Jun 28, 2025
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RIVERDALE 4.03, Dog Day Afternoon
I’ll be your father figure
Hiram & Archie - Father Figure, TS
They hated Jesus because he spoke the truth
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.
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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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It's so funny that Hiram Lodge could (and does) leave prison at any time because he built and owns it, but instead he does everything in his not inconsiderable power to ruin Veronica and Hermione's lives as revenge for them putting him in prison (which again, he can leave at any time)
i'm never not thinking about the sheer masterpiece that was riverdale season 3.
the entire town gets brainwashed by a ripoff dungeons and dragons game into becoming insane murderous larpers. evil nuns make drugs called fizzle rocks. archie flees to the middle of nowhere because everyone's trying to kill him just for a bear to try to kill him. half the season takes place in an underground ex-military now-sex bunker. betty finds out she has the serial killer genes. chad michael murray runs an organ harvesting cult. veronica runs a speakeasy at sixteen years old. betty and jughead set his childhood home on fire because his mom turned it into a drug lab. there's a heathers musical episode. there's a character named evelyn evernever. toni runs a lesbian girl biker gang called the pretty poisons. cheryl meets her dead twin as a mummified corpse. betty hallucinates levitating babies. cheryl and toni have hot lesbian sex while archie fights a dozen evil larpers. hiram is incarcerated in the prison he owns. the entire cheer squad has a mass seizure because of contaminated water.