#clairebelfront

[candicebelfront]

We R Who We R (& that's batshit crazy) || Brettoby + The Devil's Triplets

Candice had only been reintroduced to her real family for a little over a month. Maybe the Belfronts were just welcoming to long lost family members; or maybe it was the pack mentality; or maybe it was the fact that she was a triplet. She viewed it as: they were just as crazy as she was. But, as was to be expected, she fit in best with the other two counterparts of herself. And today, they were getting into their usual shenanigans.

"Cal, just shut up, lock the damn place and let's go," Candy whined to the man upon whose back she was riding. Okay, so it was just an excuse for her to wrap her legs around him, but most people in town knew about Belfrontcest now; so why even lead with it anymore? "That would be a lot easier if you weren't squeezing me in the vice grip that is your perfectly toned legs," Cal told her, holding the door as Claire walked out behind them.

"You liked my vice grip last night," she winked to him before jumping down from his back and taking some of the bags that Claire carried. They were small bags (okay, most of them were small) and each held a different item from Cal's store; and all of these gifts were for Brett. 1. because they all were oddly obsessed with their cousin's blonde companion; and 2. because it was fun to watch Toby squirm and try to pry his pregnant girlfriend away from the three of them.

"Clairey," Candy said, leaning her head over onto her sister's shoulder, "Do you think we'll actually get past the door this time? Maybe if I distract him with my boobs..." She trailed off as Cal locked the door and then turned to face his sisters. "Oh, we're already set. I talked to Brett yesterday. She knows we're coming, he doesn't. The problem will be that he can hear us and smell us from a mile away."

The trio turned and started down the road towards Tobias' house and Candy giggled that devilishly sweet (read: deceptively sweet) laugh of hers, "He does seem particularly in tune to us. I'm guessing because he's been chasing you two off of his women his whole life, right?"

[candicebelfront]

cause darling we are nightmares dressed like daydreams - a belfront ladies moodboard

[henley-hanson]

California Gurls 5eva || Claire & Henley (closed)

"Alright," Henley sighed out happily as she pushed through the front doors of the "office" for Belfront Construction. "It's noon, so that means it's lunch time and that means I can get you out of here," Henley said as she walked around and sat against Claire's desk and smiled down at her favorite non-related-to-her blonde female. Okay, just one of her favorite blonde females of all time.

Henley looked up to see Toby eyeing them suspiciously and raised a hand to wave at him with a falsely sweet smile, "Hey buttwipe!" She then turned her eyes back to Claire, "Seriously, let's go before Senor Buzzkillington gets over here. Cause you know how he gets so jealous when I take you to lunch and not him."

Henley stood from the desk and brushed her blonde hair back over his shoulder, "Or maybe it's because you and I always end up making out or having sex before you come back to work... Who knows." She walked around Claire's desk and towards the door, "So, I was thinking Mexican. Or a sub sandwich. Or both. Ooooh, both is a good idea. What do you think?"

[tobybelfront-blog]

"BLONDES ARE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!!!11!!1!" pt 2/??  --  a claire/henley/tobias moodboard

[sadie-harwin]

“This really isn’t a situation where you ask about careers and life goals and hobbies,” Claire spoke lightly, picking up the glass of wine as it was handed to her. “But the fact that you basically broke me out of Oxford’s finest with the sole purpose of having sex with me—”  Claire tipped back her drink and shrugged. “Power is sexy.”

[sadie-harwin]

Successful Jail Shopping || Claire & Sadie (closed)

This certainly wasn't the first time Sadie had gone to a jail to find a meal. Not that there was anything wrong with humans who weren't in jail; but it was always an interesting experience. Some of them were still riding the highs from whatever drug they'd been arrested for, which always made them more fun to drink since she'd get a second hand high. Other times there were just semi-attractive males or females that she could feed and fuck and then send them on their way. It normally came out a win win situation, all she had to do was spend a little money on their bail. And money was the one thing that Sadie had plenty of.

So, when she strut her fine ass into the place, everyone looked at her like she was severely out of place. She was accustomed to this. Especially when she was dressed as she was tonight. A violet dress wrapped around her frame in the most salacious way, leaving her legs perfectly framed and accented by the tall heels she wore. Her long, silken blonde hair hung around her shoulders and seemed to float with each step she took past the holding cells.

She'd been on her way to the desk to glamour her way into some human, but stopped mid step when her eyes landed on a gorgeous blonde sitting in the cell. She was a werewolf, sure, but that had never stopped Sadie from fucking someone. Her eyes lingered for only a moment more before the blonde looked up and spotted her gazing. Turning her head away, a grin settled on Sadie's lips. She'd found her companion.

Heading to the front desk, she settled her dress to properly show her cleavage, making it the first thing the officer behind the desk looked at. The second was always her eyes, which Sadie counted on as she leaned forward on the desk, taking hold of the officer's mind. "Hello there," Sadie said, the English accent rolling off her tongue perfectly, "What's the name of the pretty blonde in the cell over there?"

"C-Claire Belfront, ma'am," said the officer lazily, like he'd been dosed with the best drug he'd ever had.

"Claire, then, is who I'm here to bail out. Gather the papers and let me know what bond is, then let her out, pretty please?" she asked, pouting her perfectly Rosy lips.

The officer scurried off to do just that, returning with some papers and pointing to the bail amount. Sadie pulled her wallet out of her purse and counted out the hundreds before laying them down on the counter and signing the papers. She turned just as Claire was stepping out of the open cell door and the two blondes gazed at each other. Sadie could feel her own desire beginning to run wild. "Hello, Claire," she said, her voice soft as silk as she walked over and looped her arm through the blonde's as if they'd known each other for years.

It was only once they were outside that Sadie finally said, "I'm Sadie. As I've paid your bail, I'd enjoy if you would allow me your company for the evening?" She looked over at Claire with a raised brow before a sexy smirk settled on her lips, "And then, if we're both lucky, we'll hopefully fuck before the night is over."

[tobybelfront-blog]

belfront text posts (+kelly and brett) pt. 1/?

[veronicacothry]

Little Shit | Clairey-poo & Ronnie

For being the super independent, hard-headed and uncooperative bitch Ronnie liked to convince people she was, she was pretty good at letting Logan walk all over her. After he had gotten them mixed up in drugs, he pretty quickly found that doing them simply wasn't enough. Soon enough, he was dealing and while at first Ronnie refused to be apart of "the business," it wasn't long before Logan had her delivering his goods and exchanging them for the money he needed to get more for himself. It wasn't rare to find Ronnie standing on the corner of some street in a not very busy area of town with baggy clothes on making a deal. She was extremely sneaky and as one of the few members of Logan's gang who actually had something of a conscience, her drive to keep herself out of jail did a pretty good job of keeping her on her toes. 

Having just finished a transaction with one of Logan's shadier clients, Ronnie stood on the corner of Elmer's Street. Letting out a breath of air that she hadn't even realized she had been holding, she tried to let herself relax. Glancing around furtively to see if anyone had noticed her, her muscles began to loosen up. She hated dealing. No matter how many deals she did for Logan, it never got better. It was a lot harder to keep her cool and play the role of big, tough Ronnie when she had several ounces of coke on her. And every time the deal was over, Ronnie always breathed a sigh of relief. 

Slowly, Ronnie walked down the sidewalk a little ways. She stopped in front of a random shop and turned around, making sure that her latest customer had truly driven off and that no one else had been watching them. She was so intently watching the black SUV drive away, she didn't even hear someone calling her name from across the street.