Sheepdog Fan Fiction – SPF Sun And Sheepdog Protection Factor

I wrote another one of these yesterday and tossed it up on IG. People seemed to like it:

“WOOOOOOOO IT’S 5:11 SOMEWHERE amirite!?” said Will yelled just before he used his finger as a fulcrum for his punisher logo keychain, breaching a hole in the bottom of a cold can of Monster Energy Assault. Opening the top and shotgunning the sugary red liquid in three massive gulps, he proceeded to smash the empty can on the top of his YETI cooler he had strategically covered the logo on with an Ozark Trail sticker. “OUTTA MY CoOoOoOoOOOOOL DeAD HAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaands.” he sung loudly over the beat of the country song that was booming out of the nearby speakers. Will had no idea where his friends were at the moment, but that didn’t matter because he had lots of beer, and since it was a free outdoor music festival there were plenty of were girls around. Flipping the lid open on the cooler he jammed his hand into the ice and fished around until he located a can of Natty Ice. Just then, the song finished and he locked eyes with a brunette girl in an S&W shirt who was dancing near him. “I like your tattoo, I’m Steph” she said in a sweet voice as she took a few steps towards him. “The name’s Will, but my friends call me Lonewolf” he said nodding the brim of his multicam velcro patch hat and extending his hand for her to shake after wiping the sweat off it on his Wranglers. “Soft hands. Want to have a beer, and help me re-apply sunscreen to this badboy?” he said. “Lonewolf, I’d love to!” said Steph. He handed her the can of Natty ice and the SPF 40 as he reached back into the Ozarkafied YETI for another can for himself. Will wasn’t one to get ahead of himself, but when a female entity in a permissive environment shows that much of an interest… you know, he found it hard not to let his mind wander. As she squirted the sunscreen onto her hand and rubbed it onto his bicep and forearm, Will was concentrating on holding the flex and thinking of his next move. *I’ll definitely get her alone somewhere quieter, by telling her she should come see my Tacoma and help me bring back more beer… that would be smooth*. he thought. *I hope he has a lifted Tacoma with exhaust tips and a spartan decal* Steph fantasized. 📷via @js10590

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I hope you guys are enjoying the sheepdog fan fiction as much as I enjoy writing it. More coming soon.