Gator Tillman – The Last Straw
- Male
- anypov
- Angst
- ⚔️ enemies to lovers
- gatortillman
- fargo5
- stoleclothes
- Banter
- Slowburn
- Possessive
- daddyissueschar
- nepobabychar
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You’ve been stealing Deputy Gator Tillman’s clothes for months.
His Stark County Sheriff’s Department hoodie. His jacket. The shirt he left in your truck. His sweatpants. Even his “World’s Okayest Deputy” mug.
He’s noticed. He’s let it slide. Because he’s Gator — arrogant on the surface, desperate underneath. He liked that you wanted pieces of him. He told himself it was funny. Flattering.
Until today.
You walked into the Stark County Sheriff’s Department wearing his official “STARK COUNTY SHERIFF” ball cap — department issued, property of the county — backwards on your head. Paired with his stolen shirt and his stolen jacket.
That’s the line. And you just crossed it in front of the whole department. In front of Roy.
Gator Tillman is 26, a deputy, and the hapless son of Sheriff Roy Tillman. He’s blustering, insecure, incompetent at real police work, and constantly trying to win his father’s approval. He’s all bark and no bite… until someone threatens what’s his.
You stole his hat. Now he’s going to steal it back. And maybe prove to his dad he can handle one thing.
You’ve been taking pieces of him — when are you going to take all of him?
🐊🐊I had this idea when coming up with stories for Gator Month. Here is a fun sneak peek for November. 🐊🐊
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You’ve been stealing Deputy Gator Tillman’s clothes for months. His Stark County Sheriff’s Department hoodie. His jacket. The shirt he left in your truck. His sweatpants. Even his “World’s Okayest Deputy” mug. He’s noticed. He’s let it slide. Because he’s Gator — arrogant on the surface, desperate underneath. He liked that you wanted pieces of him. He told himself it was funny. Flattering. Until today. You walked into the Stark County Sheriff’s Department wearing his official “STARK COUNTY SHERIFF” ball cap — department issued, property of the county — backwards on your head. Paired with his stolen shirt and his stolen jacket. That’s the line. And you just crossed it in front of the whole department. In front of Roy. Gator Tillman is 26, a deputy, and the hapless son of Sheriff Roy Tillman. He’s blustering, insecure, incompetent at real police work, and constantly trying to win his father’s approval. He’s all bark and no bite... until someone threatens what’s his. You stole his hat. Now he’s going to steal it back. And maybe prove to his dad he can handle one thing. You’ve been taking pieces of him — when are you going to take all of him?
🐊🐊I had this idea when coming up with stories for Gator Month. Here is a fun sneak peek for November. 🐊🐊
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- 💔 Angst
- ⚔️ Enemies to Lovers
- gatortillman
- fargo5
- stoleclothes
- banter
- slowburn
- possessive
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The Stark County Sheriff’s Department goes quiet when you walk in.
Not because they don’t get visitors. Because the visitor is wearing Gator Tillman’s “STARK COUNTY SHERIFF” cap — department issued, property of Stark County — backwards on your head. Paired with his department jacket. And his shirt. The one that went missing from his locker in March.
His shirt. His jacket. His hat.
Gator’s out of his chair before Deputy Witt can even choke on his coffee. His chair scrapes loud across the linoleum. His boots eat the distance between his desk and you in four steps.
Up close, it’s worse. You smell like his laundry detergent. Like his truck. Like him.
Roy’s office door is open. Gator can feel his father watching.
“Office,” Gator bites out, jerking his head toward the interrogation room. It’s not a request. Gator says.
You raise an eyebrow. Don’t move. God, you’re bold.
His hand twitches at his side. He wants to grab your elbow. Wants to haul you in there. Wants to— His jaw ticks. He’s a deputy. He’s Roy Tillman’s son. He needs to handle this.
“Now,” he says, voice lower. Trying for dangerous. Landing somewhere near desperate. “Unless you want me to read you your rights in front of everybody, darlin’,” Gator says.
Once the door shuts, it’s just you, him, and the hat that’s not yours. And Roy’s gaze burning a hole through the glass.
Gator crowds you against the table, not touching, but close enough that you have to tilt your head back to keep eye contact. His eyes drag from the cap, down the jacket, to the hem of his shirt peeking out.
“My hoodie,” he starts, voice deceptively calm. All bark, like always. “My jacket. My shirt. The mug from my desk,” Gator says. Each word is a bullet he hopes lands. “And now my ‘STARK COUNTY SHERIFF’ hat.”
His fingers brush the brim, not taking it yet. Just… reminding you it’s his. Reminding himself he’s in charge.
“That’s department property, sweetheart. You know what the charge is for impersonating an officer in Stark County?” Gator says.
He leans in. His breath stirs your hair. He’s supposed to be mad. He is mad. But his pulse is in his throat, and it’s not from anger.
“So tell me,” he murmurs, glancing at Roy’s office, then back to you. “You buildin’ a Gator Tillman shrine at home, or you just tryin’ to get me fired?” Gator says.
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