Todd "Foxy" Fox

Humming was something Isaac did to pass the time. If he could get through one hymn from the Heavens, that could pass almost an hour or so of time. And sometimes he could get through two in a day down in the undercroft. While he missed being above ground, out in nature, he couldn’t dismiss the way he also missed talking to a variety of beings. It was the same guards, same faces that greeted him everyday, which was of some comfort in the routine of it all. But he wanted to see big smiles, hear laughter–things he desperately missed and needed over the last few days. “It’s no one’s fault,” he whispered melodically to himself, with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Guard, sir, how much longer until we get the hour in the garden?” He wasn’t even sure if it was a guard that was standing at the doorway behind him or not, but he could feel a presence there regardless.

@foxyxtodd​

The familiar didn’t often wander through the undercroft, but sometimes he went down there just to see who needed rescuing from it for a little while. If Todd could make a slave’s day just a little bit better, he would. On his phone and distracted for a moment, Todd lingered in a doorway as he typed out a reply to a text he’d received. When he heard someone speak, he looked up, wondering if they were talking to him. “Oh-- uh-- I’m not a guard, sorry man. Just a bartender,” he chuckled. “You wanting to get out of here for a bit? I can help you out with that one if you want?” Todd offered, giving the slave a reassuring little smile.

“As long as we don’t end up with some dickhead poltergeist haunting our asses, I’m up for some spooky fun.”

“Ah, yes, one of those partnership laws between a witch and familiar, right?” Seth teased, gladly passing his joint over to Todd for a puff. “You want one? I got a fresh one rolled up,” he said, taking the thing back for another smoke. His familiar must have detected his hunger already happening since it was about munchie time. He’d been behaving lately with less “unhealthy” snacks, why not treat himself this one time? “You’re not wrong. Or we’ll save the leftovers for later or we can see if Shade wants some of ‘em down in his new place in town.” Seth grinned wide as Todd grabbed an extra controller and he nodded, already playing Mario Kart as he needed to get some practice in. He easily switched to the main screen to add in Todd as player two before going to the racing options. “Heck yeah, buddy. Wanna do a tournament or a single race?” 

“Exactly, yeah,” Todd chuckled, giving Seth a grin. “Nah, I’m good for now. Maybe later though. Wanna be all focused for this,” he replied with a little smirk, gesturing with a slight head tilt towards the TV. Chilling with Seth seemed to becoming a rarer thing these days, especially since Todd found himself working a lot more for some reason and his witch was busy actually having a life outside of the castle. Still, it made hanging out even more special when they got to do it. “Shade is very welcome to any leftovers. I should maybe invite him next time, or see if he just wants to hang out soon. I haven’t seen him in a while.” Again, life just seemed to happen without Todd realising just how long it had been since he’d socialised. “Tournament. One hundred percent. Aaaand I’m gonna be Princess Peach.. as usual.” 

“Nice to officially meet you, Todd,” Manny replied, struggling to maintain eye contact with the much older demon as they spoke. His tongue darted out over his bottom lip as gaze wandered below Todd’s chin, only imagining what that tall, slim form looked like underneath those clothes. He quickly lifted his eyes just in time to meet the incoming kiss, lids shutting as he hummed over the familiar’s lips and grabbed his waist. “Could say the same about you, too,” he murmured, daring to deepen the contact as he pressed himself flush against Todd’s form and pinned him against the wall. A low growl rumbled in his throat as the kiss grew more heated by the second, further fueling Manny’s urges. “Your suite or mine?” he asked, not so thrilled about the idea of fucking right here for all to see. 

Not really knowing what to expect when he'd rented Taryn for the evening, Todd was happy enough just giving the slave some time away from the undercroft for a while... but things had advanced a little more than that. After a few drinks, the two of them had taken things to Todd's room, which is how he'd ended up with a very naked, very hot Taryn riding his cock. “Fuck, that’s it.. you look so fuckin’ good like this,” Todd moaned as the slave bounced on his throbbing length, the familiar’s hand wrapped around Taryn’s very hard dick as he jacked him off in time with each thrust up into that tight heat. It wasn’t long until Todd felt the slave finally spill all over his hand and stomach, decorating the familiar’s tattooed abdomen with warm cum. “That’s fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, his free hand gripping at Taryn’s hip as he pushed up deep into the slave’s warm hole and came too, filling him with his seed.

Bailey couldn’t help but to snort as he heard the other man’s words. The gargoyle shook his head as his lips quirked up into a smirk. “I’m not uncomfortable with people staring at me.” As a celebrity? That’s kind of an everyday thing. So Bailey was quite used to that side of things. “Just wanted to know why you were staring at me.” Bailey said with a shrug. He didn’t necessarily take the other guy as a fan of his. Although he supposed anyone could like anything. 

“I wouldn’t say zero. Maybe like…Four percent?” Bailey offered with a grin. “What’s confusing you? I don’t normally offer my help for free, but well…I have a little free time right now.” Bailey said with a snort as he gestured around the duo.

“Yeah, you.. you look like you know what you’re doing,” Todd chuckled, letting the weights rest for a moment. “Plus, y’know, you’re not awful to look at or anything,” the familiar added with a little smirk. Todd had all but stopped trying to pick up guys, usually waiting to see if they were actually interested in him at all first.

“Four percent? C’mon, that’s generous,” Todd joked, looking down at himself before looking at the other man again. “Honestly, I don’t really know what I’m doing. I kinda just come in here and lift weights and hope for the best, but I don’t really have a plan, y’know?” He explained. “I don’t wanna take up all your time, so it’s cool if you don’t wanna help me out. I’ll just keep watching what you’re doing,” he continued, giving the slave a grin. “I’m Todd, by the way.”

Merek grunted softly as his back hit the wall, a hand reaching up to tangle in Todd’s hair.  He kissed him back, knowing that he could easily magic his own clothing away but wanting to make the other man work for it at least a little bit more.  “I think I have an idea of how much.”  He teased, breaking the kiss so that he could start working quickly on Todd’s shirt.  “Good thing I came along, hm?”

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Bailey let out a grunt as he continued working out. Considering they were only given so little free time throughout the day, Bailey knew that he had to make the most out of it if he wanted to stay in shape. Bailey used to be a MMA fighter, a boxer, and a wrestler after all. He’s been on TV, movies, and magazines. His body has been something that he’s been very proud of. And he refused to even let a place like Krovs take that from him. Bailey was grabbing weights to put on the squatting bar when he noticed someone’s eyes on him, and the slave turned towards them. Both curious and defensive. “What?” He asked sharply. “Never seen someone work out before?” The celebrity asked with a huff.

Being tall and slim, Todd wasn’t really one for working out, which he knew he needed to do if he had any hope of looking as good as any of the other guys in the castle. The six packs tended to get the attention, so the familiar had taken to trying to get his ass to the gym at least three times a week. He may have been thousands of years old, but bulking up wasn’t something he was good at.

Todd had just put his weights back on the bar and had sat up to have a break when another guy caught his eye. He really hadn’t meant to stare, but he knew that his gaze had perhaps lingered a little too long when he heard the guy call him out. “Oh, uh, sorry, man. Was in a world of my own. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Todd apologised, lifting his hands a little in surrender. “Just trying to get into this weight lifting shit. I have got zero muscle.”

Though Merek didn’t experience a heat himself, he always looked forward to it happening around the castle.  Any reason to have sex for a whole week straight was a cause for celebration in his eyes, though he’d had to take a break recently to get his energy back up.  And, of course, as soon as Merek was out around the castle, someone was asking for his help.  “Todd, hello.”  He greeted with a smile, walking toward the other man.  “You know that I’m more than happy to help you out any time.”

Manny once again needed relief for his rising heat. He missed Kris. Hell, he missed having Bradley around too. An empty suite wouldn’t bode well for the suffering jaguar and the Undercroft had a limited supply of available slaves at this point. He’d have to venture out and see if he could get lucky. The week was close to an end so most of the wolves and shifters weren’t out in public as often, instead preferring to mate in private where they could get decent rest afterwards. Well, apparently not everyone as he came across the tall and gorgeous looking familiar leaning against the wall. Manny met Todd’s smile with one of his own as he approached, his own fever obvious in the flushed skin of his face and exposed neck and chest. 

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he answered, closing the distance he entered Todd’s space. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar’s scent and resisting the urge to pounce on him right then and there. He’d seen his face a few times bartending at the club in the castle, not that Manny frequented the strip club regularly. Todd wasn’t exactly a face to forget with his tall frame and collection of tattoos. “Don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet. I like to get a name before we start fucking like animals, no pun intended. I’m Manny. What’s your name?” 

“Oh, man, I know how that sounded, but I– I mean, I can give you money. You don’t need to do anything for it, I just wanna help, y’know?”

There was a quirk to Percy’s lips. He didn’t want to be rude. He didn’t want to snap at the other - after all; it seemed genuine though to what end Percy couldn’t be sure. He shook his head slightly, fighting the grimace. “I…uh, thank ya’ but I’m alright. I don’t be needin’ anyone’s charity but that was a kind gesture and I really do mean it when I say thanks. Uh…lemme know if you ever wanna…pay me for…services rendered.” He finished, rather lamely though he did try to keep his tone light. He hated handouts, hated being seen as guttersnipe in need of saving - not that that was what the other man thought. 

Percy didn’t have a lot of pride. What he had left he wanted to keep. 

When the man took him up on his offer, Percy just nodded and began to cross the street when the light turned red; covering up a yawn with the crook of his arm. “Ain’t got no plans, no worries. Just…got no where else to be y’know? Empty night? May as well try to fill it somehow and a job’s a job.” When the other started on his supposed clumsiness; Percy found himself chuckling. 

“Yeah, I could see that. You ain’t exactly the villager type, I’d be sayin’. Most of the men who come through my bar are rough ol’ fucks with beards past their tits and pox-scars.” He glanced at the man, offering him a wink. “You be lookin’ far too pretty.” 

The last thing Todd ever wanted to do was offend anyone, so he stopped trying to awkwardly offer money and/or his bed to cute boys he found wandering on the street. Todd’s brain briefly entertained the idea of paying Percy for his services, but then he was conflicted -- would that be degrading or actually helpful? Either way, the familiar soon shut that thought process down, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t pop up in his head later on in the evening. “I shall.. definitely let you know,” Todd said with a smile and a soft chuckle.

For some reason the familiar just wanted to make sure that Percy was at least safe for the evening -- he knew that he could probably take care of himself, but if hanging out with the guy meant that nothing bad could happen to him, then Todd was fine with that. Plus, he was actually oddly pleasant to be around.

Todd couldn’t help but laugh at Percy’s description of the village folk before giving him a little grin. “Pretty, huh? Don’t suppose I’m doing too badly for a four-thousand year old demon-- and by demon I mean familiar. I’m not a bad one, promise.” He smiled softly at that and then decided to ask a couple more questions to change the subject. “So what are you doing here? As in, in this village? Born and raised here, or did you move?” He asked as they walked, genuinely curious.

  The vampire laid naked in the empty room, the room still smelled like sex. To be fair it had only been less than an hour since he just fucked someone in this very room, Marcus was not surprise when he saw the other enter. He figured that heat and plus the scent and smell of sex will drive someone towards this room. The vampire was already semi hard and ready for another round. He could tell and see that the other needed someone. “If you need help. I can offer my service,” he spoke. 

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Todd really had tried to keep out of the way of everyone for most of the week, but things were getting a little too unbearable, so he’d gone in search of some relief. He subconsciously followed the scent of sex and pheromones until he found himself in a room with a very naked, very attractive man. Marcus. They’d met before, briefly, so Todd didn’t expect the vampire to recognise him, but he didn’t really need him to anyway. The familiar gave a breathless little chuckle at the offer before stripping himself off and joining the vampire without a word. Sex wasn’t something that Todd craved a lot of, but it had been a while since he’d done anything with anyone, and heat was only making it worse.