the weight of what was about to happen settle in your chest, but at the same time, a thrill ran through you. This was it. No more pretending. No more games.

The night was just beginning.

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[destinyc1020]

This is Tom's evil twin brother Tony 🤭🤭

[tomhollandnet]

Tom for BuzzFeed

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[liquidsludge]

Just bought this gem of a set for a video, thought i would take some photos.

[photosoft0ys]

Night Monkey