Y’know how you read something and your brain can’t tell if you should be delighted, grossed out, amused, freaked out, or just plain confused? That was my reaction when I discovered this Tumblr called Fifty Shades of MODOK.
Fifty Shades of MODOK is described as “A young woman’s erotic awakening at the proportionally tiny hands of a megalomaniacal supervillain, as told to @kitblonde”. Here’s an excerpt:
My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind, like I’m vainly licking a damp comforter that someone is swirling around my entire head. He brings a many-segmented exoskeletal appendage up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his little bitty legs bracketing my hips. I feel the industrial-grade titanium of his armor against my belly. Oh my… He wants me. MODOK, howling-mad super-genius, wants me, and I want him, here… now, in the elevator, if it is even possible to access his erogenous zones while he is encased in metal and bristling with weaponry.
“You. Are. So. Sweet. You. Inferior. Mental. Gnat,” he shouts in my face, each word a staccato.
Yeah. I found this thanks to a friend and I don’t know if I should thank her or hate her forever. In either case, I had to share it because I didn’t want to be alone with my confusion. I just hope there’s more to come.