alisha

well i’ve been afraid of changin' cause i’ve built my life around you

[siriuslylantsov]

⋆˚｡ welcome to siriuslylantsov ! ꩜

alisha. nineteen. queer. she/her.

leave your shoes at the door and don't forget to reblog.

about me | masterlist | rules and guidlines | sideblog [mdni]

RECENT WORKS:

doesn't need to lift a finger - joel miller x reader [18+]

kiss me out of the bearded barley - spencer reid x reader

[hotchology]

[siriuslylantsov]

rewatching criminal minds!!! we Back

[fa3ryb0t]

goodbye straight people

[siriuslylantsov]

i need to relive the high of reading super long, incredibly written joel miller fanfiction till 6am

[memories]

apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 1/12/21, 5:59:48 AM.

[siriuslylantsov]

oh dude that time is so Cryptic but knowing me in 2021 i was probably pulling an all nighter

[siriuslylantsov]

idk everyone imagines Joel as kinda dom daddy but I think he’s actually very gentle, he hints at it with the gun scene in S1 and throughout the show and game he’s very careful and gentle with things he loves ( the guitar, tess, ellie ) so i think that translates to sex too, he’s ultimately a protector anyways yaaas need dat

a little nsfw | wc: 557

something about a big burly man being incredibly gentle with you, it's sickening (in a good way).

rough, work-worn hands that hold you like you're something fragile. guitar calloused fingertips that drag over your skin impossibly soft, tracing your body. the length of your arm, the dip of your waist revealed where your shirt had ridden up during the night. his arm wraps around you from behind, pulling you closer to him. you're convinced that he’d meld your bodies together if he could but alas he can't so he compensates by never taking his hands off you. you're not complaining.

his hand slips under the faded flannel you wear to sleep, courtesy of him of course, cupping your boob and kneading the flesh in his hand. you hum into your pillow as his thumb skims over your nipple, sleep still clinging to the corners of your eyes, limbs still in need of stretching. you can't move with the mass of him attached to you, grounding you in place, and quite frankly you don't want to. 

joel can get very touchy in the morning. not that he isn’t throughout the day, you're never without a possessive, protective hand at the small of your back when you take walks around town. but something about the just risen sun and the warm blankets has you looking extra holdable. who could blame him?

he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in warm puffs. the coarse greying hair of his beard scratches against your skin, you relish in the sensation. what's even more is the soft plush of his lips that press against your shoulder, gently kissing you awake. 

“mornin’ sweetheart,” he says, a low, raspy tone only reserved for you in the early hours.

you don’t say anything in response, simply reaching behind you to hold the nape of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair and scratching the scalp there. he hums, still low and riddled by sleep, pleased. the sound sends a shiver down your spine, the line of vertebrae fitted perfectly to his chest. 

he continues to idly touch you, absentminded passes of his hand over the expanse of your stomach, while your fingers stay threaded in the strands of his thick hair. it's been longer in recent months but you have no qualms, you like the way it falls into his face and gives you the opportunity to push it back–as well as the way he blushes furiously when you do so. 

you turn your head to the best of your abilities to look at him. morning light makes his eyes glitter, you try to ignore the unfiltered adoration in them, in fear of rolling over and never being able to look at him again. you’ve never been with anyone who loves as strongly as joel does, and makes it evident in everything, spoken or (mostly) unspoken. it's debilitating–in the best way. 

“beautiful boy,” you coo, scratching behind his ear. he leans into your touch.

“i’m neither a’those things,” he scoffs roughly, eyelids fluttering shut when your nails pass over that particular spot he loves.

“dont make me fight you, miller.” you tuck your face in the pillow again, snuggling back into him. his arms tighten around your middle in response. “its too early.”

“alright, hun.”

[sabrinacarprenter]

inde navarrette as nikki OBSESSION (2026)

[siriuslylantsov]

idk everyone imagines Joel as kinda dom daddy but I think he’s actually very gentle, he hints at it with the gun scene in S1 and throughout the show and game he’s very careful and gentle with things he loves ( the guitar, tess, ellie ) so i think that translates to sex too, he’s ultimately a protector anyways yaaas need dat

a little nsfw | wc: 557

something about a big burly man being incredibly gentle with you, it's sickening (in a good way).

rough, work-worn hands that hold you like you're something fragile. guitar calloused fingertips that drag over your skin impossibly soft, tracing your body. the length of your arm, the dip of your waist revealed where your shirt had ridden up during the night. his arm wraps around you from behind, pulling you closer to him. you're convinced that he’d meld your bodies together if he could but alas he can't so he compensates by never taking his hands off you. you're not complaining.

his hand slips under the faded flannel you wear to sleep, courtesy of him of course, cupping your boob and kneading the flesh in his hand. you hum into your pillow as his thumb skims over your nipple, sleep still clinging to the corners of your eyes, limbs still in need of stretching. you can't move with the mass of him attached to you, grounding you in place, and quite frankly you don't want to. 

joel can get very touchy in the morning. not that he isn’t throughout the day, you're never without a possessive, protective hand at the small of your back when you take walks around town. but something about the just risen sun and the warm blankets has you looking extra holdable. who could blame him?

he buries his nose into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in warm puffs. the coarse greying hair of his beard scratches against your skin, you relish in the sensation. what's even more is the soft plush of his lips that press against your shoulder, gently kissing you awake. 

“mornin’ sweetheart,” he says, a low, raspy tone only reserved for you in the early hours.

you don’t say anything in response, simply reaching behind you to hold the nape of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair and scratching the scalp there. he hums, still low and riddled by sleep, pleased. the sound sends a shiver down your spine, the line of vertebrae fitted perfectly to his chest. 

he continues to idly touch you, absentminded passes of his hand over the expanse of your stomach, while your fingers stay threaded in the strands of his thick hair. it's been longer in recent months but you have no qualms, you like the way it falls into his face and gives you the opportunity to push it back–as well as the way he blushes furiously when you do so. 

you turn your head to the best of your abilities to look at him. morning light makes his eyes glitter, you try to ignore the unfiltered adoration in them, in fear of rolling over and never being able to look at him again. you’ve never been with anyone who loves as strongly as joel does, and makes it evident in everything, spoken or (mostly) unspoken. it's debilitating–in the best way. 

“beautiful boy,” you coo, scratching behind his ear. he leans into your touch.

“i’m neither a’those things,” he scoffs roughly, eyelids fluttering shut when your nails pass over that particular spot he loves.

“dont make me fight you, miller.” you tuck your face in the pillow again, snuggling back into him. his arms tighten around your middle in response. “its too early.”

“alright, hun.”

[siriuslylantsov]

hi friends i got tickets to heathers ausnz 😝😝😝😝 im so fuckinf excited

[siriuslylantsov]

omg i dont think i told you guys that i started playing rdr2 its been fun i watched a recap of rdr on yt because im not gonna play it (for now)

scrubbed him (and paid for deluxe)

oh wowwwww……

i did the drunk lenny mission with my mom and sister there and walked in on two lennys having sex my and my sister were actually dying laughing

[siriuslylantsov]

what's your fav color and when was the last time you cried ?

Hello…. navy blue andddd today!!

[siriuslylantsov]

when you get this, list five of your favorite songs, then publish. send this ask to ten of your favorite mutuals

consider this answering @whoswitchybabyanyway too ty!!! gonna do some current favs

1. american cars - noah kahan

2. see im smiling - rachel zegler , last five years

3. human nature - michael jackson

4. new romance - borderline

5. out tonight - rosario dawson , rent!

[makesitprecious]

when you're getting arrested but using it as an excuse to show off your muscles and joke with your girl

[sersi]

Iron Man (2008) Daredevil: Born Again 2.08: The Southern Cross (2026)

[siriuslylantsov]

my goat my great beautiful guy

[siriuslylantsov]

my goat my great beautiful guy