My inner goddess is laughing her ass off.
Sometimes, you don't know you needed a pop culture mashup until a writer just goes ahead and makes it happen. Case in point, the fantastic work twitter user kitblonde has done incorporating Marvel supervillian MODOK into EL James' spank fest Fifty Shades of Grey.
It starts innocently enough, Anastasia Steele finds herself in the lair of the mad scientist MODOK (an acronym for Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing) attempting to interview him for her university paper.
Awkwardly, she takes in her surroundings.
Everything else is white with subtle red flecks - ceiling, floors, and walls except, on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty-six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisite - a series of images of Captain America suffering intense humiliation at the hands of MODOK himself, rendered in such precise detail they look like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking.
"A local artist! Red Skull! HE IS INFERIOR BUT WILL PROVIDE ME WITH SERVICES IN EXCHANGE FOR CURRENCY," shouts MODOK when he catches my gaze.
"They’re lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary," I murmur, distracted both by him and the paintings. He cocks his head – his whole body, really – to one side by tilting his hoverchair and shifting the tremendous weight of his grossly enlarged cranium and regards me intently.
"I couldn’t agree more, Miss Steele," he replies, his voice intense and alarming, and for some inexplicable reason I find myself blushing.
The attraction between the two is apparent and Ana can't believe she's falling for the longtime foe of so many heroes.
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.
You can check out the whole lip biting extravaganza over at the Fifty Shades of MODOK tumblr.