#hiram lodge

[usermurphy]

RIVERDALE 4.03, Dog Day Afternoon

[lesbojughead]

I’ll be your father figure

Hiram & Archie - Father Figure, TS

[musicalmoritz]

They hated Jesus because he spoke the truth

[supercap2319]

You are Veronica Lodge's brother, and Hiram is overtly protective, especially because you're gay. He smells a boy on you, bathes you very thoroughly, and smacks your butt when you complain.

FATHER KNOWS BEST

The heavy oak door of the Pembrooke clicked shut behind me, the sound swallowed by the cavernous, opulent lobby. I'd done it. I'd slipped past the doorman, past the concierge, my heart hammering against my ribs with a thrill that was equal parts terror and exhilaration. Archie's scent still clung to the collar of my jacket, a mix of his laundry detergent, the crisp autumn air, and something that was just uniquely “him.” It was a secret victory, a small rebellion in the gilded cage my father had built.

I was halfway up the grand staircase, my hand trailing along the cool, polished mahogany banister, when a voice cut through the silence like a shard of ice.

"And where do you think you're going, Y/N?"

I froze, my hand gripping the banister so tightly my knuckles turned white. I didn't need to turn around. I knew that voice. It was the same one that had dictated my schedule, chosen my friends, and looked through me as if I were a disappointing investment rather than his son. Hiram Lodge. He stood at the base of the stairs, a silhouette of impeccable tailoring and barely contained menace, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Just... out for a walk, Father." I said, forcing my voice to remain steady as I slowly turned to face him. "I needed some air."

He didn't move, but his eyes, dark and discerning, swept over me from my disheveled hair down to my scuffed sneakers. He took a step forward, then another, his expensive shoes making no sound on the thick Persian runner. He stopped directly in front of me, so close I could smell the faint, clean scent of his cologne and the overpowering aura of his control.

"Air." He repeated, his voice dangerously low. He leaned in slightly, not to hug me, but to inspect me. His nostrils flared almost imperceptibly. "You smell like the North side. You smell like cheap soap and... boy." His lip curled in a subtle sneer. "Archie Andrews, isn't it?"

My blood ran cold. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." he said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that was far more terrifying than a shout. He straightened up, his decision made. "You're filthy. Come with me."

He didn't grab me. He didn't have to. He simply turned, and I knew I was expected to follow. The walk to his master suite felt like a perp walk. The rooms were a testament to his wealth and taste, but to me, they had always felt like the chambers of a judge, and I was always on trial.

In his opulent, marble-tiled bathroom, he pointed a finger at the floor. "Strip. Everything in the hamper. Now."

The command was absolute. My face burned with a humiliation that was becoming sickeningly familiar, but I obeyed, peeling off my jacket, my shirt, my jeans, each piece of clothing feeling like a layer of my defense being stripped away. I stood there, shivering slightly in the cool air, clad only in my boxers.

"Those too." Hiram said, gesturing with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "I want you clean."

I wanted to argue, to tell him he was insane, that I was seventeen years old, not a child. But the look in his eyes brooked no argument. I slid off my boxers and added them to the pile, my arms instinctively crossing over my chest. He turned on the water in the massive, freestanding tub, the sound of the rushing water filling the room. As it filled, he moved with a chilling efficiency, laying out a fluffy towel, a bar of his own harsh, antiseptic soap, and a rough washcloth.

"In." He commanded when the tub was full.

I stepped into the steaming water, sinking down until it covered me up to my chest. I hoped the heat would offer some comfort, some privacy, but I knew better. Hiram rolled up the sleeves of his bespoke shirt, knelt on the bathmat beside the tub, and picked up the soap and washcloth.

"This is what happens when you sneak around." He began, his voice calm and conversational as he lathered the cloth. "You get dirty. You bring filth into this house. Into my house."

He took my arm and began to scrub it with a force that made my skin tingle. He started at my shoulder and worked his way down to my fingertips, his movements methodical, almost clinical. He wasn't just washing me; he was erasing Archie, erasing the walk, erasing any trace of a life he hadn't personally sanctioned.

"Father, please." I finally choked out, pulling my arm away. "I can wash myself."

He paused, his grip on my wrist like a manacle. He looked up at me, his expression unreadable. "Can you? It seems you can't be trusted to do anything properly on your own. You can't be trusted to go for a walk without rolling around with some... backstreet boy. You can't be trusted to maintain the standards of this family." He resumed his scrubbing, moving to my other arm, then my chest, his touch firm and unyielding. "Stand up."

I hesitated for a fraction of a second, and his eyes hardened. "Stand. Up."

I obeyed, rising from the water, which sluiced off me, leaving me feeling exposed and cold. He washed my back, my legs, his touch impersonal, yet deeply invasive. He was washing away my sin, my defiance. When he was finished, he pulled the drain plug and gestured to the towel.

"Dry off." He ordered, standing up. He didn't leave as I dried myself, his eyes watching my every move.

Once I was dry, holding the towel around my waist, I finally found my voice, fueled by a surge of indignation. "You can't do this! You have no right! I'm not a prisoner!"

The words were barely out of my mouth before he moved. In one swift, fluid motion, he grabbed my arm, spun me around, and brought his other hand down in a sharp, stinging smack against my bare buttock.

The sound echoed in the tiled room. A gasp of pain and shock escaped my lips. It wasn't violent enough to truly injure, but it was humiliating. It was a gesture of ownership, of absolute dominance.

"I have every right." Hiram said, his voice cold and hard as steel. "I am your father. This is my house. And while you live under my roof, you will abide by my rules. You will be clean. You will be respectable. And you will stay away from that Andrews boy. Do you understand me?"

I could only nod, my throat tight with unshed tears and impotent rage.

"Good." He said, his tone softening slightly as if the matter was now settled. "Now go to your room. I'll have a tray sent up. You're not to leave the Pembrooke for the rest of the week."

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there, the sting on my skin a burning reminder of my place. I was a Lodge. And in my father's world, that meant I was his property to be cleaned, controlled, and kept.

[catholictournament]

Tumblr's Top Catholic (Bracket 3, Round 1): Tony Soprano vs. Hiram Lodge

Tony Soprano

Hiram Lodge

Voting ended onDec 9, 2025

[pzyii]

The cost of a seat at the table

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 25

starring: hiram lodge x male reader

request: Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and reader's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

warnings: smut, stepcest, cursing, rough sex, face fucking, ball gag, bondage, femenization, ass slapping, muscle worship, cum swallowing, deepthroating, hair pulling, daddy kink, breeding kink, alluding to male pregnancy, pervert hiram, oral sex, jerking off, slight musk kink

after your dad died your mom remarried to hiram quickly to the dismay of you, you hated him and his little entitled daughter always thinking she was better than everyone and could rule the world, but you had to live with them because your mother decided this is the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

that all changed when he started showing a little more interest in you, or shall we say interest in your body, every time he walked past you he would graze your ass with his hand and sometime his cock or slap your ass and call it just a friendly smack between to friends.

one time you walked past his room when it was just you and him in the house and he was jerking off, noticing you in crack of the door watching him he invited you in and invited you to jerk him off, which you did and soon turned into you sucking him off which according to him was some of the best head he had in years.

"your mothers' mouth cant even compare to this" he groaned cumming in your mouth, and after that you became his live in slut, anytime your mom and veronica were out of the house he would fuck you whenever and however he wanted and today was no different.

you mom was out at work and veronica was out with her friends so like every other time hiram told you to get ready for him, which consisted of you going to his room and getting naked on his bed but today you wanted to try something new, you went to your room and pulled a school girl outfit from your closet before putting it on.

sitting on hirams bed with a short skirt on, a crop top, a thong, and some heels, completing the look with some of your moms lipstick, hiram walking in with some things in hand before noticing your look "i guess someone's really looking forward to getting fucked today hm" he smirks pulling you into a kiss and slapping a firm hand on your ass.

"yes sir" you smile groping at his thick bulge in his pants "i wanna try something new with you today" he smirks pulling the rope out and showing it to you "bondage" he adds and with no second thought you agree and he ties your hands behind your back before taking off his clothes, you immediately get to work on licking his heavy muscles all the way down to his abs and then his meaty cock.

"you want it" he asks slapping the tip on your lips leaving a hint of red behind on it "mhmmm" you moan at the nice taste "good thing it's all yours" he says slowly moving into your warm mouth and fucking it roughly, his tip constantly slamming into the back of your throat and you had no choice but to take it all as your couldn't pull of, hirams hands wrapped in your hair to keep you on him.

your nose engulfed in the older mans pubes, the slightly sweaty scent floating around in your nose making you a little loopy but felt good "your mom never wants to do stuff like this, she says it's to rough but your slutty ass does whatever daddy tells you right" hiram says throwing his head back before cumming in your mouth, his salty load filling your mouth to the brim, when he pulls out he instantly puts his hand over your mouth.

"swallow boy" he sternly orders with a deep voice forcing you to down it all "good boy" he kisses the top of your head before spinning you around and putting you face up ass down, him getting a lovely view of your hole behind the thong, he doesn't bother to take of the heels and clothes, wanting to think of you as a prostitute who he just paid to take his cock.

he fingers you for a little but not before putting a ball gag on your mouth to silence your loud moans, after opening you up with his thick fingers he pushes his now hard cock into you, feeling those gummy walls he loves so much tighten around him as he begins fucking you, he doesn't take into consideration how hard his hips are moving he just knows your ass feels to good to stop.

"you like your stepdad's big cock ruining you" he asks pulling you up to him by the hair, his arms wrapping around you to keep you right on him as he continued plowing your hole, all you could do was moan some yes's as the ball gag stopped you from talking and your mind was being fucked numb right now.

"fuck i wanna make you my new wife, keep your tummy filled with my cummy kids all the time and hope you get pregnant" he begins kissing down your neck and feeling all over your body, specifically your stomach, rubbing all over it as he felt his climax coming closer and wanted to fill that belly to the brim with every single drop of his potent cum.

"you wanna be daddy's new wife" he asks one more time to which you eagerly nod giving him the go to cum in you, his cum pushing out your belly enough to make you look pregnant, his hips fucking into you for a little longer to ride out his high before pulling out and plugging you up, he leans down beside you and whispers "you're gonna make a great mom in 9 months" before kissing your cheek.

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[watchinglee2]

Dangerous - Hiram Lodge x Male Reader

Plot: You consumed by suspicions of betrayal and loss tied to Hiram Lodge, confronts him in a tense, rain-soaked encounter driven by thoughts of revenge. What begins as a volatile standoff quickly unravels into a complex web of lingering obsession, manipulation, and surrender to toxic desire.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, murder, p in a penetrating, fingering, aggression, manipulation,

Word Count: 2.39k

Dangerous

It was a cold and wet Friday night as you walked through the streets of riverdale. Rain pouring down from your face to your clothes, shoes filled with water and every inch of your body wet. As you walked the streets there was only one thing on your mind…revenge.

It all start during your sophomore year in high school when Hiram came in to give your class a lecture on the importance of entrepreneurship. During the lecture you and his eyes met multiple times causing him to crack a slide smile and look you up and down constantly.

At first you thought it was in your head. “There’s no way he could be looking at me” you said to yourself. That doubt only lingered in your head for a short amount of time before you convinced yourself that he had eyes for you only.

Once the lecture was over you decided to stay until everyone was gone to approach Hiram as he was getting ready to leave. You asked Hiram about more opportunities to learn more about business and Hiram arranged a private session just for you and him on Tuesday’s afternoon.

Little did you know one session turned into two sessions, then three, then four then five. Before you knew it you were at Hiram’s mansion every weekend.

Your sessions grew into something more. You had fallen deeply in love with Hiram and he felt the same way, this beginning your affair. You knew it was on so many levels.

Your parents had warn you to stay away from Hiram but you couldn’t resist him. You tried to care about him having a wife but the thrill of the secret relationship clouded your judgement.

For the next 2 years you and Hiram moved in secret to protect the taboo relationship you had. Although it was sweet and amazing there were some bad parts. Bad parts that shook you to your core.

Hiram was jealous and possessive. You never had eyes for any man but Hiram but that didn’t stop him from getting in between any friendship you had with any man. It began to take a strain on your relationship and caused you to separate from Hiram for 4 months.

In those 4 months you began to date a college sophomore named Issac. He gave you butterflies every time he spoke, just like Hiram did. Everything was going great until tragically he passed away in a hit and run. You were distraught until you received a text from Hiram.

“Sorry for your loss. Maybe this was a sign that it we were meant to be. May he fly high 🕊️” You looked at the message in disgust. How could he even reach out to you at this time. But then it caused the wheels in your head to turn that Hiram was behind all of his.

During the span of your relationship with Issac Hiram had threatened him multiple times but nothing was ever done until you and Issac went public. You knew Hiram was dangerous and that he was unpredictable but taking it to killing was a new extreme.

You grab the gun that your dad kept hidden in his locked desk but his bed and made your way to Hiram’s house. You didn’t know if you were going to use the gun or not but it was too late for you to turn back now.

Once you arrived at Hiram’s mansion he buzzed you in and you made your way to his office. He was sitting there in a red shirt awaiting your arrival a smirk coming across his face as you walked in with a large black trench coat and the gun hidden in your pocket.

“It’s nice to see you. I see you got my text” Hirma responded with a smile. Your face could only be stone cold as he opened his mouth to talk to you. “Silent treatment? What did I do to deserve such treatment?” Hirma responded says jokingly.

A moment of silence came over. “Did you do it?” You gave him a black stare. Hiram chuckled. “Did I do what? Steal your heart, Make you forget everything bad in your life? Showed you what love was? Or fuck you so hard that you pissed the man.”

Hiram got up behind his desk and slowly walked over to you as every sentence left his lips. “Tell me which one did I do?”. As Hiram was standing face to face with you, you pulled out the gun pointing it against his forehead.

“Do It” Hiram said. He didn’t budge at your attempt to assert dominiance over him. He wanted to see how far you would go. Although you didn’t say anything your eyes told a story of uncertainty.

A moment of silence came over. “I said do it.” Hiram said as he covered the hole of the gun with his mouth. Doubling down on his statement. Your hands begin to shake as Hiram stares you down.

Eventually you pulled away from Hiram bursting out to tears on the floor. “I knew you didn’t have it in you. Just admit that you still love me” Hiram said as he was looking down at you.

You didn’t want to admit it but you still did love him no matter how much you tried to distance yourself from me. He was like a toxic drug that pulled you back each and every time. An endless cycle of pain and pleasure.

Hiram kicks the gun out of your hands and aggressively picks you up by the throat. “Tell me you love me” Hiram teeth grinds as he forces the command out of his mouth.

You struggled to get your words out due to your tears. The only sound you could make was the sound of you choking. But that didn’t stop Hiram he wasn’t going to let out until you said it and you were blue in the face.

After a whole minute of struggling you finally let out the words “I love you”. You saw a light in Hiram light up as you confessed your love to him. It was sick and twisted.

As much as you wanted those words to seem fake you knew deep down it was a hard truth that you had to face. You still loved Hiram despite his toxic and evil ways.

For a few moment Hiram stares at your tearful eyes, enjoying the pain that he caused you but also enjoying the love that you have for him. Hiram slowly leans into you.

“I still love you too mi amor” as he plants a slow lustful kiss on your lips. Your lips connect with his, stastained by the saltiness of your tears. Despite your better judgement you didn’t pull away.

You allowed yourself to be fully emerged in the moment subconsciously. The reason as to why you came to Hiram started fading away. He tended to have that effect on you. you as

Moans of pleasure escapes from your mouth as you both devour each other. Slowly Hiram begins undressing you as he kisses the spine of your neck. Your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Hiram was stripping you, making you’re vulnerable to his lust and temptation. “I know you miss my my touch, my kiss, my…everything” Hiram bites into your neck as he drops your clothes one my one on the floor.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You whispered to him as your inner voice escaped from your mind. “Then stop” Hiram stated. The sentence cause you to go into a blank and empty state as your mind tried to process what he said.

He told you to stop. In your mind you knew you should stop but your body told you no. Almost like you were craving to feel his touch, his presences, the whispers of him in your ear all over again.

Hiram laughed at the struggle in your eyes to stop him and yourself but he knew that you couldn’t resist. Before you knew it you were fully naked in he front of Hiram. Hiram took a second to admire your physique. “God I miss this fat ass”.

Hiram gives one slap to your ass as he looks over your body to compliment you. You moaned as the slap causing you to slightly throw your head back. Hiram waisted no time but to pick you up by your ass a carry you over to his desk.

He aggressively wiped his desk of all paperwork and pencils on his desk causing them to fly into the air and then land on the floor. Hiram throws you down on his desk. You feel the cool wooded table touching your back and you open up your legs for Hiram.

Hiram watches your body sprawled out on the desk as you touched yourself. Hiram unbuckles his belt as and pulls his pants down. His pants were hanging around his ankles as his veining 7 inch member sprang up.

Your mouth watered at the sight of it and it reminded you how much you miss him inside you. In the back of your mind you felt bad for sleeping with the man that killed your boyfriend but the hold Hiram had on you was to strong.

Hiram went on his knees as his tongue found its way to your hole. Your body jolts as Hiram tastes the rim of your hole. You let out a breathy “Oh My God” as you try to cover your mouth. Hiram’s younger was working wonders on your hole.

The wetness of your hole drove Hiram’s tongue deeper into hole. It was almost like his tongue was inches away prom your prostate. Wet plop sounds emerges as Hiram suckles on your hole. This causes your hole to go in and out on its own just the way Hiram liked it.

After minutes of eating you, Hiram stands over you stroking himself. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck you”. Hiram worshipping you and wanted you made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

Hiram doesn’t give you a chance as he slides into your hole. You jump at his insertion but Hiram holds you in place as he looks you in the eye. “Take It” Hiram said. Those magic words caused you to endure the pain of his member in you for a few more seconds before you can enjoy the pleasure.

You start to breathe in and out through your mouth trying to ease the pain. You try to look away but Hiram turns your face to look at him and he slowly push in and out of you.

“Look at me” Hiram slides thumb in your mouth. He traces the inner lining of your mouth, leaving his finger prints inside of you. You let out subtle high pitched moans as Hiram hits your prostate repeatedly.

Every time Hiram pulled out of you your hole would produce wet popping sounds. You grab his shirt pulling him deeper into you, feeling him in your chest. Tears of pleasure starts to form as Hiram’s thrust faster and harder into your entrance.

In your mind you had regretted pulling him closer because that gave him the authority to drill you mercilessly. You try to push him off of you but Hiram’s strong hands pinned you down to the desk unable to escape.

He places kisses along trying to subside along your chest and neck as he pounds into you. Your head hits the wooden desk repeatedly it was the least of your worries though.

“Harder.” You whispered to Hiram fully emerging yourself in the moment and preparing yourself for the pain to come. Hiram becomes more rougher with you and cups your entire body in a hug as he plows deep into you.

Your legs were lifeless inflatables floating through the air as is thrust jolted your body. Your eyes rolled back into a full state of pleasure. “Tell me how much you love it. Mi amor”

“I- I-“ the words struggled to come out of your mouth as his thrust wouldn’t stop. “Tell me before I blow your fucking brains out” Hiram pulls you up by the back of your neck and whispered that in your ear.

You knew Hiram was dangerous but you didn’t know it would go that far. “I love it daddy. I love it so much”. That was the perfect thing for Hiram as you feel his dick pulsating in your hole.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby” you whispered to Hiram in a baby voice. He looks deep into your eyes with passionate and lust and nods. You place your hands on his ass pushing him deeper into you.

Someway somehow Hiram was able to go harder and faster than what he was already. You let out gut wrecking screams. If one didn’t know you were getting fucked to the max someone would think that you were getting murdered.

“Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me.” You screamed begging for Hiram’s load. Sweat dripped from Hiram’s forehead as he unleashed in you. You felt squirts of liquid pouring inside you. Instantly causing you cum as your dick laid on your stomach.

Hiram screamed “FUCK” as he pulled out of you. His dick glistening with his cum as he watches his cum drip out of your open hole. His babies were landed in you and you couldn’t complain.

There were no words that you both try to catch your breath. You could only watch Hiram clean himself off as his nut slipped deep into your hole. Despite Hiram being dangerous you still love him. Which told you that you would be dealing with him forever and that haunted you.

“Round 2” Hiram said as he wiped his dick in the bathroom with a smile on his face. You knew you shouldn’t agree but that dick was too good to give him. “Only if you fuck me harder” you send a flirtatious smile at Hiram as you fingered your hole. Pushing his cum further into you.

Hiram walks out of the bathroom fully removing his shirt and your mouth watered as you and your hole anticipating him. Hiram was an endless cycle that was hard to quit and in the moment you didn’t know if you wanted to.