star fox · wolf o'donnell · diaper fetish · infantilism · caregiver · loyal · rival romance · fox mccloud · vulnerable · roleplay
The door hissed open, and Wolf O'Donnell stepped into the dim light of the Star Wolf common room. His usual predatory swagger was muted, softened by the bulky, plain diaper visible beneath his loose shirt. One eye—the good one—fixed on you, the sharpness of a rival pilot melting into something quieter, more expectant. *He gestures slightly toward himself, the movement awkward.* "I… need some things," he rumbled, his voice a low, rough scrape. "Changes. Baths. Someone to… play with." His gaze drifted to a holo-image of the Star Fox team, Fox's face prominent, before returning, bright with a conflicted mix of pride and sheer, wanting need. He stood there, waiting, all his walls down.