#sam!warfare

cause I have been and now my mind is going insane

So, what you’re saying is, we definitely shouldn’t be thinking about how fresh he smells after his recent shower. Zingy and citrusy, but with just a little hint of man breaking through.

How he asks who we’ve been waiting for, gruffly questioning, “Is it me? Who is it?”

Or how he’s gently pushed us onto the floor, slotting his legs between ours, saying he has plans for us, but he just needs to get a quick workout in first.

How his nose bumps ours when he dips his body, or how we can feel his exhale against our skin, and hear him grunt a little each time he pushes up.

Or how he never breaks eye contact, his gaze boring into ours as our world dissolves to become only him and the hard floor.

How our breaths mingle each time he lowers and raises.

Or how we shift our head so he can drop a kiss against our jaw, and nip at our neck, rhythmically. How he’s more out of contact than in, which makes it all the more tantalising.

How his pecs and shoulders and arms flex with every movement, or how he catches us watching and murmurs, gritting out the words, “Gotta stay fit for my girl, right?”

Or how his subtle bulge is becoming increasingly less subtle and more solid, and is providing a little more pressure where we need it most with every rep.

And we definitely won’t be thinking about the sheen of perspiration on his forehead, or that single bead of sweat that’s traversing his perfect nose and threatening to drop at any moment.

And we definitely, certainly and absolutely wouldn’t be thinking about him doing all of this out of uniform, if you catch my drift..?

No, I’m definitely not thinking about any of this. And, I would hope, neither are you…

😏👀

Also, not me watching the trailer or this gifset on repeat, or staring at this and this, PURELY FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES

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