JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Lemon One Shots

Jonathan Joestar X Fem. OC (Insert)

The lack of Jojo smutfics on Wattpad is killing me. Just, ah! So here is some Jojosmut for me and anyone who want to read them.

PART ONE: CHAPTER ONE:
JONATHAN JOESTAR

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In the year 1890, England, as well as the rest of the European continent, had been taken over by flesh eating monsters. The terrible wrath that these creatures inflicted upon them had the human race hanging by a mere thread. They ate the humans, and the humans became infected. They became one of them--brainless, flesh craving monsters.

Only a year ago, there was a man, who was deemed the only hope of saving the human race from extinction. That man was proclaimed dead on February 7th that very same year. Many people lost hope, and gave themselves to the monsters, but others still fought. I was one of them. In fact I held the key to saving humanity.

Safely harbored within a cabin, I met a man who cloaked himself from view with a black hood. When I first met him I was suspicious, and held him against the wall at knife point. He was kind however, and was always chivalrous to me. I attempted to cater to him after finding him starving to death. He refused any charity done for him, which annoyed me to an extent. He finally gave in after a few days, and allowed me to help him. I worked hard to revive him for the past three weeks--feeding him, tending to his wounds, finding him medicine when he had a fever, and fighting off flesh eaters that lurked outside the door. I even went so far as to keep him inside until his recovery.

"Jonathan!" I called for him, panic apparent in my voice. He stopped with his back turned away from me. "You can't leave yet! Your not fully recovered!"

He turned around, and looked at me with blue eyes so soft they could melt just about anyone. "I have to go (F/n)." He smiled warmly at me. Then turned around again to walk out the front door. My throat tightened, and my eyes burned from the hot tears that threatened to slip past the tear ducks. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his insanely muscular torso. "Just one more night! Please stay one more night." I pleaded.

"(F/n) I mustn't waste any more time here. I have to reunite with my comrades, and stop this hell once and for all."

"I know, but if you leave in the morning you will have regained your strength, and it will be much less dangerous." I tugged on his shirt. "Please... not yet." The tears slipped down my skin, which wasn't dirty considering the situation. The cabin I stayed in provided well water thankfully.

Jonathan turned around again and looked into my (e/c) eyes. He stroked my face gently, with his strong, calloused hands, wiping away the wet liquid that tainted my features with sorrow. "Alright, I'll stay the night." He decided against his own wishes. I sniffed and wiped away my tears.

"We will stay the night." I stated after gathering myself. "I would like to go with you."

"(F/n)." His thick brows furrowed.

"I'm perfectly capable." I intervened before he could reject my request. "I've fought zombies along the way before I met you, and I also fought them off around the cabin while you were sick. I'm clever, I've set up traps. I may look small and weak, but I am highly skilled." His expression turned distant and sad. "I know your worried, and your grieving because your wife died, but that doesn't matter. We all must fight to survive, and I will not die today." I said sternly.

"You are right miss (L/n)." He spoke like a true gentleman. "I cannot let my past trauma's hinder what you feel you must do." He smiled again and tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind my ear. "We'll stay for the night, and we'll both leave at dawn." I nodded and smiled back at him.