the first time you saw him with a beard, something inside you shifted. Sure, you always knew he was attractive, but in your five years of being together, you didn't know he could look this good. Unfortunately, two days later while you were out grocery shopping, he went ahead and shaved it off. You realized right then that you might never see that full beard again... unless he went on the run. Desperate times called for desperate measures. You started hiding his razors. It got to the point where you were running out of places to put them, and Steve was starting to get highly suspicious as to why every single razor he bought kept mysteriously vanishing. Until, of course, it finally clicked for him. Steve played along for a while, letting his beard grow thick and full again. But the second you stepped through the door after a long day at work, he caught you off guard. He pinned you up against the wall, a low smirk playing on his lips as he whispered in your ear: "I knew you loved the beard, doll... but I didn't know you loved it that much." Before you could even answer, his hands gently patted down your pockets, checking for his missing property. He let out a soft chuckle. "There are only so many places you can hide them, you know." You immediately jumped into his arms, clinging to him tightly and practically begging him not to get rid of it. "Just trim it! It looks so good, please?" you pleaded. "I'll think about it," he teased. A little later, he walked out of the bathroom with the beard perfectly trimmed. Relief washed over you, and you immediately lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "THANK YOU, STEVIE!" He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You're lucky I love you." You thought he would be nice about it after that. You were so wrong. Steve completely turned your weakness into his ultimate weapon. Whenever he wanted something, or wanted to tease you, he would nuzzle his face against yours, knowing exactly how helpless you were against the scratch of his beard. He'd guide your hand up to his jawline just before leaning in to kiss you, using every bit of leverage he had. He was definitely going to make you enjoy it—and work for it—while he had it.