Zapp Renfro

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About Zapp Renfro

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    Formerly The Comedian
  • Birthday 07/06/1996

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    he/him

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  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bathroom Control
    Bedwetting
    Tickling
    Watersports
    Biting
    Bondage
    Crossdressing
    Cuddling
    Exhibitionism
    Face-sitting
    Gags
    Gender bender
    Humiliation
    Master / Pet
    Master / Slave
    Parent and child play
    Pee drinking
    Pleasure control
    Public humiliation
    Sadism / Masochism
    Spanking

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  1. Zapp Renfro

    Commissions Open Again

    We back out here, with three slots open!
  2. Would you like to roleplay with me?

    1. Zapp Renfro

      I appreciate the offer but I really dont rp much, and typically only with my significant other!

  3. I've read a lot of fics, yeah, but I'm really particular and nothing has quite hit it, so to speak, not to say that they werent good, I'm just weird. Teruteru would one hundred percent like it, especially if the other person did and it would help get him laid.
  4. Gonta is always good taste, I have a lot of guys (including him) from Danganronpa that I would love to see...Kiyotaka, Yasuhiro, Teruteru, Kazuichi, Kokichi...just to name a few.... Anyway, I've been reading Dead Mount Death Play lately, and I feel like Iwanome is practically begging for it considering how heavily he drinks...oof
  5. Zapp Renfro

    How old are you?

    22, I'll be 23 in about two weeks
  6. Zapp Renfro

    Omorashi headcanons of your fav characters?

    I have so many, I'll see how many I can get through in one go... Blood Blockade Battlefront: I've mentioned before on this site that, since Zed O'Brien spent most of his life in a fish tank, completely unaware of the outside world, it probably took him a bit to adjust once he came out. And he probably gets very nervous when he's desperate and would do anything to avoid wetting himself because he's trying to fit in with humans. Baccano!: On the flipside, Christopher Shaldred really enjoys any feelings of desperation because it makes him feel more human. He develops an interest in holding as a result, Chi fucking hates it (and is lowkey into it, but that's another story). Ricardo Russo has had many close calls in public due to not liking public bathrooms, because...well. Victor Talbot one hundred percent pissed himself in fear when Ronnie and the Martillos were heckling him, Ronnie just got rid of the evidence so only he and Victor know it happened, and Victor is convinced he hallucinated it, since he left with dry pants. Esperanza Boroñal will push himself to his very limits just to spend more time with his maids, and always remains the picture of decorum even on the verge of wetting himself...until he is alone in his room. If, for some reason, he doesn't make it, he does his own laundry in secret, not wanting to trouble his maids his incompetence and incontinence. Lua Klein can remain very composed no matter how bad it gets, and even Ladd, who can typically read her like a book, doesn't know. Graham Specter has a weak bladder, especially when drunk. Such a sad, sad story... Jacuzzi Splot. Just...Jacuzzi. That's all for now! More fandoms to come, I suppose!
  7. I'm back on my Baccano! bullshit, and Victor Talbot, Hong Chi-Mei, and Esparanza C. Boroñal. And Christopher Shaldred but that's more of a projection thing than me being into him
  8. Zapp Renfro

    Request Thread

    I've written Todoroki in the past, but I'd be interested in trying my hand at Aizawa or All Might if you had any specific prompts in mind!
  9. Zapp Renfro

    Family Business

    Posted it on ao3 with all three parts, the title is different on here because the title I had in mind way too similar to another ongoing fic I had, His Waitress, but anyway. https://archiveofourown.org/works/18744841
  10. Looking back over the years, I've changed so much since I first joined this site lmao

  11. All I ever want to do is talk about Baccano!

  12. I mean, I've been dating the same man since I was seventeen, I'm now almost 23. He was my fourth relationship. We're getting married this year so maybe your advice is kinda off base? Remove emotions from an emotional connection. That sounds like an A+ idea lmao
  13. Finna quit writing again, what is the point my dudes like I hate it, I hate this

  14. A/N: just some trash for BBB because this is my fuckin ship and I'm a mess, this was supposed to go up on patreon first but I decided to go ahead and post it lmao Zapp decides that even if this isn’t the perfect way to weaken his boss enough to take him out, it will at least be a hilarious prank to pull. He really isn’t sure where this will end up going, but once he has the idea in his head, he can’t get it out until he’s tried it, and so, he manages to secure a diuretic, and fairly easily, as well. Well, there are a lot of things you can get easily these days, especially when you have weird connections, and Zapp Renfro is in no shortage of those. The plan has to be executed very carefully, as he has to get through Gilbert, who would not be an easy opponent if he were caught in the process. He has never been particularly good at stealth, but this is important, and he manages to be sneaky, he manages to get his timing just right, spiking tea freshly made for Klaus without the butler, or anyone else, noticing that he does it. From that point on, all he can do is wait for it to take effect, and hope that he at least gets something out of this, whether it’s just a few laughs or a chance to defeat him, he isn’t picky. Zapp relaxes on the couch, lounging as he always does when there isn’t work for him to do, as others filter in and out of the office. Klaus drinks his tea, completely unaware that there is anything amiss, losing himself in a game and completely dead to the world while he plays. Really, it’s kind of boring to start out with, and Zapp has to try not to be impatient, which is difficult for someone like him. Whatever the payoff may be, it can be hard for anything to be worth a wait in his eyes. It isn’t until Klaus first shifts in his seat that Zapp is able to tell that it’s working, and even then, it’s a small movement, probably imperceptible to anyone who isn’t used to watching him closely, or expecting him to start to show any signs of discomfort. But to Zapp, it’s clear, and makes it a bit more worth the wait, as he continues to watch for any more slight signs of discomfort, any more indicators that Klaus is starting to feel the effects. It is still a bit of time before it really becomes noticeable, and by then, it is just the three of them in the room- Klaus, Zapp, and Gilbert, so quiet that he might as well not be there at all. Not long after that, Gilbert excuses himself to clean up around the rest of the office, and once he’s left the room, Zapp is free to observe Klaus for as long as he wants. Time drags on, and the movements of his boss become more obvious. Klaus is still focused on his game, so much so that Zapp thinks he might have forgotten that he isn’t quite alone yet. So it’s only natural that his struggle becomes more noticeable, and as he squirms more shamelessly, Zapp wonders why he doesn’t just go to the bathroom already. Is his game that immersive, or is it impossible to walk away at this point? Is he just being stubborn, or has he not even noticed that he’s getting desperate yet? The latter seems impossible, since Zapp is sure that no one would be able to completely shut out the throbbing of their bladder once it got to the point Klaus must be at by now. He must just be that stubborn, which really doesn’t come as much of a surprise. But even his iron will can’t protect him from the inevitable, which means he will have to give up at some point, and now, Zapp is a little frustrated at how long that is taking. He isn’t quite able to explain the irritation welling up in him as he watches Klaus fidget and squirm, but even for the sake of some game, he can’t understand why he would make things more difficult, rather than giving up already. Except...except irritation feels like a strange word for it, now that he thinks about it. There’s a discomfort, making it rather hard for him to sit still, though it isn’t for the same reason that Klaus is struggling. There is a frustration building up, a heat in his lower stomach that, if he didn’t know any better he might mistake for...for… Oh, shit. Zapp has done all that he can to dodge a revelation like this, but it’s become so difficult since meeting Klaus. Still, his attraction to the other man was so easy to bury beneath admiration that he buried beneath rivalry, and now all that work has come to nothing, all because of some stupid prank that’s lead to him discovering a new kink, on top of everything else. He can tell that it’s getting harder and harder for Klaus to hold out, and it’s turning him on so much he can barely take it. Now, he isn’t so amused by his little prank, and he wonders if he should just leave now, and forget all about it. But he isn’t sure he could forget it if he tried, and he always gets so damn impulsive whenever he’s horny. There is a part of him that knows he shouldn’t do this, but he doesn’t listen to that part of him, as he rises from the couch, crossing the room quickly. Klaus looks up, surprised, and Zapp supposes he really did forget that he wasn’t alone in the room. “Z-Zapp?” “That game really that important to you?” he asks with a smirk, wedging himself between Klaus and the desk. “You’ve been waiting for so long.” “I-I didn’t...I was…” But it doesn’t seem like Klaus can think of anything to say. He goes tense as Zapp climbs onto his lap, straddling him before reason can win out. “Well? You left yourself wide open, you know.” Even as he says it, he knows it’s a weak excuse. For one, if he really believed this were the right time to launch an attack, he would have by now; for another, he knows damn well that Klaus would have dealt with him with no difficulty, even in this condition. In fact, he doesn’t have to let Zapp climb all over him like this, but he doesn’t move at all. That is when Zapp can feel it, something so unbelievable that if he weren’t right on top of him, he would never think it possible. But it’s true; Klaus is getting hard just having Zapp in his lap, which means that this reckless decision was the right one to make. “What, ya think giving yourself a boner will help keep you from pissing yourself?” Zapp teases, and he can see that Klaus is blushing now. “That...wasn’t intentional,” he replies, and Zapp bites his lip. He knew that already, but damn, it’s nice to hear Klaus admit it out loud. “I don’t really know what I’m...doing.” “Yeah, that makes two of us,” Zapp confesses, “but I bet I’ve at least got a little bit of an idea.” He tilts his hips forward, and Klaus groans, squirming. “That’s adding...a lot of pressure, I’m not sure how much longer I can…” “Too hard to just let it out?” “No, I...well, I could, but I…” That’s when Zapp kisses him, hard and forceful, and though Klaus is a little clueless at first, it doesn’t take him long to learn from example. Beneath him, Zapp can feel the other man’s erection start to relax only to come back, and he isn’t sure if Klaus is trying to let himself relax so that he can let go, or if he’s now consciously trying to keep it up so that he won’t lose control. Zapp does not make it easier on him either way, applying more pressure to his bladder and he grinds against his lap. In the end, it’s easy to tell what wins out, when Klaus groans into the kiss, his erection softening again, before a warmth spreads across his lap. With how Zapp is positioned his own pants are soaked through in no time, and it’s a strange sensation, but it’s nice, it’s really fucking nice, and he caused this, and it may have started as a prank, but, fuck, is he glad that he did this. And, yeah, definitely one of the weirder things he’s done this week, and definitely not his proudest boner, but in the moment, he can’t be bothered to care about any of that stuff. Feeling Klaus basically piss on him, as a result of pissing himself, has him so turned on that he has to fight to keep from making his own mess. This is already shameful enough for him; he doesn’t want to add that to the list. When it’s over and their soaked clothes start to grow cold, Zapp finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against Klaus’, and while the other man struggles to catch his breath, Zapp asks, “So? What now?” “Give me a moment, I just need to…” He’s been idle for some time, and there’s a warning on the screen urging him to make a move before he’s kicked from the game. The timer is low, so Zapp assumes that he’s reaching around him to make his move quickly, and that he’ll want to finish up before they can do anything. It’s frustrating, and just when Zapp is thinking about telling him that he doesn’t want to wait anymore, he does it. Rather than continuing, Klaus chooses to surrender.
  15. Zapp Renfro

    His Waitress

    A/N: Here it is, the second chapter! Again, no actual desperation or wetting this go around, but soon. About a week passes after Maiko’s desperate incident, and after she had gotten her hopes up about Mr. Marcum. She hasn’t seen him or heard from him since then, so she knows for sure now that she was just being stupidly hopeful. He isn’t interested in her, not really, and all of their flirting is just to pass the time, probably because he gets a kick out of teasing her, or something like that. She’s sure he would treat anyone else just the same. Still, that doesn’t mean that her crush on him fades so easily, and she still can’t get his easy grin as he said he should take her for a ride out of her mind. That night definitely wasn’t the first time she fantasized about him while masturbating, but it stands out, and she feels unsatisfied even now, a week later. She supposes it is mostly just because of how close she felt like she got with him, but there is a voice in the back of her mind that keeps dwelling on how much it hurt, struggling to not piss herself in front of him, and how good it felt to finally let go, in the end. It isn’t related, or, at least, she knows it shouldn’t be, but there is a part of her that can’t stop thinking about it, and there are times, while she’s pleasuring herself, that she catches herself thinking about it a little too much. She’s sure that it must be something someone out there is into, so it can’t be that weird, but her being into it is news to her, and definitely the weirdest thing she’s fantasized about. So she tries to keep those fantasies as infrequent as possible, pushing the thoughts away whenever they pop up. She has enough to worry about with her impossible crush that just won’t go away, and even now, even knowing how impossible it really is, she still wishes that Mr. Marcum would stop by again. He isn’t going to ever actually ask her out, just tease her about it, but that’s fine; just getting to flirt with him is good enough for her, at least until she can find someone to distract her so that she can move on. ~X~ Working busy nights is never fun, even when she isn’t achingly desperate, and at least on that night, she had Mr. Marcum to make things more interesting. Time drags on, and she feels like the dinner rush will never end, and that the end of her shift will never come. It’s been a while since she’s been this busy, and a while since she really felt like she hated her job, but tonight, she comes close, often reminding herself that there is nothing stopping her from quitting on the spot. But she manages to keep her head through the rush, and even has some time to breathe on the clock before her shift is finally over. By now, she’s in a terrible mood, and can’t wait to get home, maybe spend some time fantasizing about the previous week to unwind. Tonight, she wants to enjoy herself so badly that she decides she won’t even stop herself from exploring her potential interest in desperation, just as long as she gets a killer orgasm out of it. She is so distracted thinking about it that she doesn’t notice him at first, standing in the parking lot. It isn’t until he speaks to her that she does; when he calls her name, she turns to see Mr. Marcum, standing in front of his bike with a second helmet in his hands. “It’s a little late for you to be walking home by yourself,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about it since last week, and it just didn’t sit well with me. Want a ride home?” “Mr. Marcum?” This isn’t a hallucination, is it? She hasn’t wished for this so much that she’s seeing things, right? “You don’t have to be so formal, Maiko,” he replies, giving her that smirk she loves so much. “You’re off the clock, for one thing. You can just call me Isaac, alright?” “I...I’d love a ride home, Isaac,” she says, stepping forward to accept the helmet that he offers to her. This is way too busy to be a hallucination, which means that it must be real, that Isaac is actually making good on his offer to let her ride with him. She wishes that she had been prepared for this, even though there was no way to know ahead of time that it would happen. At the very least, she could have done something to make sure she looked better, maybe straightening up a bit before she came outside. But there’s no time for that now, and she puts the helmet on, hoping that she doesn’t look nervous. Isaac gets on his bike, telling Maiko to sit behind him and hold on tight, and she does as told. It’s hard to keep from shaking as she sits closer to him than she’s ever been, as she wraps her arms around his waist. She still keeps a little bit of distance between them, but Isaac chuckles and says, “You don’t need to be so shy.” Maiko blushes, glad that he can’t see it, and tightens her hold, resting her face against his back. Oh, god, is this really happening? “I don’t live far from here,” she mumbles, though there is a part of her that wishes she lived much farther away, just so that this would last a long time. “Just let me know the street, and when we get there I’ll go slow so you can let me know which building is yours,” he replies, and it isn’t long before he’s started up, exiting the parking lot and heading towards her apartment complex. For so long, she’s wanted to be this close to Isaac, and now that she is, she isn’t sure where to go from here, only that she doesn’t want to miss this chance. Tonight, she’s going to get what she wants with him. They aren’t in the restaurant and she isn’t on the clock; he isn’t her customer anymore, which means there’s nothing to stop her. When they arrive, he parks and offers to walk her to her door, but she isn’t going to let things end there. “Do you want to come in for a little bit?” she asks, sure that he can see what it is she’s really asking him. “You know it’s a bad idea to let in men that you hardly know,” he replies. It’s a weak protest, and she isn’t letting him off the hook that easily. “I already let you take me home, didn’t I? I don’t really see much of a difference.” “Hmm, I guess that’s a fair point. Well, you know how bad it would like, right? For me to go inside with a girl as young as you?” A few moments later, inside her apartment, Isaac has her shoved against the door, his hands tangled in her hair as he kisses her. Things have only just begun, but Maiko is already certain that this was well worth the wait, and everything it took to get her here.