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1. Poacher's Pride by usurpershead

   Fandoms: The Last of Us (Video Games), The Last of Us (TV)  

   • Explicit
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • F/M
   • Work in Progress

   11 Feb 2026

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Joel (The Last of Us)/Reader
   • Joel (The Last of Us)/You
   • Joel (The Last of Us)
   • Reader
   • You
   • Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
   • Kidnapping
   • Stockholm Syndrome
   • DDLG
   • Rape/Non-con Elements
   • Non-Consensual Touching
   • Dark
   • dom!Joel Miller
   • sub!Reader
   • Eventual Smut
   • Eventual Fluff
   • although i truly don't think it can be fluffy
   • you have been kidnapped so
   • Starvation
   • Imprisonment
   • Master/Pet
   • Angst
   • Corruption
   • i'm not joking when i say joel is fucked
   • Murder
   • Age Difference
   • 18 and 52
   • Porn With Plot
   • slowburn
   • Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)
   • 90s AU
   • Collars
   • Leashes
   • Abuse
   • Captivity
   • Depression
   • Suicidal Thoughts
   • Family Issues
   • Past Character Death
   • Unreliable Narrator

   Summary

   There was the distinct feeling in Lexington, Massachusetts, that those who stayed would never leave: bound to the land and its transgressions. They clawed at the dirt, screaming and kicking, throats bloody and shirts covered in vomit spewed at the prospect of captivity. Those images came to fruition in the winter of 1992, with your starved body crawling on the floor of Willard's Woods, the wildness of his eyes a prominent picture in the back of your mind as the rope around your ankle burned with every pull towards the light. Then, suddenly, as if swept by a tornado and then spat back out, enlightened and concussed, those eyes turned into your soul, and you welcomed the ring of red around your skin that stung with every promise untold.

   Language:

   English

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