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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐭 || 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

IMPORTANT! This fic was written with ONLY Knives Out as it’s source material, I haven’t yet seen Glass Onion. I have since been made aware 1000+ words into this fic that Benoit is gay as of the second film. I didn’t want what I had to go to waste. This is the only time I will write for him in a m x f relationship.

Summary: You introduce Private Investigator Benoit to Cluedo

Word Count: 3.1K

CW: FEMALE READER. Please see explanation above. sassy Benoit. Vague references to a mild age gap relationship, easter egg references to Knives Out film 🤭 Nylon Kink. A bit of knife play. Oral, f receiving.

Tease: “On the contrary,” he answers you with a playful lilt to his drawl, slowly sinking to his knees before you, “I intend to stay right here.”

“You’ve never played Cluedo?!”

Shock permeates each syllable of your parroted sentence, your jaw slack as you stare at your partner with complete incredulity. Benoit, in turn, peers vacantly at you like you’ve said something ridiculously dense.

“Ain’t that what I just said?” He asks you, his monotonous voice lacking any true irritation as he taps the ashes of his cigar into the ashtray on the coffee table between you.

“Nah, we’ve gotta fix that,” you insist, slapping your palms on your knees before raising from your armchair. Benoit peers over the rim of his tortoiseshell glasses, and his icy-blue eyes follow your body across the room.

“Now— Dear, you’ve worked a long shift; you can’t be runnin’ around playin’ detective with me,” he tries to reason with you, attempts to talk you down from the inevitable shitshow that was no doubt about to unfold in the shape of solution cards and miniature murder weapon props. It’s all fruitless, though, because you’re sweeping aside Benoit’s beloved ashtray and ignoring his protestations as you drop the board game’s box onto the coffee table.

Yes, you’d slogged a nine-hour shift and hadn’t had time to change into less formal attire. Your pencil skirt bunches up your thighs, and the button-down blouse collar lies taut against your throat. Hell, your nude tights are beginning to itch too, but you’re far too invested in this ridiculous adventure and refuse to turn back at the sound of Benoit’s listless objections.

“Here we go,” you mumble to yourself, sliding the lid off the cardboard box and electing to ignore the heavy sigh that Benoit hopelessly attempts to conceal. He leans forward to put out his cigar in the ashtray you had unceremoniously discarded on the wooden floor, eyeing you as you set out the board game items and distribute each piece evenly.

“Who would you like to play as?” You ask, offering out the coloured tokens in your outstretched palm.

Benoit peers at each of the six shades of plastic pawn figurines, his expression betraying his evident discontent. “You know I do this for a livin’, don’t you, Dear?”

Your scowl in retaliation to his query has Benoit snatching up the green token from your hand and setting it on his end of the table. Again you smile as though he’d never spoken and choose red for yourself. Reverend Green and Miss Scarlett.

Carefully, you shuffle the weapon, suspect, and room card decks. Then, as discreetly as possible, take the top card from each pile and put them into the murder envelope without peeking at the details on the other side.

Finally, ignoring the obnoxious sighs rattling in Benoit’s chest, you hand out the Clue cards. Five cards each for you and Benoit, four apiece for the pair of ghost hands; purple and blue. You pinch the dice between your forefinger and thumb, holding it in front of your lover's face. “Odd for purple, even for blue. Got it?”

“Got it,” he responds, clearly finding the process tedious already but suffering through for you. Your eyes are alight with excitement, a grin permanently fixed on your lips. How was he to say no? In fact, he found himself amused by your enthusiasm to understand his line of work— even if it was through juvenile means.

“Alright!” You giggle, rolling the dice to move your scarlet pawn token forward. “Let’s begin!”

-✩-

Chimes sound from the mahogany grandfather clock situated in the corner of Benoit’s living room. They’re almost deafening in the silence that has befallen the coffee table. Although it feels like moments, you realise the minute hand has completed a revolution of the face of the timepiece — You’ve been playing for an hour. You’re no closer to identifying the killer than you were sixty minutes ago.

Benoit appears bored to tears, chain-smoking cigars and even leaves his seat at one point to obtain a glass of whiskey. To the amusement of both of you, you hadn’t noticed his absence, too wrapped up in the game to realise he’d gone AWOL.

“Now, Darlin’,” he begins, cutting both the stillness of the room and your acute concentration with his southern drawl. “Don’t you think it’s time we called it a night? It’s gettin’ awfully late—“

“Benoit,” you whine petulantly, noting the wince it earns you from the older man. He certainly looks like he’d acquired a few more silver hairs since you began this wretched game. “I want to finish it.”

“Mhmm…” Benoit pushes his spectacles up his nose, glancing over the board with mirth, “I knew a man who wouldn’t admit defeat in a board game. Know what happened?”

You glance up at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“He died.”

“Benoit!”

Exasperated, Benoit turns his black cards over, revealing his weapon, room and character. He raises his hands in defeat, settling back in his seat and officially ruling himself out of the game. “There, you only gotta look at two suspects… You're not much of a detective, are you?”

“You‘ve solved it already, haven’t you?!” You gasp, looking up at him with wide doe-eyes and dismay. He answers with a firm nod of his head. Perhaps it was foolish of you, but you really thought you’d established egalitarianism with a board game. “Well, go on, how did you know?”

Benoit inhales, opening his mouth to speak and finally put an end to this ridiculousness. “Well, now, I—“

“Wait!” you shout out, holding a hand up as though it would physically restrain the syllables of his deduction from leaving his lips. “I’ll figure it out myself!”

Sullenly, Benoit sinks back into his armchair, admitting defeat and allowing you to play out your inspector fantasy. He pouts for a few moments, watching you furiously exert your mind with the evidence before dragging his gaze over your uniform.

A quiet man, reticent in nature, Benoit rarely discussed his appreciation for your work apparel. Yes, the pencil skirt was lovely and hugged your body well, and the blouse accentuated your bodily aesthetics, but it was the tights that really captured his imagination.

In truth, Benoit was fascinated with your nylon wardrobe and could go so far as to say it was somewhat of a sexual preference. A kink. He enjoyed the sleek look they gave your legs, their shine underneath lights. Once, the feel of your stockings in his hand as he held your foot up to aid in fastening one of your heels had set him alight.

Gazing at your legs, folded over one another as you attempted to piece each clue together resentfully, Benoit felt heat rise under his collar. The nude tights you were wearing are perfect, sheen delicate beneath the faux-candelabra light fixtures. There’s not a tear, ladder or hole in sight.

He planned to amend that.

Benoit lifts himself from his seat, skirting the coffee table easily and approaching you with long strides. You momentarily glance up from the clue card in your hand, scowling to yourself as he advances. “So embarrassed with my detective work that you’re retreating to bed, Mr Blanc?”

“On the contrary,” he answers you with a playful lilt to his drawl, slowly sinking to his knees before you, “I intend to stay right here.”

Momentarily, your mind works like an old television with a crooked aerial antenna. Static fizzles between your synapses, and you cannot come up with a retort to Benoit’s cheeky inference.

“Best keep your mind on the case, detective,” he murmurs, palms settling on your ankles and tracing up the sides of your calves, “We wouldn’t want the killer gettin’ away now, would we?”

You swallow thickly, holding the cards with shaking hands as you feel Benoit place a lingering kiss on the inside of your knee. He skirts the tip of his nose up the inside of your thigh, humming softly as he squeezes the meat of your calves in his hands.

Focus. Focus. It couldn’t have been Benoit; he’s rescinded his cards. So, it was one of the Ghost Hands. Blue was suspicious, and you’d already discovered she was carrying a wrench. However, she had a decent alibi… Meanwhile, you had barely anything on Purple.

You roll the dice again, the face showing a two rather than the hand glass you had been hoping for. Gritting your teeth, you attempt to rake over the evidence, only to be interrupted by your vision swimming suddenly.

Benoit’s nose notches against your clit through your tights, his head practically buried beneath the fabric of your skirt. He groans softly, inhaling the scent of your sex. You whimper, the edges of his glasses pressing against the junction of your thigh as he presses a delicate kiss to your slit through your panties.

“Do me a favour, Dear,” he breathes against your thigh, pressing kisses to the nylon fabric. He doesn’t have to state what he wants from you explicitly. Fumbling with clumsy hands, you set the cards down quickly on the armrest and pull the hem of your skirt over your hips to give Benoit better access.

“Much obliged,” he whispers to you, and you can hear the gratuitous smirk playing on his lips. Attempting to ignore him and focus on the cards, you endeavour to read the clue, which is written in plain English. You haven’t yet fully deciphered it, thanks to Benoit’s tinkering.

He has other plans, though, nipping at your skin through the fabric of your tights. You jolt slightly with each bite he gives you, and you can hear him chuckle beneath you.

“Anythin’?” Benoit teases you with a combination of kisses and nibbles trailing up your thigh. It takes a moment for your answer to form on your tongue, toes curling in your heels.

“Mhm- N-Not yet,” you stumble over your words despite your attempt to conceal your evident appreciation for his affections.

“Hmm,” he hums, the rumble in his chest setting your hair on end as he, once again, presses lingering kisses over your panties. “I feel a noose tightenin’.”

Everything inside you freezes, and you’re quick to glance at the miniature weapon icons. The rope lays dead centre of the pile, and you’re forced to reconsider everything. Was Benoit giving you a hint?

Admittedly, you don’t have time to contemplate. As you open your mouth to question him, Benoit sucks on your clit through your panties. Your line of questioning dies in your throat, instead coming out as a strangled ‘Ahhh~’.

As quickly as he offers you the blissful sensation, he’s stealing it away. He pulls back, sitting on his haunches, and you’re blinking back your arousal to see him clearly. “W-Why did you…?”

Benoit hushes you gently with a wicked smile. “I think you should focus on the case.”

Smug bastard.

Filled with the desire for retribution, you cast your eyes back to the clue cards in your hand. They’re slightly creased now due to the tight grip you’re holding them with. You manage to make out the words ‘Name One…’ before a clicking sound pulls your attention away yet again.

The glint of light reflecting off the blade in his hand had your heart seizing. Not in fear, no, but exhilaration. See, Benoit carried the flip knife on his person always. It was less of a weapon for self-defence than a family heirloom, and Benoit never took it out without good reason. Simply asking to see it would not gain you access to the elusive dagger.

Your breath hitches, adrenaline buzzing down your spine.

“Now, hold still,” Benoit insists, impossibly blue eyes gazing up at your face through the lenses of his glasses. You nod quickly, both showing him you are listening and urging him forward with his plan.

You watch as he leans forward, slipping the knife's point into the nylon at your crotch. Utterly motionless, you whimper as your lover pulls the handle upwards and slices through the fragile material with ease.

“Been wantin’ you to keep these fine stockin’s on …” Benoit whispers against your thigh, pressing a kiss to the soft flesh there as he closes the knife with a click and slips it back into his pocket.

“H-Huh?” You tremble beneath his affections, his lips travelling further up the inside of your legs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Case, Detective,” he replies flatly, sliding the pad of his index finger against your slit through the cotton of your panties, “You’re deducin’ a murder weapon— it’s in plain sight.”

“Right,” you nod dumbly, swallowing back your arousal and glancing at the board. The box said the game was suitable for ages eight and up; surely it shouldn’t be this difficult. There had to be evidence you had overlooked. Your notes are settled on the coffee table, and you venture to decipher the evidence as you take up the booklet with trembling hands.

But then Benoit is hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, pulling the fabric to the side and exposing your sex. You almost drop the notepad on his head. “How ‘bout you take me through your notes, Dear Detective?”

You would, God, you absolutely would if you could. However, Benoit’s tongue drags against your slit, and your mind goes numb, buzzing as though it has a pins-and-needles sensation. He hums, amusement lilting his voice as he watches you struggle.

Overwhelmed, you completely forget about the game of Cluedo, tilting your head over the back of the chair and sliding your fingers through the greying man’s hair. The notebook falls from your hand, clattering against the wooden floor but you’re already too far gone to care.

Eager to please you further, Benoit is gripping your thighs, lifting them so they settle on his shoulders. The nylon tights rub against his neck this way, and you’re sure it spurs him on because he slides the flat of his tongue over your clit. It jolts your body forward, and that maddening chuckle sounds between your legs again.

“Now, Darlin’,” he croons, and you’re whining due to the lack of friction already, “You be careful. The killer’ll be gettin’ away.”

You choke on an apology, Benoit burying his face into your cunt and sucking at your clit keenly. He’s swirling your clit with the tip of his tongue, one, two, three times, and then dragging over the seam of your sex to lap up your slick.

Not only was the man eloquent, but he was also persuasive with his tongue. Trembling in your seat, you sob out as your muscles tense against it. Your legs twitch against the shoulders of his suit, and you arch your hips up to grind against his face.

“Detective,” he prompts you, and you suck in a breath like you’re coming up for air after being suspended in water. Your eyes roll back, and you try to focus hard on what it is he’s requesting of you.

“Hngg- B-Blue has a go-good alibi—” you let out an obscene whine, the wet noises of his tongue dragging against your soaked pussy diverting you from the task at hand.

“Mhmm?” He hums, and the vibration has you bucking against his face again, sobbing out his name in a broken whimper.

“A-And I’m not sure about Purple!” You squeak out. God, it’s so messy. You’re soaking his face, and you’re sure you can see your slick glossing up his nose and chin. If you stained the seat, you’re not even sure he’d mind; the blues of his eyes engulfed by the black of his pupils.

It’s a wave of pleasure building, teasing at your abdomen and throbbing through you with each pulse of your heart. You inhale deeply, feeling it tease at the edges of your skin. You’re devastated, overpowered by the ecstasy clawing at the base of your spine— you don’t even notice what it is you’re saying.

"I-I-It was the- ohhhh fuck, Benny~" you sob out, tears rolling down your cheeks, “It’s you— Hgnn fuck!-!”

"Hm? Use your words, dear. You're makin' an accusation, you know. Don't want to slip your words now." He’s entertained by your bewilderment, “Especially when the person you’re accusin’ has given you a damn good alibi.”

You’re so far gone that you’re not even embarrassed that you’d just implicated the one person you could be sure wasn’t the killer. Swallowing sobs, you watch as Benoit circles your clit repeatedly with his tongue, eyes staring straight up at you and watching you come apart.

It all happens so fast. Your toes are curling in your shoes as the cramping sensation of your oncoming orgasm takes hold. One of your shoes falls off and clatters to the floor, and Benoit places the flat of his palm against your pubic bone.

“Oh God-!” You choke out, whining as he continues with the devastating pattern he’s drawing. “I’m gonna— Shit, Benny, it’s—“

He’s nodding without removing his mouth from you as though he’s telling you ’I know’. It’s shoving you right off the edge, those beautiful blue eyes blinking slowly and taking in every inch of the image of ecstasy on your face.

It pulses right between your legs, throbbing against his tongue like a pulse. You scream out his name, all of the muscles in your body tensing so hard that you’re cramping. Your vision goes white, and you’re gripping Benoit’s hair so tightly that you’re surprised you don’t rip any out.

You’re suspended for a moment, and then everything melts away, every inch of your body melting against the plush of the seat. Distantly, you recognise the smile against his lips, pressed to your skin.

“… Who was it?” You slur like you’re drunk on the dopamine he’s just overdosed you on. He laughs heartily, and you can’t help but smile with him.

“Blue.”

“Fuck!” You gasp out, palms covering your face and digging your nails into your hairline. As if! “When on earth did you figure that out, Benny?”

He sits back on his knees, pulling the handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiping his chin and nose to remove the slick you had rubbed onto him. “Mhmm… Why, I figured it out the moment you laid out the cards.”

You scoff now, disjointedly sitting up in your chair. The muscles of your arms are like jelly, and you struggle to raise yourself. “Are you that good that you could tell at first glance?”

Again, a smug smile plays at the edge of Benoit’s lips, his eyes flicking up to your face.

“No… I simply saw the cards you drew.”

END

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bamesthetrumpet · 4 years

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Benoit Blanc X F!Reader- a stranger in the night

WARNINGS: Slight mentions of someone stalking the reader.

PROMPT: “Please act like you know me. Someone is following me.”

This is my first fic so please don’t judge too hard. Criticism and comments are welcome. Send me requests for Benoit Blanc if you have any! I want to try and work on my writing skills!

Gif is not mine

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Benoit Blanc was not one to actively seek out strangers. During his cases, sure, but in his free time? Well, that was another story. For Benoit, it was just another day coming back from the office. He had locked up rather late, as per usual, and it was already dark out. He pulled out his phone and was about to pop in his earbuds when he stopped in his tracks. He could practically feel that something wasn't right. He casually observed his surroundings, trying to maintain a cool exterior, and his eyes caught those of a young woman. They stared at each other for a second or two before the woman burst into a smile. "Baby!" she exclaimed, running up to Blanc and throwing her arms around his neck. Benoit was so caught off guard that he was frozen in confusion. "Please pretend you know me. Someone is following me," she said in a low tone, panic laced in her voice. Benoit slowly moved his hand around her waist and pulled away from the hug with a smile plastered all over his face. "Darling! Where have you been? I've been waiting for you!" Instantly the girl relaxed, giving an appreciative smile at the complete stranger she just called baby. "I’m sorry, I got... caught up in something. You know how work can be." Benoit barely paid attention to what she was saying as he scanned the area for the person who was following this young woman. After a couple seconds of searching, his eyes landed on a man standing about half a block away from them underneath a bus station terminal, his eyes glued on them. Benoit looked back at the young lady, a smile returning to his face. He grasped her hand lightly in his as he started walking down the street, the lady matching his pace. "How long has this man been following you?" "About 10 minutes," answered the woman. "I'm Y/N by the way." "Detective Benoit Blanc at your service," he replied, sending a warm smile her way. "Benoit Blanc? Like the detective?" "The one and only. Miss Y/N, do you live nearby?" "Yes just a couple of blocks away. It shouldn't take long to get there." Benoit nodded siltently, his head slowly turning to see if the man was still following them. He was. "Now Miss Y/N, I do not mean to alarm you, but this man is still following us," Benoit said in a low voice. He instinctively pulled the woman a little close to himself, trying to make it seem like he was whispering something romantic to her. He saw the fear in her eyes slowly come back as she processed what he was saying. "My apartment is close so it shouldn't be much longer until we get there." "If you do not mind, it would probably be best if I come inside until we know that this man has left you for good. I want to make sure that you are truly safe before I take my leave." Y/N nodded. "Of course. I'm so grateful for you going along with this so you're more than welcome to stay for a little bit." Benoit nodded and sent her another smile. They continued to walk in silence, hands grasping one another. Y/N motioned to an apartment complex ahead of them. "There it is. The dump I call home." Benoit chuckled a little. As they got to the door, Y/N quickly unlocked the door, ushering Benoit in before closing the door and locking it. She looked up at Benoit and let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding as she flicked on the lights. "Would you like a glass of water or some tea?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen. "Tea is just fine dear," Benoit replied, analyzing the apartment that he had just walked into. It was small, very small. It was very cozy and quaint however. Benoit walked over to the small couch in the center of the room, sitting down slowly. Just as he sat down, Y/N made her way into the room with two cups of steaming tea in her hands. "I hope you don't mind peppermint tea. It seems like that's the only flavor I have right now," she said, sinking into the couch next to him and handing him a cup. She slowly sipped her tea while looking at him. Benoit silently responded with a quirked eyebrow. "Are you really the famous Benoit Blanc?" "Yes my dear, I am," he said quietly before taking a sip of tea. "Why? Do you have a case for me to solve?" Y/N laughed. "No! Nothing of the sort. I was just curious if the wonderful gentleman who walked me home was really the Benoit Blanc," she said with slightly flushed cheeks. Benoit chuckled. He looked down at his watch. He rose from his seat. "Well Miss Y/N, it was a pleasure meeting you but I'm afraid that I must be on my way," he said as he moved to the window of her apartment. He looked up and down the street, making sure that the man following them had taken his leave. "I am starting a new case tomorrow and I need to make sure that I arrive to the scene on time." He turned around to see Y/N standing a couple of feet away from him, her arms crossed on her chest. "Thank you so much for walking me home. I was so scared and I didn't know what to do. I cannot thank you enough for going along with me." "It was my pleasure darling," Benoit said with a twinkle in his eye that made Y/N flush. "Now if you need to contact me in the future, I will be more than happy to oblige again in that charade we pulled tonight. If this man continues to follow you, you can always put old Benoit on the case." Y/N laughed. Benoit took out a business card from his wallet and handed it over to Y/N as the two of them walked towards the front door. "Thank you Mr. Blanc. You have been such a help. I will contact you if this continues." Benoit smiled at the woman in front of him. He tipped an imaginary hat towards her and opened the door. "Goodnight Miss Y/N." "Goodnight Mr Blanc." With that, Benoit Blanc stepped out onto the sidewalk. As soon as the door closed behind him, he let out a sigh. He finally popped his earbuds in and walked down the street, off into the night.

#knives out #daniel craig #benoit blanc #benoit blanc x reader

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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Benoit Blanc Masterlist

Updated: 07/03/2021

Imagines

Soulmate AU: The First Drawing You See From Your Soulmate is Tattooed On Your Skin

Headcanons

Benoit Blanc x Reader Ship Meme

Benoit Blanc x Reader Ship Meme II

Benoit Blanc x Reader Ship Meme III

Benoit Blanc x Reader Ship Meme IV

Benoit Blanc x Reader Ship Meme V

Fluff Alphabet Meme (D, Q, V)

Fluff Alphabet Meme (B, F, O)

Preferences

What Strange Being Are They?

What Does Amortentia Smell Like to Them?

Their Favorite Place to Kiss You

Misc

How They Spend Quarantine

#benoit blanc #benoit blanc imagines #benoit blanc x reader #knives out #regrettablewritings

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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A-Z Fluff With Benoit Blanc

Benoit Blanc x reader

Warnings:none I don’t think

Requested: by @undercanonthots, I don’t want to be annoying but I really enjoyed your alphabets and I was wondering if I could request some ideas of some other characters that I would love to see! A NSFW alphabet for Benoit and a SFW alphabet for Benoit and Alex! If you’re tired of doing alphabets that’s fine! Also, hope you’re doing well!

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy darling!

A = Activities (What kind of things do you do?)

You work with him probably so a lot of your time is spent up with cases so you see each other there everyday because you work together.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes! He would love a family, he loves kids and he’s very good with them despite what he may think. It’s easy for him to get along with them because he can turn into a child at the drop of a hat.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He likes to cuddle all intertwined together. He is pretty flexible about how it goes about, you on his chest on him on yours but he likes it all.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Benoit likes to treat you in any way that he can so he likes to be able to take you out to eat or shop. He is also very sentimental and romantic so they’re always such pleasing dates.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world)

You are his light

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He knew that he was in love when he first met you on a case. You were so smart and so observant that he was mesmerized by you and your voice. He knew he loved you even then.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Benoit is very gentle. He is almost scared he’ll break you when he’s awake but when he’s asleep there's no saying how tightly you’ll be held to his chest.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Not usually in public but sometimes when you’re eating dinner with people he’ll just hold your hand softly as you talk and listen.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

You were gorgeous and smart and obviously knew more than you were letting on.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not often. He’s pretty chill in that regard.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You did. He was a little shy about it but when you did it and confirmed his suspicions about your feelings it made him much more confident in the kiss.

L = Love (Who says ˜I love you™ first?)

He did actually. He’s very romantic about it as well.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

He likes to talk about the time you guys went on a road trip for a case and you forgot your bag of things. He thought it was adorable and you spent a lot of time giving him a hard time about letting you forget it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He does!

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

A light blue

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darlin, princess

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Shitty old books

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He really enjoys reading and watching old movies.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Sleeping, relaxing, taking a load off.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Cases, your ideas, things he and you do together or can do together.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Reading

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His stack of cases he’s figured out

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposed to you pretty out of the blue which was unlike him but you were able to really enjoy it because it was just the two of you.

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Be my mistake by the 1975

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Of course!

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

A dog probably.

#benoit blanc x reader #benoit blanc imagines

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