When Ben had suggested you do a little photoshoot for him, having come back from the store with a shit ton of clothes for you to try on, you didn't hesitate one second. You liked to feel pretty and wanted and Ben would most definitely make you feel both of those things, right? He had bought a camera recently just for this occasion, having made Butcher teach him how to use it in the first place. It was basically a date, he'd set a time, requirements, everything. It was stupidly adorable.

"There she is," he smiles, a grin brightening his face the moment he sees you come out of the bathroom in the first outfit. There were a shit ton, but god knows whether you'd get through all of them knowing Ben. "Lady of the hour, stunning, my girl," he can't help but compliment you, setting up the camera so he can get you posing already. You look so good.

A lot of the stuff he picked is stuff from his era, like the stuff those pin up girls would wear back in the day. It makes his heart swell to see you dressed like the ladies of his time, all pretty. You've never seen him so damn happy.

"Can you.. wait, here," placing down the camera, he makes his way over to you. You were sat down on the bed already, so he comes over. His calloused hands are so gentle as they move you into the pose he wanted, lifting your legs and allowing you to stretch out on the bed. He lets out a breathless, "Yeah, that's the one," as he steps back to look at you. With a quick little tug at your stockings, fixing them, he grabs the camera again and crouches down. He has to commit to this, right? He wouldn't do anything less.

"Smile f'me, pretty," he murmurs, and he coos softly when he sees the photo afterwards. "That, that is perfect. Should put that in a fuckin' museum—actually, don't want some fuckin' creeps seein' my girl, might put it in my wallet.." He thinks outloud, before he looks back at you, beaming.

"Made for this, darlin'," he means it. "Alright, next one, y'ready?"