Don't own them. Weep.
It's not like I'm the big bad quarter troll who likes to viciously rape Mr. dewy eyes.
I'm actually all human, even though I do a lot of grunting and being held back.
Verbal communication is hard. And school is just a place to play Quidditch on a flashy pitch.
So there.
Wood is never viciously raped. He is viciously fucked. I don't abuse him. Much. If I do, the cheeky bugger likes it.
The point is I don't take advantage of his innocent, innocent soul. He's not innocent.
Oliver Wood is a sinning bastard more often than not.
He's got those eyebrows that never let me forget I'm thick.
And his back does that insolent wiggle under you which means " get a move on you meek fuck".
Mr. dewy eyes –his eyes really are dewy and… gooey– viciously fucks with my mind.
Say that to him and he'll just hitch that little eyebrow up and cock his head.
And go:
" Sounds like you're in love Marcus."
And grin.
