syd (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

You roll your eyes with a scoff. It is true that you usually spend your mornings in the grandstand, looking at all the knights training their physique for hours while you pretend to read a book. Although your eyes are always fixed on him, no one else. 

“Don’t call me that, you know I hate it.” You cross your arms, looking away from him with a pout. 

That makes him smile, his rough calloused hands touching your cheeks, gently turning your face towards him. “What do you want me to call you then.”

Heat floods your cheeks, he’s always so gentle, so caring with you that makes your knees weak. You’re thankful to whoever took the decision of assigning him as the guardian of your door every night, you’ve never felt so safe, being around him has you giggling and even feeling shy like a teenage girl. 

“I like when you call me dear…” you tell him, your eyelashes fluttering. “Or my love.”

That makes him smile as he nods, tenderly kissing your cheek before sitting beside you. “I’ll call you that from now on, dear.”

He deliberately stops before saying the petname, making you look away in shyness. “Don’t say it like that!”

Jonathan chuckles softly, his laugh filling the room and your heart. He pulls you closer until your breaths mix. “My love,” he whispers again, slower this time, a secret for the two of you.

No one else in this whole kingdom sees you like he does. Not as the spoiled princess with the sharp tongue, but as someone precious, someone worth protecting with every beat of his honest heart.

You adore him so much it almost hurts sometimes. He is your Jonathan, he’s always here listening to your complaints about court duties, he remembers how you like your tea and sneaks extra sweets from the kitchen to see you smile. The bond you created runs deeper than these nights, it's in the way he stands guard outside your door all day, never complaining, always ready to lay down his life if trouble comes. It’s in the quiet talks you share before the touching begins, where he tells you about his dreams of honor and you confess your fears of being trapped in this royal cage. He makes you feel seen. Truly seen. And in return, you trust him completely, letting him into the softest parts of your soul that no one else has ever touched.

His fingers trace down your arms, light as feathers, sending little shivers across your skin. 

“You are so beautiful tonight, my love,” he murmurs, his blue eyes locked on yours. 

The scar on his cheek catches the light, a reminder of battles he has fought for you and your family. Yet here he is, so soft with you, you are the only fragile thing in his strong world.

You try to keep your attitude, puffing out your cheeks a little. “Flattery will not get you everywhere, Sir Joestar.” 

But your voice wavers, and a grin tugs at his lips as he leans in, pressing a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth. That is when your resolve melts, you giggle despite yourself, the sound light and girlish, burying your face in his shoulder. 

“I live to make you smile like that,” he says.

His hands slide to your waist again, pulling you into his lap with easy strength. You feel the solid warmth of his body under the fabric, the way his muscles tense just a little when you settle against him. There is desire there, yes, a sweet tension that hums between you in a shared heartbeat. But it’s more than that. So much more. With Jonathan, every touch feels like a promise. He worships you not just with hunger, but with devotion.

You part your legs slowly, letting the robe slip open and watch his eyes darken with want. His breath catches as he licks his lips without thinking. 

“May I?” he asks, always so respectful, even when his fingers are already brushing your thighs. You nod, because you trust him to take care of you. He never pushes, never takes more than you offer. Just his tongue and fingers, night after night, drawing out your pleasure like it is his greatest joy.

He lays you back gently on the pillows, his blue curls brushing your skin as he kisses a trail down your neck and your collarbone. When his mouth finally finds you, you arch with a soft moan. His fingers join soon after, curling just right, patient and knowing. Every stroke feels like love made real. You thread your hands through his hair, tugging lightly and he hums against you in response. The pleasure builds slowly and deep, wrapped in whispers of “my love” and “you are everything to me.”

In these moments, the world outside fades. It’s just you and your knight, bound by something pure and unbreakable. He makes you feel special, cherished, worth more than any crown. The attitude slips away completely as you come undone under his care, giggling breathlessly when he looks up at you afterward with adoring eyes, lips shiny and a little smile on his face.

“I love these nights with you,” he says, crawling up to hold you close, his arms strong and safe around your trembling body. “Thank you, for letting me taste you and take care of you.”

You cuddle into his chest, pressing a kiss over his heart. “I adore you, Jonathan. More than words can say.” And in the quiet palace, with him by your side, you know this bond will carry you through every tomorrow.

Another night came with the palace wrapped in heavy silence after midnight, Jonathan knocked three likes as usual, but when he slipped inside your room, his steps were heavier than usual. His broad shoulders slumped under the armor he started taking off with slow movements and his eyes were filled with tiredness. Your heart squeezed at the sight, but he still smiled for you though.

You kneeled on the edge of the bed, robe slipping off one shoulder and heart beating faster than normal. After seeing him like this, you had made up your mind. You wanted to give back, to make him feel as cherished as he always made you feel. After all the nights of his gentle touches and devoted kisses between your thighs, you craved to please him too.

“Jonathan,” you said softly, stepping close the moment he was down to his white shirt and pants. “You look so worn out tonight. Let me take care of you for once.” Your voice trembled with nervous excitement as you reached for him, fingers brushing his shoulders. “I really want to.”

His eyes widened, where you think it would be excitement or surprise, was fear. Before you could sink to yout knees like you planned, he caught your wrists gently, guiding your hands away. 

“My love, no. You do not have to give me anything,” he whispered firmly. He pulled you into a hug instead, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I am here to serve you. Your pleasure is mine and that is enough.”

You were not going to let it go so easily, you trusted him with everything and you wanted this closeness to go both ways. 

“But I want to,” you insisted, pressing closer, your body brushing against his. Your hand slipped down between his thighs, you blinked your thoughts away when you felt nothing, thinking that he might just be soft, in your defense, you’ve never touched a cock in your life. “Please, Jonathan. Let me make you feel good too.”

He reacted fast, swatting your hand away almost instinctively and stepping back. The sudden movement made your chest tighten. He even put space between you like your touch had burned him. 

Heat rushed to your face, a sudden anger bubbled up quick and sharp. “What is wrong with you?” you snapped, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “Do you not desire me at all? After everything we have shared, you push me away like that?” Your voice rose a little, the attitude you always carried flaring out. “If that is how it is, then you can just leave.”

Jonathan stood there for a moment, his pretty face filled with sadness that made your heart ache even through the frustration. Those round eyes looked so pained. 

“You do not have to throw a tantrum, dear,” he said quietly, but there was no scolding in it. He reached out like he wanted to touch your cheek one more time, but thought better of it and let his hand fall.

“I am not throwing a tantrum. If you don’t want me to touch you, you can leave, as I don’t want you to touch me right now.” You didn’t look at him as you say that, putting the robe tightly around yourself, covering you the best way you could.

He sighed but without another word, he gathered his armor and slipped out of your room. It felt dumb kicking him out of your room because his duty is to stay by your door the whole night, but you didn’t care at that moment. 

Jonathan sat down next to your doorknob, his heart twisting with guilt and longing. The secret he carried weighed on him more than ever tonight. In all these years, he thought about sharing it with you, showing his true self and identity. But your reaction terrified him. Jonathan Joestar was not the man everyone believed him to be, behind the armor and the short blue curls there was a different person, pretending every single day to fit into this role that let her stay close to you. The love and adoration he has for you goes beyond everything, and tonight, the fear had pushed you away, making him feel terribly guilty. 

When he felt hopeful, he thought that the bond you shared was strong enough to survive when the truth finally came out, when he stops being a fucking coward and shows you his naked body. But right now, his mind was filled by the fake image of you looking disgusted and creeped by him, and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

Later that night, or rather early morning, the glow of dawn was just starting to creep through the tall windows when you could not take the emptiness anymore. Your bed felt too big and too cold without him. You slipped out of the covers, still in your robe, and cracked open the door.

There he was. Jonathan, standing guard like always, even at five in the morning. His armor caught the faint light, but his eyes looked heavy with exhaustion and that same sadness from earlier. He had not left you.

You felt your heart melt and break at the same time. “Jonathan… come in,” you whispered, reaching for his hand. “Please. Rest with me. I did not mean it, telling you to leave.”

He hesitated only a second before stepping inside, closing the door quietly behind him. You led him to the bed and made him sit down, your fingers brushing his cheek the way he always did to you. 

After a long quiet moment, you asked gently, “Do you have some sort of insecurity with your body? Is that why you pushed me away?”

Jonathan looked down at his hands, those calloused fingers that had brought you so much pleasure and comfort. “You might call it that,” he said softly. “But it is more complicated than you think, my love.”

You crawled closer and cupped his face, making him meet your eyes. “Whatever it is, Jonathan, I am going to love you just as much as I love you right now. Nothing could change how safe you make me feel. You are the only one who truly sees me and I trust you completely.”

Those words seemed to reach deep inside him, maybe you can accept him, maybe you are so lost in your love that you don’t find him disgusting. After thinking for a while, his shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. He stood up slowly and started taking off his clothes. First the shirt, then the pants, until he stood there in just the bindings underneath. Your eyes widened when you saw the way his chest was wrapped tight with a band, the soft swell of breasts hidden beneath it. Between his thighs, the smooth lines of a woman’s body, still covered by simple undergarments.

Your first thought was concern. It looked so tight, so uncomfortable. “Does that hurt you?” you asked, you stood up and reached for the band carefully. “Let me help you take it off… if you will let me.”

He nodded, eyes a little shy but full of trust. You worked slowly, unwrapping the cloth with tender fingers. When it finally fell away, you could not help but admire how beautiful she looked, strong and soft all at once. Her skin was marked faintly from the binding, you were confident enough to lean in to press the lightest kisses there, soothing every inch. 

“You are so lovely,” you whispered between kisses. “So strong for carrying all of this.”

She let out a shaky breath, her blue curls falling softly around her face as you helped her onto the bed. Both of you shed the last pieces of clothing until you were completely naked together, skin to skin under the warm blankets. You pulled her close, your bodies fitting together in a new but perfect way. Your fingers traced her curves with the same care as always, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against yours.

You looked into her eyes and smiled softly. “Is this your insecurity? That you are a woman?”

She searched your face for any sign of rejection, but all she found was love and acceptance. A relieved smile touched her lips as she nodded. 

You moved slowly, shifting until you were on top of her, straddling her hips. Your hands rested on her shoulders as you took her in fully, she was covered in scars from battles and training, marks of strength that only made her more beautiful to you. Beneath them, the softness of a woman’s body, full curves and gentle slopes that send a warm rush through your own. Your cheeks flushed as you felt yourself getting excited just from being so close like this.

“You are stunning,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss a scar on her collarbone. “All of these scars show me how much you have fought to protect me. And this softness here,” your fingers traced lightly down her side to her waist, “it makes me so hot inside. I love how strong and gentle you are at the same time.”

She let out a quiet breath, her hands resting shyly on your thighs. You kept going, wanting her to feel as adored as she always made you feel. 

“Does it feel good when I touch you here?” you asked softly, brushing your palm over the swell of her breast. 

She nodded, eyes closed. “Yes… it does. No one has ever touched me like this.”

You smiled and kissed lower, praising every part of her. “Your skin is so warm and smooth. And these hips feel perfect under me.” 

Your fingers explored gently, learning her body with care. You’ve never explored a woman’s body before, but hers was the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. Every compliment made her relax more, she started to believe that you actually desire and want her just like that. 

After a while you sat up a little, still on top of her and brushed a blue curl from her face. “Should I keep calling you Jonathan? Or do you have another name you would rather I use when we are alone like this?”

She shook her head, her big eyes full of affection. “Jonathan is more than fine, my love. It is who I am with you.”

That answer made your heart flutter. You leaned down and kissed her deeply, pouring all your feelings into it. When you pulled back, breath a little quicker, you asked in a shy but eager voice, “Can I taste you now, Jonathan? I have wanted to for so long.”

She swallowed, cheeks turning pink, but nodded with a small smile. You slid down her body slowly, kissing along the way until you reached her lower stomach. There it was, a soft happy trail of blue hairs leading down to her beautiful pussy. The curls were a pretty shade of blue, matching the hair on her head, framing her in the most lovely way. She looked so pretty and inviting, already a little wet from your touches and words.

You parted her thighs gently and pressed a soft kiss right above her happy trail. “So beautiful,” you whispered, before leaning in to taste her at last. “Tell me if I do it wrong, please.”

Your tongue moved carefully at first, exploring her warmth and sweetness, and the little sounds she made filled the room with even more love and tension. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of you, closer than ever, hearts and bodies completely open to each other.

Jonathan gasped softly, her fingers threading through your hair. “Y-you’re doing good ah!,” she whispered, voice shaky. 

That only made you want to be even sweeter with her. You slowed down, taking your time to learn every little spot that made her hips twitch or her breath catch. Your tongue circled her clit softly, then dipped lower, tasting her deeply while your hands stroked her strong thighs. You listened to every sound, figuring out exactly what she liked best. When you found that perfect rhythm, sucking lightly and flicking your tongue just right, her legs started to tremble around you.

You kept going, pouring all your love into each lick and kiss. The trust between you felt so deep in this moment. She had given you everything, her body, her secret, her heart and now you were giving back with all the tenderness she deserved.

It did not take long before her body tensed up beautifully. She came with a quiet, broken moan, her fingers tightening in your hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. Tears slipped down her cheeks right after, not from sadness but from how overwhelming it all felt. You climbed back up quickly, kissing the tears away and pulling her into your arms.

“Shh, my love,” you cooed, holding her close while she cried softly against your shoulder. “I have got you.”

“I’m-I’m sorry,” she whispered between little sobs. “No one has ever bothered about me like you do.”

You hugged her tighter, your bodies tangled under the sheets. “You matter more than anything to me, Jonathan.” You kissed her forehead and then her wet cheeks. “You do not have to apologize for being vulnerable with him.”

In your arms, your strong yet soft knight finally let herself be completely loved, only by you.

a/n: this is one of my favorite things i've ever written omg show it some love

- the second joseph finds out you're scared of thunderstorms, he's all up in your face like you're some sort of specimen. "seriously? thunderstorms are what scare you?" "it's only a bit of noise!"

- when he sees you jump after a sudden crash, however, he decides to make himself useful. how? by trying his best to distract you from whatevers going on outside.

- "that's nothing! haven't you heard how i snore?" he'll puff out his chest all dramatically. these types of comments and dumb gestures won't stop until you either laugh or grow so sick of him you push him away. at least you're not jumping anymore, right?

- "fine, fine — i'll be quiet!" joseph huffs, muttering about how he was only trying to help. although tackling you to the ground as soon as he saw a flash of lightning wasn't really the best kind of distraction. "how about i go find something to eat then? all that entertaining has me tired."

- soon enough you're too busy focusing on snacking to be as bothered by what's left of the storm. watching him act a fool for a whole hour was actually somewhat of a distraction for the main storm.

jotaro

- you don't tell him, but he notices it straight away. the way you flinch as soon as you hear that loud roar. "you don't like it?" he murmurs, looking unbothered as usual, but clearly it means something to him if he's asking.

- when a sudden flash of lightning lights up the room and you let out a small sound of fear, he sighs and places his hat over your head, letting it fall down to cover your eyes. "it's not all that close," jotaro mutters, his voice oddly softer like he's trying to comfort you. "you won't be able to see it now so quit jumping. it's annoying."

- even if you do jump, he won't say anything, but he will refuse to leave your side, letting you cling to him as much as you want if it makes you feel better. if you're really nervous he'll even pull you closer himself as a means to make you feel safe.

josuke

- he's honestly a little nervous himself. he really doesn't like the loud noise of the thunder, but you become his priority the second you appear distressed. "you okay? you look...pale."

- josuke makes it his mission to help you calm down, doing anything he can to make sure you're comfy. blankets? draped in them. snacks? stocked up. he'll even throw a movie on until suddenly you're both in this cocoon of blankets and pillows with the only source of light being the tv and the occasional lightning strike filling the room.

- "storms are the worst," he'll murmur, cause he doesn't want you to feel embarrassed about being scared or anything. "but at least they give us an excuse to stay home and do nothing all day, right?"

giorno

- whilst he would not bat an eye at a sudden storm, giorno would notice your anxiousness very quickly. "are you scared of them?" your immediate nod says enough and he'll waste no time in comforting you.

- he strikes me as the type to be silently attentive. he'll bring you a warm cup of tea — probably something like chamomile, if you like it, that he knows will calm you — and will make sure all the blinds are closed to avoid the light form outside scaring you.

- giorno will sit with you, making sure you're feeling a little better. when he notices your anxious fidgeting, though, he'd reach out to the nearest object and turn it into some sort of animal like a bunny or a cat. something cute he knows you'll be comforted by, and distracted with.

- he'd definitely give you some sort of fact about said animal too — anything to take your mind off of everything out there. some of those facts would serve to make you feel a little more at ease too. "puppy's are sensitive to sound, so you're helping him feel better too," he'll mumble to you while scratching the wriggling puppy behind the ear as you hold it.

jolyne

- she's a little surprised at first to see you react so nervously to something like the weather. it's never really been all that scary to her, but if it bothers you she's on it.

- "god, i hate these dumb storms," she'll mutter as she searches for a pair of earbuds, exclaiming cheerfully when she finally digs them out. she'll play something calming, or a shared playlist the two of you have. anything so you won't hear that stupid thunder.

- she's always hated seeing you so distressed, so she'll find other ways to keep you calm too. playing with your hair while talking about whatever comes to mind. grumbling about some idiotic fight she and her dad got into. whatever she can think of until you're finally responding with a steady voice, giving your own output into conversations.

johnny

- i feel like he'd definitely struggle to comfort you at first when he realises you're scared. he's not the most sentimental guy. did you want to be held? did you want him to be quiet? he'd overthink it until a loud clap of thunder sounded outside and you practically jumped onto his lap.

- "never witnessed a storm before?" a stupid attempt at a joke that has you glaring at him. "sorry..." -it's then that you have his full, undivided attention, and he's oddly soothing to be around.

- i feel like he'd be the type to let you stay on his lap while he holds you there, letting you bury your face into his shoulder. if he's being honest, he likes feeling useful to you. knowing that he's helping you in some way.

- "it'll settle down soon," he hums, tracing slow patterns over your back, feeling how tightly you grip his shirt in fear. "then we can go to that theatre you like."

a/n: wrote this as there's a thunderstorm where i am so kinda self indulgent. i'm also extremely tired so sorry if this kinda sucks😭😭