Not a Drill: Somebody’s Making Fifty Shades of M.O.D.O.K.

This is M.O.D.O.K., the Mental Organism Designed Only for Killing. This is a quote from 50 Shades of MODOK, a blog that’s rewriting 50 Shades of Grey with M.O.D.O.K. instead of Christian Grey:

“Oh, fuck the paperwork, I WILL NOT BE A PRISONER OF MY OWN RED TAPE, WOMAN,” he howls. He floats toward me, the metal carapace necessary to prevent his enormous head from crushing the rest of his tiny little skeleton pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in a vice-like grip above my head with a retractable clamp I didn’t see him deploy and he’s pinning me to the wall using his shriveled legs. Holy shit. Another appendage – it is becoming apparent that his suit contains many – grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his gigantic lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, which encompasses most of my head now, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full advantage, the very tip of his skateboard-sized tongue swiping back and forth across my mouth. I have never been kissed like this.

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