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Dio Brando X fem!Reader: Do You Want To Die Together? *Lemon*

A/N: Randomly inspired by a single comment from @fugo_simp . This one shot gets kinky and has a lemon section, as well as themes of abuse and SA. Reader discretion is advised...just realized I put a reader discretion on most of my one shots. I have issues.

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You sighed as the carriage lazily rolled along the dirt road farther and farther into the English country side. You looked out the window, bored to death with the endless green hills. Oh how you desperately missed London. The noise, the people, the excitement, and the ever changing scenery intoxicated you. This stable and repetitive scenery wasn't the least bit calming, it was maddening.

Currently, you were en route to the manor of Lord George Joestar, an old friend of your father's. He was sending you there to be watched over while he was away in North America on business. You begged and pleaded for him to bring you along, but he wouldn't budge. He maintained that it wouldn't be proper for you to accompany him on a purely business trip. Too much travel for a young lady, he said.

So, instead of letting your governess and the house staff look after you, he sent you to some country bumpkin lord. The last time you saw George Joestar and his son was at your eleventh birthday party. That was nine years ago. You were 18 now, and so was George's son, Johnathan Joestar.

You knew one of your father's reasons for sending you to the Joestar manor was the hope for a match between you and Johnathan. Your family held a much higher status among the nobility, but your father insisted the Joestars outmatched any family in character.

You dug into the large bag of sweets in your lap, and delicately placed a pear drop on your tongue. You sucked on it as you silently bemoaned your situation. An hour later, you finally arrived at your temporary home.

As your carriage pulled into the driveway, you spotted three men standing before the manor's entry, awaiting your arrival. Three men? You frowned. George Joestar had only one son. Who was the third man?

As you drew nearer, you could make out their features. One was tall, impossibly tall, and built like a bull. Despite this, he wore a genuine smile. Next to him was a middle aged man with blue hair and a large mustache. This was clearly George Joestar. The third man stood on the other side of George. He had shaggy gold hair and piercing amber eyes. He was shorter than either man, but still had an impressive build.

Your carriage came to a halt, and your footman quickly opened the door and offered you his hand. You gracefully stepped out from the carriage and approached the trio. You halted a good bit away, and curtsied.

"Lady (y/n) (y/l/n)," George said, approaching you. You offered your gloved hand. He took it, and bowed as he kissed your knuckles. "Welcome to my home. It is a great pleasure to have you here."

You gave him a faux smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, Lord Joestar," you said. "I haven't ever spent time in the country. I am quite looking forward to it," you said, tossing in an airy laugh and tilting your head to the side.

Liar.

Your eyes flicked to the blonde man. His gaze was set solidly on you. He hadn't said a word, but some how you knew he saw right through you. His eyes conveyed his thoughts clearly: Liar.

You changed your gaze back to George.

"Allow me to introduce you," he said, waving the boys forwards. "This is my son, Johnathan."

You offered your hand. The boy bounded forwards, and bowed as he kissed it.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lady (y/l/n)," he said, his smile growing wider.