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[elon-musk-fanfics]

I honestly have no questions, I just wanted to praise you for 'The 3rd Night' I legit could not stop reading and it hit my reaaaalllllyyyy intense size kink I have for Elon. Bless you xoxoxo

Thank you very much and I’m glad you enjoyed my story 💜

[elon-musk-fanfics]

when will you post the next fanfic?

Just published one today 🫶🏻

[elon-musk-fanfics]

The Arrangement

A Princess form another world is forced by her kingdom and world leaders to marry a chosen man named Elon Musk who she barely knows to prevent a war between her world and mankind’s.

Prologue:

My name is (Y/N), and I am the Princess of the Marine Kingdom. I’ve lived on both the land and sea for the past 7 years, and my mission has been to educate the humans about our world, and to educate my subjects about life on land.

Originally when the humans discovered us, my people were subject to the scientists, and even the military. They claimed they wanted to use us to create stronger and healthier humans by enhancing the human DNA with our stem cells, yet we were lied to. They’re true agenda was to use our powers for creating super soldiers for war.

We already hated the humans for what they’d done to our ocean with their disgusting pollution. Pollution has decimated billions of my people, and has made it nearly impossible for my people to reproduce. So when we also discovered they sought to use us to create soldiers for war as well, we said “enough”, and wanted nothing to do with the humans. Yet mankind is full of greed, and so they decided to wage war on us if we refused to cooperate.

If it wasn’t for a man named Elon Musk, the Marine Kingdom and humanity would have waged a terrible war. Elon cares about both his world and my world. In fact, he is trying to rid the oceans of pollution and get other people to follow his example. Also, Elon is trying to combat a population decline, because just as my people have lost the ability to reproduce, so has Elon’s.

As a result, the Marine Kingdom and the humans have decided to make an arrangement to unite both our worlds. Because Elon is the representative of humanity, and I am the representative of the Marine Kingdom, we have been assigned to marry each other, and have the first “children of peace”.

Chapter 1: The Mermaid

As I wave goodbye to my subjects who’d all gathered to watch me depart from the sea, I can’t help but feel torn. The sea is my home, and though I'm used to the human way of life, their world will forever feel alien to me. I clinch the damp sand with my webbed clawed hands, as I feel the transformation take place. Elon is at my side and ready to place a towel over my body to conceal my nakedness from the great number of people who’d gathered for the Departure Ceremony. I gasp and groan in pain as I feel my marine skin dry in the baking sunlight, my scales tightening, my lungs burning as I must breath in the air rather than the water.

Another 5 minutes of agony, and then it all ends, I feel what I can only describe as being “human”. At this point, Elon has the towel around my fleshy human body, and has lifted me to stand on what has now become my feet. I look behind me to my withered slimy skin and what was once a beautiful tail. “Are you ready?” Elon asks me, a tone of concern mixed with his deep mixed accented voice. “Yes,” I reply, accepting that this is my royal duty - to become one with humanity and unite our worlds.

Elon’s body guards are with us now, and we make our way back up the Californian Beach, where we’d then have to wade through an ocean of onlookers being held back by the police and military. Cameras, flash, reporters yell out their questions, yet Elon and I just keep moving forward until we make it to his car, a black cybertruck. He and I get into the back of the car, Elon’s bodyguards closing the doors behind us. We get in just in time, as two gunshots are fired and bounce off the metal body of the truck. “Stupid terrorists!” Elon hisses through his teeth, “We try to make peace and some group is always resistant to change.” I hear yelling and screams outside, our driver quickly gets us away from the area, and we are escorted by a SWAT team.

“Are you okay?” Elon asks me again. Smiling weakly, I assure him I'm fine, despite being terrified inside. He takes my hand into his and rubs his thumb gently over my skin, “You are so beautiful, and I promise we will make this work,” he assures me. I nod, and then take my hand from his, placing it onto my lap.

I’m not used to his human affection. It is foreign, for my people do not display such acts. We have our own customs of showing “love”, yet it is so different. We do not have lifelong partners in the water, we violently mate and we depart. We give birth and the mermen raise our young. They train them to hunt, to be independent, to be fighters, to survive. We are a primal people. Yet now I must learn new customs, and slowly I am making changes. Yet I do not know if I will ever become accustomed to human affection.

The drive is long, for we must go to the airport and board Elon’s jet. Then we will fly to New York City. In 3 days time, our wedding will be held at the headquarters of the United Nations. It will be broadcasted live, so that billions can witness this powerful peace deal. Between now and then I must prepare my mind and body. I have 3 days to become a proper wife, a proper lover, whilst preparing for the fact that soon I must mate with Elon so that we can create the children of peace - who will fulfill the symbolic unity between humanity and the Marine Kingdom.

Elon seems to sense my tension, and he offers to help ease my mind by showing me videos of his rockets. During my past 7 years on land I’ve become obsessed with the idea of spaceflight and the prospect of exploring other planets as a multiplanetary species. Something that I do enjoy about Elon is how knowledgeable he is, and how he’s so good at explaining things to me. I’m a fast learner, so I catch on to everything he says very quickly.

Marine people, despite having a primal existence, are capable of learning up to 10 times faster than even the most intelligent of humans. That’s what the scientists discovered about my kind when they were running tests on us. Another thing I appreciate about Elon is how fast of a learner he is too. If it weren’t for him being human, I’d say he has the mind like that of a marine person.

After watching rocket videos for an hour, Elon and I start discussing his plans for the future, once things settle down. He explains that after a year or so, all the hype about our arranged marriage will “chill out” and life will go back to normal. I can see why he thinks this way, as he is used to chaos, however for me, my life will never be normal again.

When we arrive at the airport, we are greeted by more crowds, the SWAT team and the police keep them back as we quickly make our way to Elon’s jet. Once inside, I make my way to the plane’s bathroom, quickly rinse the sand off my body in the shower, and slip on the sexy black velvet dress Elon had bought me. Afterwards I return to Elon and sit beside him, crossing my leg over my lap. Elon whistles and tells me how hot I look, which causes me to blush. “You could be a model, you’re so beautiful, love,” he says seductively. “Also, when we get to NYC, we will be staying at one of my friend's fancy penthouse. It’s so beautiful, totally fit for a Princess,” Elon winks and gently nudges me with his elbow. I ask Elon if he is referring to his “friend” President Trump, and his penthouse at Trump Tower. “She’s smart and sexy…” Elon giggles, “Yes, that’s where we will be staying. He is actually very excited to have us as his guests,” Elon replies and then goes back to checking his 𝕏 notifications on his phone.

Before long, the jet takes off, and I’m starting to feel tired. So I recline my seat and start staring at the white ceiling. I start to daydream, thinking about my future with this man I’d only known for a few weeks. I’d done a lot of research on him, even before I’d officially met him I learned of his existence years ago. It was his rockets and electric cars that fascinated me, along with his kindness towards the environment and humanity. I’d read a few books about him, learned of his horrific childhood, and felt pity for him for how much he’d suffered at the hands of his fellow humans.

I think I even saw him at a UN meeting a few months ago. He was the one who was staring at the ceiling, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, and seemed to be bored most of the time. He even got in trouble for giggling after he got caught up with something he was looking at on his phone. Probably one of those memes people post on his social media platform, 𝕏.

Fortunately he is a good person, his actions prove that. I just can’t believe the media hates him so much. But that is humans for you. Such strange creatures they are. My train of thought is suddenly interrupted by Elon’s laugh. He has a very cute laugh, and any time I hear him cracking up, I laugh too. “Look at this meme,” Elon says as he hands me his phone. It is a meme about the Roman Empire, supposedly the greatest empire known to mankind. “What I don’t get is why you humans think the Romans were so amazing. Historically they were a brutal people, and if their empire was so great then why did it collapse?” I ask, curious to hear what Elon would have to say on the subject.

He proceeds to explain the sentimentality of the Roman Empire to humanity, and talks about all the great things the Romans achieved, then Elon explains how population collapse had to do with the fall of the empire and people becoming too hedonistic. By the time he finishes, I better understand, yet still think it to be silly to call the Romans the GOAT. Especially since the marine kingdom has existed long before the Roman Empire. So I tell Elon of my people’s history, which fascinates him.

Something that I am grateful for is that I can indulge in intellectual conversations with Elon, for I don’t think I'd be able to handle spending the rest of my life with an average man. In general, most humans are rather stupid. Ironically, even Elon agrees with me on that.

Chapter 2: Crystal Ball

From deep within the blackened heart of the Fae Realm, the Unseelie president sits upon her throne of rubble and rose thorns gazing into her crystal ball. She mutters to herself “Can’t let you go”, and then proceeds to chant in her native language of darkness. Miss Anthropocene watches the actions of (Y/N) and Elon closely, desperately trying to formulate a plot for destruction.

The Fae are known for their distain towards humans, and after the election of a new president to rule over their realm, the Unseelie Court decided to promote propaganda to persuade the Seelie Fae to side with them in their quest for vengeance for the sickness of Mother Earth caused by mankind’s pollution.

Miss Anthropocene, the President and ruler of the Unseelie, leads this mission passionately.

“The mermaid doesn’t love Elon, and he no doubt feels the same. This arrangement of theirs can all fall apart so easily, with a little encouragement ofcourse. And after I break them apart, the Marine Kingdom and Mankind will wage war, meaning the sea will rise and drown them all, just as the great flood once did,” Miss Anthropocene says aloud, “And as for you, Elon Musk, humanity’s savior. I look forward to making you suffer all in the name of love.”

With that, Miss Anthropocene switches the view on her Crystal Ball to that of a young artistic woman named Claire, “And you will be my conduit. You’re gullible enough to make a deal with me in exchange for fame. I’ll make you into a powerful and influential woman, people will know your music, and know your connection to the Fae, yet little will they know that you have signed away your soul to the Unseelie - becoming a pawn in my game!”

Meanwhile, back at Trump Tower in New York City, Elon and (Y/N) are spending some time alone together in the penthouse, trying to plan out their honeymoon. “I’ve scheduled 12 days off work, so unless it’s a life or death situation, nobody is to contact me about anything. I’ve never done that before for any of my past honeymoons, but you know what, I’m 53 years old and I want to truly enjoy just one vacation before I die, haha.” Elon laughs and runs his thick pale hand through his dark wavy hair. “So tell me, do you have somewhere in mind you’d like to honeymoon? Anywhere is cool with me so long as it’s not South Africa,” the handsome thicc man adds.

“I don’t know, Elon. I thought we’d go to Texas and you’d continue your work at Starbase. You don’t have to treat me like a Princess, you know. My life as a royal is over. I’m to be nothing more than your soon to be human wife now,” I coldly reply looking out the large tinted glass window, down at the filthy city - the epitome of mankind’s dissonance from the natural world.

Elon walks up behind me and gently wraps his long thick arms around my small body, pulling me into an embrace, “You are more than a princess now, you are my soon to be wife, which means you are the most precious thing on this Earth to me. You’re a gift from God in my eyes, a dream come true! I want nothing more than to love you for the rest of my life, (Y/N),” Elon whispers to me. He then gently turns me to face him and kneels before me, taking hold of my small dainty right hand and looking up to meet my gaze with tears in his dark green hazel eyes that remind me of a kelp forest. “I only w-wish to be loved by y-you…” Elon states in a choked up voice, “I beg of you please… please love me… you're my last hope…”

With that he plants his soft lips upon my hand, kissing it ever so gently, tears rolling along his cheeks while he shuts his eyes. Seeing him like this and knowing of his past hurts. I’m to marry this man, and I don’t really know how to deal with his emotional needs. I want to console him at least, for I hate seeing him be so upset. Deciding to do something I’ve never done before, I stoop down and grab onto him, giving him a hug.

“Elon, I’m so sorry… You shouldn’t have to go through this,” I whisper to him, feeling his tears dampen my shoulder and he rests his head on the side of my neck. “You shouldn’t have to go through this either,” Elon replies, his hot breath whisping over my bare skin giving me a foreign sensation - what is called having “butterflies in one’s stomach”.

It’s at this moment I realize how soft Elon’s skin feels against mine, and how his scent smells what I can only describe as alluring, in a primal kind of way. Is this my human body’s natural reaction? Or something else? I wonder to myself. I’d studied human biology, thus I know how reproductive instincts can influence the sensations of the 5 senses. Yet I’ve also read how “love” something that’s more of a metaphysical thing, can influence the 5 senses as well.

I decide to give in to my new body’s instincts, and begin to caress Elon and do my utmost to comfort him. Slowly running my hands up his back, I feel his muscles fluctuate between being tense and relaxed. I leave my left hand between his shoulder blades while my right continues up to his soft dark wavy hair of which I begin to gently stroke. As I do this, Elon lets out a soft moan and begins nuzzling and rubbing his face across my neck.

I start to feel the sensation of butterflies again, and also the desire to do the same to Elon as he is doing to me, which leads to us both softly moaning and pressing our bodies closer. I end up falling backward and Elon lays on top of me. He pulls me down under him and I try to wrap my legs around his thicc lower body. Elon gently places his forearms under my upper back and cups the back of my head with his large hands.

His breath has quickened, and his moans have become louder. I can tell he is enjoying this, and I am too. We are face to face now, still nuzzling each other, and then Elon begins to tenderly kiss my face with his soft lips. I kiss him back, wanting him to feel the same sensation he is giving me, and then our lips meet for the first time. I pull him close, holding his large body over me and squeezing him. I want more of him… I want to taste him…

Parting my lips, I am about to press my tongue towards Elon, when my mouth is greeted by his warm tongue along with an adorable moan. He tastes somewhat sweet. We French kiss for what feels like an eternity, holding our breath as we do so. We finally come up for air from our dive into a passionate kissing session, and Elon looks at me for a moment, with lustful eyes. He then scoops me up, stands, and carries me bridal style off to the master bedroom.

Elon gently sets me down on the bed and then lays down beside me taking me into his arms and cuddling me. I cling onto him, and bury my face under his chin and kiss his soft patchy beard or “face fluff” as I call it. Something I’ve always thought to be adorable about Elon is his facial hair it’s just as cute and chaotic as his personality.

Our cuddles and kisses continue until the sky begins to darken, and Elon states that he’s starting to feel peckish. The last thing I ate was seaweed and rockfish this morning. So I was feeling hungry as well. “Wanna go get sushi?” Elon asks me and kisses my forehead. “There’s some really amazing places to get sushi here in New York,” Elon adds.

I ask Elon if it’s really wise for him and I to go out in public since we were just on National TV. “People will recognize us, especially you,” I mention, and kiss the tip of his nose. “I have a disguise I can wear. Trump and I wear similar sized clothes and he has a ton of clothes I’d never wear in my life personally, but just for the halibut I’ll go incognito tonight. I even have a rental car for us to drive. It’s a BMW, because a Tesla would be too obvious,” Elon explains and kisses my cheek.

He then gets up and stretches his large frame, “Also I got you a lot of clothes there in the closet to your right, that’s Melania Trump’s closet. I’m glad you did that photo shoot with Time magazine a few weeks ago, they were able to give me your measurements,” Elon states as he gets up and goes to fetch his garments of choice from the closet on the left side of the room that belongs to President Trump.

I get up off the bed and walk over to Melania’s closet. When I open the door the lights automatically turn on and my jaw drops. The closet is huge and full of the most beautiful clothes, shoes, and accessories. In the middle of the closet on a plush large round seat are the bags of clothes I see Elon had gotten me. Some of the brand names I recognize, others I don’t. I open the bags finding cute shoes, sexy dresses, adorable suits, all made from materials of leather, merino wool, cashmere, silk, satin, soft cotton and decorated with threads of gold, silver, and crystals.

I put on a tight fitting white silk strapless top, black leather pants, and black runway style pumps. Next I accessorize with a sterling silver necklace with a starship pendant, pearl earrings, and a silver point elven style diadem that was handmade in Russia, after I brush my hair. Next I look through a bag of makeup from Chanel and pick out a color pallet, some liquid eyeliner, mascara, and blood red lipstick.

Next I sit at the vanity in the closet and do my makeup, where I use the eyeliner and black eyeshadow to give myself siren eyes, and highlight with some silver eyeshadow. Lastly I do my lashes and apply the lipstick adding a skiff of silver over my lips to add a bit of extra glitter.

From there I make my way out of the closet and find Elon sitting on the edge of the bed looking at something on his phone. “You might want to grab a jacket. It’s supposed to start raining at any secon-“ and with that the room rumbles with the sound of thunder after a flash flickers across the sky and briefly illuminates the room.

I go back into the closet and grab a long black wool coat and then return to Elon. “Wow, you look amazing,” he says as he looks at me. “Thanks, you look rather dashing yourself, Mr. Musk,” I smile. Elon is dressed in a black suit, wearing a white button up underneath. “I thought you were going to wear a disguise though?” I ask, noting his typical yet handsome “dressed up” look. “I tried on 4 different outfits and all of Trumps clothes are too tight. My chest is too wide and my butt is too thicc,” Elon sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “If anyone recognizes me I’ll just tell them my name is Fred Smith and that I’m always being told I look like the Musky guy,” Elon giggles, “I even have a fake drivers license to show them ‘proof’ of my Fred identity.”

“Okay Fred, let’s go,” I laugh. Elon and I then leave the penthouse and take the elevator down to the parking garage. There, we get into a black BMW M4. “Ugh so many buttons and not enough screen,” Elon growls as he tries to figure out what they all do so that he can find the navigation, “and no FSD either. Who wants to drive these days anyways?” He chuckles.

After finding the navigation, Elon inputs an address to the sushi restaurant he wants to take me to. From there, we buckle up and drive out of the parking garage. “Watch this!” Elon giggles as he floors it to get out in front of all the traffic. “Fast but it’s still not a Tesla,” I laugh, “Also you make me nervous when you say ‘watch this’. I’ve read books about you and how the last time you did that you wrecked your McLaren F1 - almost killing yourself and Peter Theil,” I say and place my hand on his thicc thigh.

Elon laughs and tells me how when he wrecked the McLaren that it wasn’t insured, “My ex wife got pretty mad at me for wrecking that car. Sometimes I think she liked that car more than me I think at times,” he adds, thinking about the past.

“You know I’m just going to be honest with you Elon, but she probably did. Justine was a real bitch and I don’t get why you fell for her. Everyone saw the red flags, but you just went right into the trap,” I state, curious to hear what Elon has to say for himself and his crazy life choices.

Chapter 3: M4 Cruise

Elon becomes quiet, as we drive - staring out the window in a trancelike state. He is probably thinking about Justine, and I probably shouldn’t have said anything. I think to myself. Giving his thicc thigh a squeeze, I apologize for bringing up the past. Elon returns to reality and gives me a dumbfounded expression like he has no clue what I’m babbling about. “Huh? Were you telling me something? I spaced out again didn't I? Ugh… I’m sorry.”

“No Elon, you're fine,” I reply. “Were you thinking about your amazing work?” I ask and hope he just had one of his Elon moments and isn’t actually thinking about what I had told him about Justine. “Yeah. I came up with a solution to an issue we’ve been having with Starship and the heat shield tiles,” Elon replies and then continues explaining to me his thoughts.

By the time we finish talking about heat shield tiles, we arrive at our destination, and it’s raining outside - dumping buckets and the sky lights up with a flash of lightning. “Let’s just sit in the car for a bit and wait for this cell to pass over. I’d hate for us to get soaked,” I tell Elon. He nods, and then looks over at my shoes, “Those are cute, can you please put your feet on my lap so I can see them closer?” He asks awkwardly.

I do as I’m asked and Elon examines the shoes he’s bought me. “Yeah, these are cute on you,” he smiles and rubs my leg. “You’ve gotten me so many nice things today, so I’m gonna buy you dinner,” I tell him.

Elon leans over and tenderly kisses me on the cheek, “Thank you,” he whispers, “I sorta blew my personal budget on all this nice stuff for you, so I’m eternally grateful that you're offering to buy dinner.”

“You deserve to be spoiled for once, and as the Princess of the Marine Kingdom, I plan to spend the treasure of a trillion shipwrecks on you. The sea has more riches than you can fathom, dear Elon,” I reply with a smug grin. “No amount of oceanic wealth can amount to the treasure of having you in my life, (Y/N),” Elon states, kissing my cheek again. His sweetness makes me blush, and I get butterflies again.

Soon the rain lightens, enough for us to quickly exit the M4 and run inside the restaurant. Dinner goes by fast, for Elon and I get lost in conversation, and then before we know it the waiter brings us the bill. I pay, and we leave.

The time is now 9:25 PM, and Elon and I are exhausted yet full on our nominal sushi dinner. We drive back to Trump Tower and return to our room, immediately making our way to the bedroom. I fall backwards on the bed and Elon takes a seat at my feet, with his long thicc legs on either side of mine. He takes off his jacket and tosses it onto the chair beside the bed. Elon then gently takes hold of my ankles and begins carefully taking off the shoes.

With my shoes off he crawls up to lay beside me and pulls me into his arms. “Can we share this bed tonight? I don’t like sleeping by myself,” he says in a quiet, almost a pleading tone of voice. I cup his face with my hands and stroke his soft cheeks with my thumbs, “Yes Elon.”

We get ready for bed, and crawl into the soft cotton sheets. Elon cuddles up close to me and takes me into his arms again, pressing me against his plush half naked warm body. “I wish I never have to let go of you. The only thing keeping me from always being this close to you is my work for humanity,” he whispers and softly kisses my temple. I nestle my face under his chin and place my ear against his chest which allows me to listen to his heartbeat. “You sacrifice so much for people. You are a man of love, and I love that about you, Elon,” I reply.

We fall asleep like this, and wake up the following day still entangled with one another like washed up kelp on a beach. We gaze into each other's eyes for a while, and then begin a tender kissing session. I’ve fallen in love with Elon’s lips and the way he kisses me. He is full of the purest passion and is so affectionate.

“Want to go someplace to get breakfast or have it delivered?” Elon asks, when he comes up for air after French kissing me for a whole minute. “Let’s go out. And can you show me the sights of New York? I want to find out why people like it so much here,” I reply and kiss the tip of his nose.

Elon likes the idea and we get out of bed, freshen up, then decide to dress as casual as possible in order to blend in with all the other New Yorkers.

We start the day by having breakfast at a quaint mom and pop’s themed hole in the wall diner, then from there we walk the city streets for a bit. Elon points out the architecture of the few older Art Deco themed skyscrapers vs the newer more tasteless ones.

Next we take a cab to Central Park and we have a fun time trying to convince the driver that he doesn’t know us. Obviously he’s seen Elon and I before, yet fortunately he can’t figure out where. When the cab driver asks for our names we introduce ourselves as Jane and Fred Smith, and try not to laugh.

When we arrive at Central Park, Elon and I hold hands and take our time meandering along the paved paths, taking in the landscaped scener, statues, and observing the reactions of the people around us.

Some people would pass by and give us careless glares, others would raise a brow, and a few tried to approach us and asked Elon for a picture. Elon plays his part well, “Why do you want a picture with me if all people? I’m no celebrity,” he’d say and do his iconic Elon sonar laugh. “You must be full of shit to think I’m dumb enough to believe your clown act. You're Elon fucking Musk! Quit pulling my leg!” The stranger sarcastically replies.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. But seriously, my name is Fred Smith. Look here’s my drivers license,” Elon says smugly and proceeds to show the fellow his ID. The stranger is bewildered. “Well shit your Musk’s doppelgänger then. You two could be clones,” the stranger shrugs and walks off.

By the time we make it across the park, it’s past lunch time, and Elon and I are both hungry. Fortunately there’s a hotdog stand, and so we get ourselves two large hotdogs, and afterwards we decide to take a cab so we can go to the Museum of Natural History. We spend our evening there and Elon shows me so many amazing things about land life, and when we get to the sections pertaining to the sea, I tell him the many secrets I know.

We leave at closing time and go to dinner at an Italian pizza restaurant. The pizza we order is huge, and customized to our likings. To my surprise, Elon likes anchovies on his pizza as much as I do.

After dinner, he and I go for another walk to look at the city at night. “We’ve only seen a fraction of the city, and I wish we had time to explore even more. You know, I really enjoy doing this with you. Just going around and enjoying the world as is. I’ve been so caught up with my work of trying to make the best future possible for humanity that I’m not spending time in the now,” Elon sighs and runs a hand through his soft wavy dark brown hair.

“How much do you get to really just enjoy the present? I know you travel everywhere, but it’s always for business, less so for pleasure,” I reply and wrap my arm around his waist. “I try to when I think about it,” Elon says, “but honestly I don’t think I do it enough. I’ve come to realize that I get to see more of the big picture than be able to sit and enjoy all the tiny details,” he adds.

“What’s crazy is by this time tomorrow we will be married, Elon, and I feel like there’s so much more exploring I want to do with you,” I state as my mind drifts back to our next move in life. “Well married or not there is still plenty of exploring we can do together. Try not to think of it as restrictive,” Elon says reassuringly, “Just know that whatever the future holds, I’ll be here for you.” I thank Elon and give him a side hug as we continue to walk and observe the city after dark.

By 9:42 PM, we are back at Trump Tower and laying in bed cuddled up again, whispering sweet nothings to one another and enjoying each other's company. “I don’t want this to ever end. My heart craves love and romance,” Elon says and gets teary eyed. I hold him close and whisper to him, “This is the beginning, yet this beginning will have no end. I’ve become determined to love you to the best of my abilities, Elon, always and forever.”

Chapter 4: White Wedding

The United Nations building is packed with dignitaries from all around the world. Even the media and paparazzi are here snapping photos and filming anything they deem important.

Elon and I arrive 4 hours early so we can be interviewed, speak to world leaders, or their representatives, and so forth. Two hours before the ceremony starts, Elon and I are whisked off by hired makeup artists and designers, and tailors to our dressing quarters - rooms of the building that have been set up as a place for us to “put on our costumes”. The goal is to have us ready in an hour so that we can do a quick rehearsal, which Elon and I both thought to be dumb because we’d rather just keep things real. However because this is an arranged marriage, everything is controlled to put on a show for the public eye.

The dress I’m put in is white and decorated with small shells and pearls, the color changes as the dress goes down, featuring light blues, greens, and fades to a black at the base with glitter. I am told the colors represent purity (white) and the unity between the sea (blues and greens), my home world and the night sky (the black glitter) - Elon’s world of stars and planets.

By the time I’m finished, I’m so layered up with makeup that I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror. “This is too much. I don’t even look like me…” I sigh and look at the reflection in the mirror. Of course the makeup artists try to assure me that I’m “so beautiful” yet to me I look fake. Just as unreal as this day. Will Elon even recognize me? I wonder to myself.

An hour later, Elon and I are both going over our rehearsal with a professional officiant in a separate room. Once we’re finished, we get ready for the real deal in the General Assembly Hall. Soon I am standing before Elon, who is dressed in a black velvet tux. He smiles warmly and looks at me with love in his eyes.

The professional officiant starts the ceremony by reiterating the significance of our arranged marriage - to forge an alliance between mankind and the marine kingdom. From there we each make a short speech. I stuck to my memorized script, yet was taken aback when Elon didn't: “My purpose in life is to serve humanity, and make a better future for every person on this planet. Yet this wedding, despite being arranged, is my personal choice. During the past months of getting to know one another, I’ve fallen in love with (y/n), and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her,” Elon says and begins to get choked up. “I’ve been married twice in my life, yet I didn’t fall in love with my heart. Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.”

“True love, unlike love born in the brain, is an emotional odyssey that transcends logic. It's profound, intuitive, and enduring, often defying reason for a connection that feels both fated and transformative. While intellectual love might analyze and critique, true love accepts, grows, and endures, rooted in the heart rather than the mind. For the first time, I do believe I have truly fallen in love with my heart.”

As he speaks, Elon gazes into my eyes and conveys a profound energy to the point that I am moved to tears. I run to him and embrace him in my arms. “I love you,” is all I manage to say in between sobs. Our audience awed at our moment, some got teary eyed, and a few clapped. Even the professional officiant was sniffling. Elon just has a way with words sometimes that really moves people's hearts. Or maybe it's his energy. Whatever his power be, it’s truly beautiful.

Next, the professional officiant asks the audience “speak now or forever hold your peace” and that’s when the lights flicker and the doors to the General Assembly Hall burst open. “I object!” A shrill female voice shouts. Everyone’s attention is turned to the objector, a female with long neon orange colored curly hair, fiery red eyes, pale skin, pointed ears, and blood red lip. Her clothes are styled with a mix of medieval armor, grunge and neon green chunky sole combat boots. In her manicured clawed hands, she holds the hilt of a long double edged sword that glimmers in the light, and points the tip towards Elon and I. “Step away from the thicc billionaire, marine scum!” she yells, and out from behind her back a pair of bat wings extend.

“Anthropocene!” Elon hisses through his teeth, “Of all the times you decide to show up in my life you turn up uninvited to my wedding! And how dare you address the Princess of the Marine Kingdom in such a way!” Elon growls, and holds me close as if shielding me from the strangers obscene talk.

“Who is she and how did she get here?” I ask Elon, “She’s my ex-girlfriend who’s fallen victim to the Woke Mind virus,” he replies. “You think you can just leave me so easily? I’m the mother of your precious children for god’s sake! Your soul belongs to me, we made a deal, you fat pig,” Anthropocene growls, “And you know what happens to those who don't honor contracts with the unseelie court do you not? It’s a crime punishable by death… rehehehe!” The poorly fashioned chick cackles and takes a few steps forward. “Take her down!” Elon commands, and sicks his body guards to arrest Anthropocene. “Bad move, you cheating whore!” Anthropocene yells and jumps - taking flight. Elon’s bodyguards end up falling over one another and then with the snap of Anthropocene’s fingers, they are held in place by an invisible force.

The rooms begin to fill with panic as Anthropocene flies around laughing maniacally. Cameras flash, and the media can’t believe what they are witnessing. Anthropocene lands in front of Elon and I, the professional officiant tries to intervene, but the wicked woman thrusts the blade of her sword into the officient’s heart! We all gasp in horror as Anthropocene strikes them dead and pulls her bloody blade from their corpse. She then licks the warm red liquid from her weapon and smiles, reviewing her fangs. “She’s a witch! Demon! Vampire!!” The audience screen in horror. Anthropocene turns to face them and screams: “I’m your worst nightmare, you elite pieces of shit!”

”What have you done?” Elon cries, “Leave us alone!” He begs and falls to his knees, and takes hold of the hand of the now deceased officiant “Anthropocene! You killed an innocent person! How could you?”

“You’re so naive, Elon. You really think the people in this room are oh so innocent. They have caused suffering to billions of lives all for their selfish agendas! Sick bastards! I’ll kill you all today for your sins!” Anthropocene mocks. “Over my dead body! You have no right to exercise judgment against them!” Elon says and stands up to face the wicked Vampire elf that stands before him. “Leave this place immediately, Anthropocene, and beg for forgiveness for the murder of the officiant!” I threaten, and take a step towards her. “Oh, (Y/N) Princess of the fish land. Like you have any jurisdiction over me. Why don’t you fuck off and go back to the ocean where you belong, you seaweed sucking hoe!” Anthropocene yells and attempts to strike me with her sword. Yet Elon pushes me out of the way and he falls on top of me. With that, the security team arrives and a tranquilizer shot is fired at Anthropocene. Yet it misses her and hits the podium behind us. With that, she hisses and takes flight again, to go after the security team.

The room quickly turns into a madhouse and everyone is in a panic trying to flee the scene. Elon and I make a run for it, yet because of the chaos, we are unable to exit the building and decide to hide in the “all gender” bathroom - their tall doors concealing our presence.

Elon is sobbing at this point, and sitting on the floor curled up into a ball, rocking to and fro - like a small stone that’s being pushed by the crashing waves of the sea. I kneel down beside him and put my arm around him. “This is all my fault… Elon mumbles, I give him a side hug and try to reassure him that its not, however he continues to cry and insists that it is. “Elon, Anthropocene is a creature of darkness, that isn’t your fault. All though do tell me how you know one another?”

“She’s my ex girlfriend, a wannabe pop star. She’s been using me to get famous, and agreed to bear children for me. I don’t understand why she is doing this. Anthropocene used to be quite nice, and wouldn’t hurt anyone. Yet she has gone bonkers and I am afraid…” Elon states, and shivers. I feel sorry for him. Elon is always getting sucked into weird and terrible relationships with women, and I’m no exception either. I’m a mermaid after all. At least I'm a nice mermaid…

Just then, there is a knock on the stall door, “I can smell your fear you know…” Anthropocene whispers ominously and slowly claws the door with her hand. “You really are pathetic, Elon Musk. Hiding and crying like the coward you really are.”

“JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE US ALONE!” Elon shouts, and curls up even tighter, “GO AWAY!” He cries out. “Why don’t you quit being a pussy and come out to fight me like a man, Elon. I’ve waited a long time to kick your fat ass,” Anthropocene giggles, and runs her finger along the bloody blade of her sword. “I’ve killed so many today, and I’ll kill your ugly fish woman too if you don't come out here and play with me.”

With that, Elon stands up, “Touch her and I’ll take everything away from you, Anthropocene. Don’t be naive and forget who I am…” Elon growls, his mood suddenly shifting from like that of a young helpless child to something dark and dangerous. One thing I’ve learned about Elon is his mood can change as quick as the wind. He can go from being a tranquil sea to a violent storm. During his storm moments, you just have to ride the waves, otherwise you will drown.

Elon places his hand on the lock of the door and thrusts it open to unleash hell upon Anthropocene! As he does this, the vampire elf is knocked over and falls to the floor, losing hold of her sword as it slides away from her - the hilt hits Elon’s black leather boot and he picks up the weapon. “Remember the knight in your music video, the one that kills you during the chess match that you made to depict me?” Elon asks Anthropocene, and points the blade of the sword to her throat. “I’m not a killer, but I do play to win no matter the risk,” Elon adds and places the blade beneath Anthropocenes chin, gently lifting her head so that he can look into her eyes. “Don’t kill what you hate, save what you love. Who do you love, Anthropocene, your career, our children, another man?”

Antropocene looks into the thicc man’s eyes and realizes what she’s done, and that’s when a battle for control takes over her mind, a battle between Claire, her true self and the unseelie fae spirit that is currently possessing her body that has created her into Anthropocene. She then falls backwards and begins convulsing on the floor as her consciousness returns and tries to reclaim her body. Seeing this, Elon drops the long swords and rushes to Claire’s side and places a hand on her forehead. He stares at her intently and then speaks in a firm voice: “Leave her body now and never return.”

With that, the lights begin to flicker, and out from Claire’s mouth emerges a black smoke that rises and looms over her motionless body. Elon looks up and continues to stare at the shadow entity. “LEAVE!” Elon yells, his deep voice shaking the room, and the shadow quickly vanishes - fleeing from the 3rd dimension back to it’s realm. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom bursts open and in comes the SWAT team to rescue Elon and I. They take care of Claire, and Elon and I are ushered away to safety.

Chapter 5: I Want You So Bad

Elon and I still got married that day, with the help of the US military. We weren’t going to let chaos give us a setback from honoring the arrangement. We marry in another meeting room, one that is much smaller, and this time we aren’t a spectacle for dignitaries or the media, as they had all fled the bloodbath caused by Anthopocene, who is now under arrest and being taken far away and being charged with terrorism.

Despite our messy appearances, we get pictures of our kiss to ‘seal the deal’, and laugh about how we got to have the “wedding of the century”. We receive an escort back to Trump Tower after all is said and done, and we are exhausted.

“Well that was officially my wildest wedding, and I’m so sorry it didn’t go as planned. That was hell,” Elon sighs and begins undressing out of his black velvet tux. “It’s a memorable experience, and that’s how weddings are supposed to be,” I laugh, trying to cheer Elon up. “Well still, you deserve better than this, and I will find a way to make it up to you somehow. I’m going to go shower so I can get this crazy makeup off my face. I look like a fucking pansy…” Elon groans and walks off to finish undressing in the luxury bathroom.

Once Elon is gone, I decide to take a few red roses from my wedding bouquet and sprinkle them to create a path towards the bed from the bathroom, and toss the rest across the bed. Next I take the candles from the living room and dining area to decorate the bedroom with them, setting a romantic candle-lit scene. I wanted to surprise Elon with something beautiful and probably something no one has ever done for him before.

Fortunately Elon takes long showers, so this gave me some time to finish setting things up for his little surprise and also prepare myself for the activities to come. There’s an extra bathroom and shower, so I am able to quickly wash the makeup and crap off my face and get all the foofy hair product out of my hair.

Once out of the shower, I dry off and put on the sexy black silk pajama set Elon had bought me, and I run to the kitchen to grab the bottles of champagne and plate of chocolates I’d ordered to be put in there by the room service.

By the time Elon is out of the shower, I’m sitting on the bed with a glass of Champagne between my fingers and an orange milk chocolate candy in my mouth. Elon walks out of the bathroom wearing a SpaceX tshirt and plaid pajama bottoms, and his face makes a funny expression when he steps on a rose petal. “What’s all this?” He asks, and smiles backwards in such a cute innocent way. “I know you like romantic things, so I wanted to do something nice for you. Come have a drink and some chocolate, love,” I reply and smile.

Elon blushes and wiggles his shoulders bashfully as he walks over to the bed and lays down beside me. I place down my Champagne glass and grab the one I’d poured for him along with a plate with 6 chocolates, and hand these to Elon. “Thank you,” he hums and begins ogling the delicious chocolates.

I sit beside him and watch him sip his drink and eat his treats. He looks so happy and content, and I just wish I could always see him this way because for a brief moment, his mind appears to be at peace.

Once he finishes, Elon sets his plate and empty glass on his bedside table and gets into the sheets. I decide to do the same, and we find ourselves laying beside one another and staring at one another in silence, as if we couldn’t believe any of this was even real.

Elon is the first to break the silence, “Do you want to consummate now or wait till tomorrow? I’m fine with whatever you decide, I just know you had a stressful day and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything,” Elon says with a sincere look in his beautiful dark green eyes. Elon is secretly overwhelmed with emotions of love and longing. He wants (Y/N) so badly, to claim her as his, yet it is humility and self control holding him back from giving in to such desires.

I began to feel aroused by Elon’s question, because despite everything that had happened today, this moment was what I was waiting for. I wanted to be close to Elon more than anything, to become one with him. “I want you so bad” I whisper to him and nestle closer to him. Elon’s eyes light up and he quickly wraps his arms around me and pulls me in. I become engulfed by his warmth and big soft plush body. I rest my head against his chest and I hear his heart beat. It is strong and beautiful just like the rest of him.

Elon softly kisses my face, and I do the same, and also nuzzle him. He moans softly as I touch his chest, feeling his soft flesh and giving his bosoms a gentle squeeze. I slowly work my way at taking his shirt off, for I want to see his beautiful luminous pale body.

When I get his shirt off, I lay on his chest again, and begin covering him with kisses. Working my way from the base of his neck down to his tits, to which I give each attention, making Elon moan and whimper - begging me not to stop. So I keep at this for a while, and Elon goes on to tell me how he’s never had a woman pay attention to his chest before. “If you wouldn’t mind, let’s make this a regular thing during sex,” Elon purrs.

Next we undress and cuddle naked in the sheets, feeling the warmth and softness of our own skin touching one another. I'm kissing Elon’s face and have a hold of his large hand - keeping my free hand at the back of his head feeling his wavy soft brown hair.

Elon positions himself so that he rests his thigh on my hip, exposing his large girthy erect member which finds itself close to my wet entrance. I proceed to move my body closer to him, and then feel his dick slide across me, giving me a wonderful sensation. “Mhmm, you’re wet for me,” Elon hums in between our kisses.

“Here, get on top of me,” Elon says and rolls onto his back. I crawl up on him and lay across his cuddly smooth pale body placing my legs on either side of his and I place my arms under Elon’s big shoulders so I can hold myself over him.

Using one of his long thick muscular arms, Elon reaches down across my body and positions himself for me to sit back a bit and slide him inside. I gasp and begin to slowly rub myself against Elon, causing him to moan softly at first, then getting louder as time passes.

My desire for his love and affection grows as I cling to his body and cry out his name. With his strong arms, Elon holds me close, eliminating all distance other than our physical forms separating our spirits from conjoining. We look intently into each other's eyes as we bond. Passionately entangled, (Y/N) and her lover climax, they are now paired for life.

Elon plants his seed deep inside the womb of (Y/N), and she becomes impregnated. Their child coming to life in secret, a new consciousness to be welcomed into the world in 9 months from now to be reckoned as the first “child of peace”.

Every chapter title is named after a song that inspired me to compose this story 🧜🏼‍♀️🎶

[elon-musk-fanfics]

Man at the Portal - an Elon Musk Fanfiction

You are in the forest, and you meet the thicc giga daddy of your dreams. ✨🌲🌳🪨✨

Part 1: The Forest

It was a fine fall day. About 38 degrees out. I could see my breath. The ground was wet and the trees were dripping from last night's rain. Pretty typical for a Forest on the west coast.

I had decided to take a break from school and ride my bike to the pond that was at the end of the boulevard. The name of the pond (well, as I like to call it) is the 80s portal. Me and my cousin decided to build a round rock formation of 8 large stones with one huge stone at the center. In the summertime, the pond dries up and the portal becomes visible.

As the story goes, you can orientate the rocks to calibrate different years. For instance, if you add another rock to the 8, you can go to the 90s. If you take away rocks, you could go to the 40s, and so on of course. But once you activate the portal, and go inside, if someone were to alter the rocks while you're away, you get trapped in the year you time traveled to forever.

Maybe someday the made up story about the 80s portal will become a popular legend in my state. Until then, I like to pretend it’s real. (Because we need stories like that to keep existence entertaining. Without imagination, life would be pretty dull and meaningless. At least for me it would be.)

Anyways, I was walking on the half a mile trail that leads to the “portal”. It was a sunny day, birds were peeping and singing, the trees were dripping from last night's rain, and the leaves and mud squished and crinkled beneath my feet as I walked.

It didn’t take long to reach the portal, and from there I went over to a spot beneath an old leaning rotting tree and sat. The ground was dry under the tree so I wouldn’t get my booty wet, which was rather convenient. I laid down and rested for a while, listening to the water drops hitting leaves throughout the forest and the birds talking. It was peaceful. Almost felt like I was in another world, which was how I always felt at the 80s portal.

The rock formation that my cousin and I had built was covered with water, as the water always covers them during the rainy season. Frogs croaked, and occasionally I’d hear a car drive by off in the distance, a leaf blower, and a jet fly over because I wasn’t far from a busy road that led into the nearby suburb and city.

It’s weird how you can be far out in the sticks but close to the city at the same time. I always thought it was cool. Like your two places at once kinda deal.

I continued to rest, just laying there under the tree and looking around at all the fading fall colors, the greens mixing with leaves of gold, red, and orange. Beautiful.

Eventually, I must have dozed off, because I abruptly awoke to the sound of a twig snapping. At first, I shrugged the sound off thinking it was a bird, small animal, or deer. But then I hear footsteps. Someone else had come to see the majestic 80s portal.

Out of curiosity, I decided to take a look at who the visitor was. So I quietly get up from my resting position to see who is here.

There was a man. He was rather tall and wore a long woolen black coat. His hair was a dark brown color, like mine. His back was currently turned to me, as he was attempting to crawl over the sitting log that blocked the pathway that led down to the pond. Once he got over the log, he walked down to the water's edge and stopped. From there, he looked down and gave a deep sigh.

I still couldn’t see his face, but from the energy I was getting from him, he seemed sad. This energy wasn’t the typical, “oh I’m just not having a good day” kind of energy, no, he carried a deep sorrow with him.

The man stood there for some time, just staring down into the water at what I presumed must have been his reflection. Then, he turned around and walked back over to the sitting log, and sat facing the water.

I decided it was time to move on from the brush, as I really didn’t want to disturb the fellow. I tried to walk as quietly out of the brush as possible, but with the fall leaves, every step ended with a big ol crunch. “Damn leaves,” I growl to myself.

The man looked over and saw me. At first he seemed a little surprised, but then his expression changed back to its original somber state. I expected his green eyes to drift back towards the pond, but instead, they remained fixated on me.

“Shit… why is he staring at me like that?” I say to myself as I continue to make my way out of the brush. And then I managed to trip on a large stick that was poking out from the ground and fell, hitting the wet ground with a thud. “Ouch!” I squeak.

While I was trying to get back up again, I saw a large hand appear in front of me, offering to help. I look up and see the man. Now I could get a really good look at him.

He looked to be in his 40s.. His face was very interesting, his jaw was sorta squared and well defined. He had beady green eyes that could peer into your soul, and elegant lips. And like I said earlier, he was wearing a long dark coat and I also saw he wore dark blue jeans and black leather boots. In simplest terms, he was very handsome.

I decided to take his hand, and when I did, I realized just how small my hands were compared to his. Not to mention his hands were warm and toasty, while mine were cold and stiff.

He lifted me to my feet, and asked in an accent that was foreign to me, “are you okay, miss?” To which I replied: “yes,” and looked at him for a moment before turning my gaze to a small bird that was thrashing about in the brush.

There were tons of birds around us. All little chickadees and tiny yellow birds. I found it a little unusual because normally those little birds would disappear because they were afraid of humans. Especially if there were more than one. But they continued with their business, fluttering about, searching for bugs.

“There’s tons of them here,” the man says, seeing that I was paying attention to the birds. I nodded. Then I looked down and saw I was still holding onto the man’s hands. They were so warm, I almost didn’t want to let go, but I did, because I didn’t want to seem weirder than I already am. “I’m Elon,” the man then speaks. Our eyes meet again as I look up at him, “I’m (y/n)” I reply.

“Your hands are cold,” Elon then says. “Yeah, I pretty much always have cold hands. Circulation issues, you know?” I smile awkwardly. “I understand. I have the same problem. It helps having a warm coat with pockets though,” he replies.

His coat did look warm. I was just wearing a hoodie, and a thin loose fitting dark leopard print dress with grey wool yoga pants. (And yes, I wear strange outfits.)

Elon then begins to unbutton his coat, takes it off, and wraps it around me. “This will help you warm up for a minute,” he grins. “Wow, thanks.” His coat was so warm and way oversized. It covered me like a blanket. And his scent… It smelt amazing.

Elon was wearing a grey turtleneck, and like I said earlier, he wore dark jeans and black boots. I was surprised he wasn’t cold. “How are you not freezing?” I ask.

He simply shrugs his shoulders and walks off to return to his sitting place on the log. I decided to follow him and sit down next to him. He gave me his coat, and I wasn’t getting any weird vibes at this point from him, so I felt I could trust him enough to sit next to him. So I did.

We sat in silence for some time. Just admiring the scenery of the pond and the birds. Then I finally decided to ask him where he was from. Since I didn’t really recognize his accent. “Elon? May I ask where you are from?”

“South Africa. But that was a very long time ago. I moved to Canada when I was 17. From there, after I went to Queen’s university, then later transferred to University of Pennsylvania, after I graduated and got citizenship, I officially moved to the US.”

“Cool,” I simply replied. I didn’t bother to ask what kind of degree he may have gotten, for I really didn’t care about that kind of stuff. In my book, having a degree doesn’t really mean anything. All they do is show you can learn stuff and know things. It’s kinda dumb really. Anyways, just the fact that Elon got to go to those universities meant he must be pretty damn intelligent.

“So what about you? Are you from around here?” Elon questions. I then tell him my story, (the brief edition of course). Sharing tidbits of who I was and why I was here. I even told Elon about the 80s portal. He seemed pretty intrigued with all I shared, and he liked hearing the lore of the portal.

Then Elon shared a little more about himself. For example, he lives on the coast. Which is about 2 hours away. We chatted for a while, and then as the sun began to set behind the trees and hills, Elon started to get cold. I could tell he wasn’t trying to show it, but it got to the point where he was beginning to quiver a bit, and held his hands. So I decided to scoot a little closer to him and wrap the coat around the two of us. And wrapped an arm around him to pull him close. I wanted to be closer to him. Elon was a little surprised by my actions, but he seemed to like it, and wrapped an arm around me.

We sat there like that for a while. No talking. Just admiring the scenery. Eventually, I decided to ask him something, “Are you alone?” To which Elon replies: “Yeah… umm are you?” He was kinda taken back by my sudden random question. “Sorta. Still live with my parents, but I’m not close with them, if that counts as being ‘alone’.” Elon giggled at my odd response.

“How long are you in town for?” I ask. “Till tomorrow. Then I have to go back to the coast.”

“Can I come with you?” I ask, just wanting to see what his reaction might be.

“What? I uh… dunno… we just met…” he stutters, not quite knowing how to respond.

“Yeah so? I have an instinctual feeling that I can trust you. I hate living here anyways and I’d do anything to live at the beach. I feel more at home there than anywhere else.”

Elon was dumbfounded. He looked at me with an expression that made me want to laugh. He probably thought I was insane. And on some level, I do believe I am, but that’s another story.

“You’d seriously move in with a stranger just to get away and live by the water? Is this how you always go about your business?” He asks, then gives me a look of concern. “As I said, I have a feeling I can trust you. And no, I don’t just go asking random strangers if I can move in with them. That's just between us,” I respond.

Elon sighs, “I remember when I was like you… I wanted to get away from South Africa and my family. Start a new life in America. And look how it all turned out. Pretty good. Sure there were some tough times, but that’s life. So… I suppose you could stay with me. Just as long as you don’t expect me to take care of you. Because I don’t have any extra cash.”

“Really I could go with you? And I can take care of myself. I just need a job that pays for food and clothing. And I can even pay rent if you want.”

“Just buy your own food, clothes, and whatever else girls use to take care of themselves. And as long as you don’t wreck my house, break anything, or make the utility bill sky-rocket, I won’t ask for rent.”

At that moment, I knew I was right about Elon, he was indeed good. “You’re the best, Elon!” I say and give him a hug. Elon smiled, and hugged back. It felt so nice to be held by him. For the first time in many years, I felt safe and comforted. Now I had a final question: “Elon? Could you meet me at my house early tomorrow morning and help me get a few things? I’d also like you to be there when I have to confront my parents about what I’m doing. I don’t need you to say anything, just be there for emotional support. I’m kinda sketched about bringing this up to them alone. But if you’re there, I know I can face them.”

“I suppose. How do you think they're going to react exactly?”

“Well, I know for a fact that they are going to be against this, but I really don’t give a crap what they think anymore. They’ve controlled me long enough, and now I’m done being their robot slave. And the worst thing that really could happen is that if my dad is there, he might pull a gun on you, but as long as I’m standing in front of you, you probably won’t get shot… But that’s like the worst case scenario. He probably won’t do that…”

“He has guns?” Elon gulped. “He likes hunting. And he’s definitely not afraid to shoot someone. And I also can’t stand him. I’m also sure he feels the same way about me a lot of the time. My mom won’t hurt you though. She might get all worried and panicky that I’ll be living with a man and stuff, only because she’d be worried about me getting raped and shit. She’s always spooked about that kind of crap. And for years she’s filled my head with all her nonsense. But like I said, I trust you, and you seem like a pretty trustworthy guy.”

Elon had an expression on his face that I'd never seen before. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling, if anything at that moment. So I decided to ask if he was alright. “I’m fine… I just… wow… uh… I… I don’t know, (y/n). They sound kinda like a tough crowd....”

“Don’t let what I say intimidate you. That’s just how I perceive them,” I sigh, and silently hope that I didn’t just scare off Elon.

“But you live with them, so surely you know a thing or two about them… I’ll still go with you. But if anything happens to me, that's on you,” he replies. “Okay. And I doubt they’ll do anything too harsh. They might disown me, but I don’t care. I’ve never really needed them.”

I then let go of Elon, since I was still holding onto him. And he did the same. The sun was getting ready to set, and so I knew I needed to get back to my grandparents house. From there, I’d pack up my things and go home that night to get ready for the insanity that would take place in the morning.

Elon and I walked out of the woods together, and I gave him my phone number and address. He did the same. I explained to him that I had a car, and could load my things into it and drive it over to the coast. Elon liked that idea, but was concerned that I might be too emotionally impacted to drive all the way to the coast tomorrow. So he suggested that we atleast drive across town and get a hotel room. That way I could chill out for a night and then we’d proceed to the beach the following day. I said “as long as we don’t have to share a bed,” and Elon laughed. He said he’d be fine getting a room with two beds. Honestly, I really wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with him. But we’ve just met, and I doubt he feels like getting that close to me yet.

When we reached the trailhead, I saw his car. He owned a black Tesla Model S. I thought that was pretty slick, and complimented him on his car. Then I pulled my bike out from behind the small tree of which I usually hide it behind when I come to the 80s portal.

I told him the story of how I found it here at the trailhead. Someone had dumped it there. It was just a cheap street bike, but it was free. And what was kinda ironic about it was that it is actually from the 1980s. I liked to pretend that the portal actually worked and someone came through the portal and left their bike at the trailhead. Maybe they stole a car or something and sought out a new life in the 2020s. (But seriously, I doubt any time traveler would ever want to come to this shitty time in history.)

Elon loved the story about my bike and got a real kick out of the concept that it belonged to a time traveler. He said we could come pick up my bike tomorrow since it wouldn’t be able to fit in my tiny car before we leave town.

Before we parted, I gave him another hug and told him how much I appreciated his kindness. I then got on my bike, waved to Elon as he got into his Tesla, and rode down the boulevard back to my grandparents house.

Part 2: Moving Out

Elon stood right by my side the entire time I confronted my parents. And as expected, they did freak out. Just not quite to the extremes that I thought that they would. Which was good. My mom ended up crying, and my dad was more pissed than the devil would be at judgment day.

After all the chaos was mostly over, I took Elon upstairs and had him help me gather the things that I couldn’t part with. I brought up some plastic trash bags and stuffed all my clothes in them. Next, I packed up my shelf-full of books. I took my little figurines, some of which were my three crystal seal sculptures, and the wolf figurines that sat in the two windows of my bedroom. I also brought the fox skull that I found at the thrift store (I like animal bones. They're just cool okay.), along with some of my crystals that I had around my room to keep the good energy in and the bad vibes out. And I brought my conch shell that I inherited from my grandmother. I took my sheepskin that I have over my bed to keep me warm in the winter along with my two stuffed animals that I use for body pillows, of which Elon laughed at the fact that I was still sleeping with them. But I explained to him that I need something to sleep next two because I slept with my mom until I was 10, so I still wasn’t used to sleeping on my own. He understood after that. And didn’t bring it up again.

I had all sorts of weird stuff that I packed, but not too much because I don’t like clutter. And I also took my paintings, 5 houseplants, acoustic guitar, jewelry, laptop, monitor, and keyboard. You know, just those things that are irreplaceable and the valuable stuff of course.

Elon and I put stuff in some boxes that I gnabbed from the garage, and carefully put the fragile stuff into them, and basically just packed stuff up. He helped me load things into my car and thankfully most of everything fit, except for my houseplants which would ride in the back of Elon’s Tesla.

After it was official that I had packed all my crap up, I took in a deep breath and sighed. I was finally getting away from here. Despite how terrible it felt, it also felt amazingly good. And honestly I’d never been so happy with what I’d decided on.

“You alright?” Elon asks, as he comes up behind me just as I am about to shut the trunk of my car. I turn around to face him and give him a big smile. “Yeah. I’ve never felt worse and better all at once,” I chuckle. He understood how I felt, and I could tell. We had texted each other for a while last night and he told me more about what it was like when he left South Africa as a teen and how weirdly awful and great it felt.

He wrapped an arm around me and gave me a side hug, “And you’re sure this is what you want?” I looked up to meet his warm gaze, “yes,” I replied and then turned inward to wrap my arms around his torso and hug him.

After we stood there holding each other for a while, we separated and got in our vehicles. From my house, we drove back to my grandparents house and I got my bike. I also said farewell to them and introduced them to Elon. They were taken aback by my sudden decision to leave, but they seemed to understand more than my parents did, partially because they knew me better and I had mostly grown up in their house because for the longest time of my life my parents both worked and so I would stay with them. However, unlike with my parents, I promised to come back and visit my grandparents. Partially because they were what I considered to be more of my family anyways.

Anyways, by the time I had left home and was ready to leave my grandparents house, it was about 2:00 pm. So there was still plenty of daylight. Elon asked if I wanted to go get the hotel now, or we could go hang out at the 80s portal until dusk. I liked the idea of going to the portal so that’s what we did.

We drove our cars to the end of the boulevard to the trailhead and walked down the trail to the portal. We sat on the same log that we had met the day prior and chilled. Elon had an arm around me, and I had mine around him. We just liked being close. He and I both agreed that it felt right.

“I don’t know why (y/n), but I feel like I know you. Like we’ve been together for years or something,” Elon sighs. “Same. It’s weird, but yeah… we just seem to click,” I replied. “That's a good way to put it. We ‘click’,” he laughs.

Elon has a very interesting laugh, it's kinda a cross between a monotone chuckle and saying “haha.” His voice is deep, but soft spoken, and mixed with his faded South African accent, it’s just really nice to listen to. Like if I had to choose someone to read tell me stories at night, it would be him. So far, we seem to get along really well. I think we have very similar, if not the same kind of personality, you know, the smart, cool, funny, serious, and laid back type? It's nice finally knowing someone who understands me, and who I can understand.

Later once the sun began to sink into the sky, we walked out of the forest and got into our vehicles. We had decided to go stay at a hotel in town for the night, and then go to the coast in the morning.

When we got to the hotel and attempted to book a room, all were full except for one. It was their smallest room and it only had one queen sized bed and a bathroom. Elon offered to sleep in his car and let me have the room, but I told him I wouldn’t mind sharing it with him. So that’s what we did.

“It sorta feels weird sharing a bed with someone…” I admit, as I sit on the bed next to Elon who was already in the covers. He was wearing a black t-shirt, and I assumed he was wearing shorts or his boxers. But I couldn’t tell because from the waist up, he had the sheets tucked around him. I was wearing my silver robe and under it I wore undies and a tank top. That’s all I wear for PJs no matter what time of year it is.

“Sharing a bed is a little odd for me too. But I kinda like the idea of not being completely alone,” Elon replies and flips back the covers of my side of the bed so I can slip into them. Once I crawled into the covers I took off my robe and draped it over our legs. The room was a little chilly, and had no heat so the more covers the merrier.

We sat next to each other for a bit in complete silence. Apparently we both were a little weirded out, and didn’t have much to say to one another. Finally Elon spoke up and asked if I wanted to leave the light on or off and I said I sleep better in the dark. So he leaned over and turned off the light. Then we both lied down and covered ourselves with the sheets.

The room was dead quiet other than our breathing. I could tell Elon was looking at me, as we both lay facing each other. I was beginning to feel warm. Like an excited kind of warmth, especially in my abdomen and down under if you know what I mean. My body is preparing itself for things and events that I felt forbidden to think about to say the least.

Just being this close to Elon was turning me on. And I couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling the same. I tried hard not to think about him being all over me, but my primal energy was getting to my head.

To counteract these feelings of mine, I ran through a list of reasons of not having sex with Elon to get the thought out of my body. “It’ll end up being a one night stand. He’d ditch you before dawn. You’ll get pregnant. You’ll have nowhere to go and no one to turn to. Going home isn’t an option. Your parents are already ashamed of you, don’t make things worse by adding a child to that. You don’t want to make yourself look like a whore. Don’t do it!”

I turn over and continue to think myself out of the situation I managed to get myself into, and my body soon stopped acting up and I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke up, it was morning.

At first, I thought the previous day’s events were nothing more than another one of my weird ass dreams. But when I realized there was an arm wrapped around my body that wasn’t mine and I could feel a soft warm breath on the back of my neck, I realized this wasn’t a dream.

Like a bolt of lightning, I was beginning to feel horny all over again. Feeling the warmth of Elon’s body right behind me was such a turn on. I wanted to turn over and press myself into him and plant kisses all over his beautiful face. “No! You mustn’t do this (Y/N)! Get away from him! Now!” My mind screams at me. And I obey. I carefully move away from Elon and get up.

I put on my robe and leave the room to go out and sit in my car. There I began to feel overwhelmed with my feelings and sexual instincts that I began to sob. Luckily I have a box of tissues in the glovebox of my car so I was able to dry my tears and blow my nose after crying for an hour straight.

I then turn my car on for a brief moment to check the time. It is 8:45 AM. Usually I’m never up this early as I wake up around 9:30-11:00 AM. Lazy AF, yeah I know. But for all of my life I gotta admit I’d rather sleep than be awake and live in a crappy reality when I could just live happily ever after in a never ending dream.

Next I went back to the hotel room and went in as quietly as possible. I didn’t know if Elon was still asleep or not. The room was pretty dark so I couldn’t see much of anything. After shutting the door to our room quietly, I went to go find my suitcase so I could get a fresh pair of clothes.

“(Y/N)?” I hear Elon’s voice call out from behind me. I turned around and now that my eyes had adjusted, I saw Elon, only he wasn’t wearing his t-shirt. I could see his bare chest in the dim light of the room along with the faint shadowing of his toned muscles. “Why does he have to be so attractive!”

“Uhh… hey there…” I reply and continue to gather some clothes. “You were talking in your sleep,” Elon states with concern in his voice. “Fuck… I hope I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have…” “You were calling my name and moving around in the bed strangely and it sounded like you were groaning in agony. I tried to wake you up, but you were in such a deep sleep, I couldn’t wake you from your nightmare.” “Really? I don’t remember any of that,” I lie.

The truth is I did remember my dream. Elon and I were making out and it was amazing, even though I’ve never kissed anyone before. How the hell do I even know what making out is like? Must be from watching TV… “stupid brain. Quit trolling me!”

Once I grab my clothes, I go and change in the bathroom. When I came back out, I saw Elon getting dressed and fled back to the bathroom as quietly as possible so as to not see him with any less clothes than he was wearing. “I can’t entertain my mind with these stupid thoughts about him!”

After we had both gotten dressed, we packed up our luggage and left the hotel. Elon was feeling rather peckish and so was I, so we stopped to grab a bite to eat on our way out of town. We got some Thai Food, and it was delicious. The ride to the coast was refreshing. As I could just drive behind Elon in his black Tesla and think about what I am going to do with my life. Now that I am practically free from my parents, I can finally have some peace. Sure, finding a job won’t be easy, but at least I have a place to stay until I can get on my feet.

We arrived at the house a few hours before sunset. His house is right on the beach and is rather small, being a one bedroom two bathroom place with a kitchen and basement. Since the basement was pretty much “off limits” because of the fact that it leaks and there is mold down there, I put all my stuff in the garage. The only things that I put inside the main part of the house are my houseplants which need sunlight to live.

From there, I decided to spend the rest of my day on the beach. “I’m going to go out on the beach,” I inform Elon, “I’ll be back around sundown.” “Can I come with?” he asks in an almost desperate tone of voice. “I kinda wanted to just go out alone,” I reply, “I need some time to think, you know?”

“Oh. Yes, I understand,” Elon replies. He sounded kinda disappointed, and I felt kinda bad especially for all that he has done for me. “He will live…” my brain whispers to me. So then I grab my suitcase and grab some black shorts with grey leopard spots on them. They are technically running shorts, but I use them on the beach because they dry quickly.

From there, I went to the bathroom and changed. Then I left to go spend some time by the water.

Part 3: The Sea

When the sun was going down, I stood at the water's edge, knee deep in the surf. There was a harbor seal that kept bobbing up and down not too far in front of me. They always come over to check me out. I wear dark clothes and leopard print a lot so they usually think I am one of their own. I stayed until the sun fell over the dark blue horizon. A lovely sunset.

By now, it was getting kinda chilly out, and so I decided it was time to go back. Besides, I was starting to get hungry. Hopefully Elon has something prepared for dinner and doesn’t expect me to cook for him. After all, I’m not much of a cook. I can do the basics just to get by, but nothing fancy or super tasty.

I went in quietly through the front door, as I usually do whenever I enter someplace. I tend to walk really quiet. A little habit I’ve mastered over my life, to sneak in and out of places unnoticed.

Unfortunately, I didn’t smell anything cooking. The small house was dark. “Maybe he decided to take a nap?” I wonder to myself.

I decided to silently check out the place and find him. If he was sleeping, I didn’t want to disturb him. Walking to the rear of the house, I see a small light in the bedroom and as I get closer to the room, I would hear him quietly moan and grunt. He sounded like he was either fucking someone or he had hurt himself.

Fearing for the worst, I peek in the room and see Elon sitting on his facing the door naked, jerking off. “Oh shit!” My mind screams and I cover my mouth over with my hand to keep anything from escaping.

Out of curiosity, I peer around the corner again. This time I see him lying on his back continuing to squeeze and pull on the biggest cock I’ve ever seen! Well, the only cock I’ve ever seen except for porn videos.

Elon was moaning and grunting as he massaged himself. And damn did he look sexy! He has a gorgeous body, with smooth and silky pale looking skin. I could see the muscles in his body tense the closer he got to orgasm. Sweat made his body shine and glimmer like a fish in the light of the small lamp on the side table. Seeing him like this was quite the sight. His dark hair was a mess and his eyes looked dark and focused as he continued to mastrabate.

Just as I was watching him about to orgasm, my phone began to ring. From the kitchen where I had left it earlier. Which made Elon and I both jump. “Ugh!” I growl to myself and quickly slink off to the front door and pretend to enter the house.

I could hear Elon scrambling around in the bedroom probably trying to find something to cover himself with. I go over to check my phone and see that my mother tried to call me. She was the last person I wanted to talk to right now.

“You’re back,” I hear Elon say from behind me. I didn’t even hear him approach me which made me jump and almost drop my phone. “Uh-umm-yeah. I’m here,” I stutter. Elon had put on a black fuzzy robe. His hair was still a mess and his cheeks looked a little pink. He still looked hotter than a bug in the Sahara desert. I wished I could just wrap my arms around him and snuggle into him. “Shut up! Damn hormones…” I remind myself as I try to break myself of thinking about him in a provocative manner.

“What’s for dinner?” I then ask, trying to get my mind to think about something else. “Dunno. Got any ideas? There’s a few restaurants around or I have leftovers in the fridge,” Elon says as he walks with a sort of awkward gate towards the fridge and opens it. “Leftovers would be fine.”

We heated up dinner and sat on the couch while we ate rice mixed with beans, and salad. Elon didn’t have a dining room table, since he says that he never has company or really cares. I understood what he meant. This house was small as it is and a table would have taken up most of the kitchen and living room.

After we cleaned up our dishes, we resumed our places on the couch and turned on the television. There wasn’t anything good on, so we ended up using a streaming service to watch X-Files. Turns out we were both big fans of the epic adventures of Mulder and Scully. We watched a few episodes until it was about 10:00 PM. I was getting tired and so was Elon, so we decided to head off to bed. We both stood in the bathroom and brushed our teeth, then I kicked Elon out so I could get my PJs on.

When I returned to the bedroom, Elon was sitting up in bed reading a book. Tonight, he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt like he usually does, so I was able to see his pale bare barrel chest once again. I was wearing just underwear and a tank top as usual hidden beneath my silver fuzzy robe.

After I crawled in bed next to Elon, I squirmed into the sheets and took off my robe. Once I resurfaced, I lied down and turned my back towards him, closed my eyes, and tried to keep myself from wanting anything else from Elon if you know what I mean. “You know I don’t care right?” He states.

“What?” I reply confused as I think he suddenly gained the ability to read my mind and knew I was totally into him. “You don’t have to hide under the sheets to take off your robe. I know you wear underpants and a tank top. It’s no different than me just wearing my underwear,” Elon replies.

“Okay.”

I then hear Elon put down the book he was reading on the side table, “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Crap… hopefully I don’t make sense when I do that…” I think to myself.

“Last night you were talking about me.”

“I was?” I reply. Then I feel his gaze upon me as he dims the side light and lays down beside me. I wanted to see his face, but I was afraid to turn over. I didn’t really want to have to look into those dark forest-like green eyes of his for I feared that I’d get lost in them.

Elon sighs: “You just kept saying my name over and over. Like you were lost and looking for me. I felt kinda bad for you, but I didn’t try to wake you up because I’d figured you’d get mad at me.”

I then turned to face him. He had a concerned expression on his face. “I know this must be a difficult time for you. Since we’ve been sleeping next to each other, I’ve heard you talk in your sleep. You always seem upset, like you're having nightmares. So I’d just like you to know if you ever need to talk, I’m here. I’ve always had awful dreams and no one to talk about them with. So that’s why I just want to say that I’m here for you,” he says with a warm smile that could melt a snowy tundra.

His words touched me, and made me want to hug him and cry my eyes out. I tried to resist, but I found myself clinging onto him with my face buried under his chin. Elon was taken back by my sudden movements, but he quickly wrapped his large string arms around me and pulled me as close as he could get me to his warm body. He tenderly kissed my forehead as I sobbed.

Elon then began to run his large hand up and down my back, massaging me slowly. I loved his strong, yet soothing touch. After shedding a few more tears, I stopped myself from crying more so I wouldn’t get a stuffy nose or a headache. I took some deep breaths to calm myself, and while doing so I inhaled his lovely natural scent.

He then takes his hand away from my back and lifts my chin. Elon then kissed my tear streaked cheeks with his soft lips, and used the tip of his tongue to lick the tears away. I then brought my lips so that I could kiss him, but Elon pulled his face away from mine. “You don’t want to do that,” he sighs. “But I do!” I almost whimper.

He immediately began to blush and moved away from me. He turned over and turned off the sidelight. The room was still illuminated though, for the window let in the light of the full moon. I scooted over and got on top of him, which forced him to change position and lay under me. I was straddling him, and I could feel his hard bulge pressing against me through the thin fabric of his underwear. His breathing had become rapid, almost frantic sounding. His dark eyes were dilated and his mouth was slightly open.

Instinctually, I began to rock my hips over Elon, which earned a small gasp and moan from him. His body began to shake and the more I moved on top of him, the more sounds he’d make.

With my right hand, I slowly ran my fingers through his soft brown hair. And with my left hand, I stroked his large soft pale chest. I could feel his dick hardening even more against me as I rocked back and forth over him. Feeling him right at my entrance was such a turn on.

After caressing him for a bit, I laid down on top of him and kissed his soft lips. I was surprised when he didn’t kiss me back. It was like he was nothing but a doll beneath me.

His breath was still heavy, but it was like he was in shock or something. I grab his hands and place them on my sides, to which Elon grabs me hard which makes me jump a bit as he pressed me down onto his cock. He then started gently thrusting his hips against me, which made me squeal with excitement. He ran his right hand up my back and grabbed my head and hair. Then he moved me so that he could give me the most amazing kiss and only kiss I’ve ever had.

Elon slipped his tongue inside my mouth and moved around in a way that it was like he was trying to have sex in my mouth. I could only moan and gasp for air. He was getting wilder with every passing second.

It wasn’t long until he was on top of me, and had stripped us free of our clothes. He was running his big girthy white cock over my wet little pussy all the while deep throat kissing me. Then, before plunging his huge member balls deep into me, Elon whispers to me. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks. “Love me, Elon. Please. I want you to be my first and last,” I practically plead. “Because if we do this, nobody can know,” Elon states.

“No one needs to know what we do,” I reply, knowing that if anyone were to find out that he and I had sex, he’d be viewed as a pedophile just because he’s 33 years older than me (I’m 18 fyi). I could care less about his age. It’s just a number and has no meaning. If you love someone, love them. Age has nothing, nor will it ever have anything to do with love.

After all, Elon didn’t look 50. He looked young and gorgeous in my eyes. “You're a virgin?” He then asks after hearing what I told him. “Yes. And I want you to be my first,” I reply and grab onto his arms.

Elon grins and kisses my lips while he aligns the tip of his member to slide into me. “Let me know if anything hurts. I don’t want you to be in pain, my love,” he says with his deep seductive South African voice. “I’ve masurbated before, so I shouldn’t feel anything but pleasure from that girthy cock of yours. You do your thing Elon. Love me, daddy.” I whisper to him as I place my arms around his neck. “Mmhh, daddy Elon is gonna love his beautiful girl,” he moans and then carefully slides his thick 7 inch member into me and I quiver as I feel my tight entrance cling to his shaft. “Oh my god, love, you're so tight!” Elon moans as he then rests his body on top of me. He was in balls deep and could go no further. “You fit me like a glove. It’s amazing.” He whispers into my ear and then kisses my forehead. I was shocked he could even fit the first 4 inches into me, but I loved what he had said. I did fit him like a glove.

Elon began to slowly thrust into me. He felt so good, I grabbed onto his lovehandles and pulled him close. Our bodies were pressed hard against each other.

I rode him like the stallion he was. We started around 10 PM and were still at it at 1:30 AM. We came about 11 times, and were soaking wet, yet getting really tired. “I just want to cum in you one last time,” Elon moans in my ear as we lay together tangled up in each other’s arms and bed sheets. I was beyond tired, “if you can do it, go ahead. I can’t move anymore.” I whisper as I nuzzle my face into the side of his neck. Elon flipped me like a rag doll onto my back and pounded me for another five minutes before he collapsed. We were both so tired, yet oh so horny. It was insane. “I love you (Y/N),” Elon says as he kisses me goodnight. “I love you too,” I reply. We both fell asleep and his member was still in me, but I loved the feeling. Being so close to him, I felt completely safe.

- The End

[elon-musk-fanfics]

The 3rd Night - an Elon Musk Fanfiction

You are a girl living in a crumby apartment near the SpaceX HQ building in Hawthorne CA. You get a job as a night shift security guard, and on the first night of your job you are warned by your co-worker to "Stay out of the basement." Yet, of course, curiosity often gets the best of all humans. After all, what could it be that Mr. Musk is hiding down there that it is kept under a lock and key that is in his possession only?

Find out in this twisted tale, that things are not what they seem in: The 3rd Night.

Part 1: Footsteps

The first and second nights were a breeze. Nothing weird. All quiet. I’d hear noises that sounded like footsteps walking around the building, but whenever I checked the cams, I didn’t see anyone. So I figured it must have all been in my head.

The only thing about this place was the basement. The camera stopped working on the first night, but when I told my supervisor about it, he said “not to worry about it just as long as you don’t go in there and keep that door bolted shut.”

His words were stern, and I sort of shrugged it off. I wasn’t generally interested in the basement anyways. But tonight was different. I realized I was working for the biggest commercial space flight company in existence, SpaceX.

I was working as the night guard for the headquarters in Hawthorn California. My responsibility was to make sure no unauthorized personnel got into the building after all the workers had gone home for the night. And if anyone else was in the building other than me, it was Elon Musk.

Elon, when not at the SpaceX facility in Boca Chica, or checking in with the operations with Boring Co. was here in Hawthorn, in his office on the top floor.

He had a trundle couch that he slept on I guess, but honestly, I've never seen the man sleep. Sometimes I wonder if he's secretly a “3000-year-old vampire”, or he's got access to some really good drugs.

Nevertheless, his business was his and I was just the night guard. Hell, I’m lucky I even got the job. Do you have any clue what a space nerd would give to even set foot inside this place? There was a lot of competition for this job, and I was shocked I got it.

I am pretty stoked I’m here though. I was just looking for a job in the area that paid decently and this one I just so happened to get. Working for Elon Musk has always been a dream of mine. I honestly wanted to be an engineer who designed Teslas or rockets, but I'm happy where I am. Anyways, enough about that. Let’s talk about that basement.

So I’m working for this huge company owned by one of the wealthiest men in the solar system. The way my supervisor said to “stay out of the basement” came back to my mind tonight as I was sitting at my desk, swiveling in my chair, bored out of my mind.

It’s like he’s hiding something. Something nobody is allowed to see. Yesterday, I met the day guard, and when I asked him about the basement, he said the contents are top secret. Nobody knows what’s in there except Elon. “That’s his space. So if I were you, I wouldn’t go in there. Otherwise you might end up like the last night guard.”

When I was just about to ask what happened to the other night guard, Jerry, the day guard had to leave before the 5:00 pm traffic started. So I never got my answer.

Initially, I figured the guard who went in there must have lost his or her job. But who knows? Maybe they saw the “secret contents” and had to be killed before the knowledge escaped into the world.

Just then, I got a beep from the motion sensors on the monitor. Camera 10 had picked up movement. I quickly rolled my seat into the desk and grabbed the mouse, clicking on pane 10, which showed me the hallway on the 10th floor.

As I look, I see a figure move just out of view. “The hell was that?” I say as I click on the next pane, which starts beeping at me. Pane 9 the hallway on the 9th floor. This time I sort of could see what was moving so quickly through the shadows, but the hallways were so dark, and the camera lighting was so crappy that all I got was a dark blur. A shadowy figure.

Whatever it was, it had moved to the 8th floor before I knew it. Missed it again. It didn’t help that it took a minute and 49 seconds for each pane to load once I opened it. The internet was working really slow tonight.

The company had just switched over to Starlink, which unfortunately meant slow loading speed from 10:00pm to 6:00am. A kink that still needed repairing. More satellites had been deployed and would be in this part of the hemisphere next week. Still, it wasn’t making my job any easier.

I wasn’t having any luck figuring out who or what was in the building. It was probably just Elon, but the last two nights he stayed on the 10th floor. It wasn't like he had to leave his office to go to the bathroom or get food. It was like a house in there. That’s what Jerry the day guard told me anyways.

Before I knew it, I heard footsteps coming from the hallway where I was at. The door was open, so I scrambled out of my seat and over to the door.

I quickly yet quietly shut the door and stood behind it. I would wait for whoever it was to pass and then chase them down. In case they were an intruder. As the footsteps neared, my heart began to race.

At one point, I couldn't tell the difference. Was it footsteps I was hearing or my own heart?

Putting my ear to the door, I listened intently. The footsteps were right outside the door, they sounded loud, like they belonged to somebody big.

An intruder surely wouldn't be making all that noise. Unless they wanted to be caught. It’s gotta be Elon out there.

By the time I had figured out who the footsteps likely belonged to, they were already out of my listening range. So I decided to leave my post at the cameras and trail Elon, or the noisy intruder until I managed to get close enough to identify who they were and whether or not they were a threat.

I followed them all the way down to the first floor. They were taking very long strides and thus I was unable to keep up with them. I would have had to start running, which would have given off my location. Plus the lights were all off. The only rooms that had power were both Elon’s and my offices. Company policy to “conserve energy.” Thankfully the building had tons of windows, and the full moon was shining brightly through them.

They ended up turning a corner that led to the stairs to the basement. At this point I was sure that the person I was following had to have been Elon, just because he’s the only guy around here who’d be able to walk that fast.

I paused at the top of the stairs. This is where the light ended. Before me looked like the state case to the abyss. My options were I go down the stairs and follow him to the basement, or I stop here.

As much as I wanted to follow Elon, a part of me said to go back to my post before I got into trouble. Yet I wanted to know why he was going to the basement. I wanted to know what was in there.

At the same time I was getting a little creeped out. I had forgotten my flashlight back on my desk *facepalm* because I'm a ding-ding, so I couldn't see shit.

Then I noticed how quiet it was. No more big clunky Elon footsteps. He had just gone down those stairs maybe 30 seconds ago. I didn't hear the basement door open either.

“Maybe he didn't go down there,” I think it myself as I look to the right, “the kitchen is that way, so maybe-”

I suddenly feel a large hand with a rag cover my mouth, and a strong arm pull me back into the chest of whoever was behind me! I tried fighting them, but breathing became difficult.

My nostrils were filled with the sweet yet slightly chemical scent of which I presumed to be chloroform, the stuff kidnappers use on those rags when they kidnap you. My head started to spin, my body was becoming numb, and soon after I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was blindfolded, and had been tied to what I believed to be a chair. My hands were bound to the armrests and my feet bound to the chair legs. A rope was tightly wrapped around my torso. I couldn't move.

It wasn't like I could scream for help, because I had a ball gag in my mouth. So I'm just stuck there, like what the fuck? Did Elon just kidnap me? Was that even Elon I was following?

My mind was racing with questions, but they were all interrupted when I heard a large door open, and the same clunky footsteps from before walking across the cold concrete floor.

Part 2: Putting the Thrust in Thrust Puck

(for those of you who don't know about rockets, just look up what a Thrust Puck is because I don't feel like explaining all that to you rn. Lol)

The footsteps drew closer, and then stopped directly in front of me. I felt the same large hand from earlier gently lift my chin, while another hand undid my blindfold. As soon I could see, I was met face to face with none other than Elon.

“I apologize if this is causing any confusion for you, ” he says in a seductive tone of voice that I'd never heard him use before. It sent chills up my spine. “I promise this will be fun, as long as you do one thing...” his South African accented voice changed to sounding utterly sinister. “Don't take your eyes off me. Don't look away, to the left or right. Otherwise, you're in for a fright...”

Elon then stood back and began taking off his clothes. First was his black leather jacket, followed by his black Occupy Mars t-shirt, which revealed his pale, hairless chest.

I had no idea how muskular (pun intended XD) he was... Apparently, he managed to find the time to work out though having an insanely busy schedule. Strangely, he had multiple scars across his upper body. Scars I'm sure nobody had seen before other than all of his ex-wives and girlfriends.

Not gonna lie, this whole situation was getting more awkward by the second. Like dude, if you seriously just want to have sex with someone, you don't have to kidnap them and tie them up in a chair while they watch you get naked. But maybe he's got a kink for that shit... Who am I to judge?

Personally, I found my boss to be quite attractive. Sure I'd only been working there for three days, well nights, but there were a few times where my mind would think about Elon. What is it exactly he does all night and all day?

And not to say I have an insanely filthy mind, but there was a moment where I wondered what Elon was like in the bedroom... Guess I was about to find out about that one there chief. Haha.

While I was off in my head thinking, I just now realized that Elon was fully naked, standing in front of me, with a sort of predatory gleam in his dark green eyes and a wicked grin.

Frankly I don't think I'll ever get this image out of my head. And I sorta wished I could get a photo just so I can be sure I wasn't having some sort of twisted kinky nightmare.

Elon walked behind me and grabbed hold of the chair I was tied to. He began pulling it behind him while he walked over to another part of the basement. He placed the chair in front of what appeared to be some sort of large inverted metal cone, something that I recognized immediately, a thrust puck. Why does he have a thrust puck in the basement? I was getting confused.

“Remember not to take your eyes off me. That's the rule to this little game. And if you play by the rules, I promise we’ll have a little fun later on...” Elon giggles as he then takes off the ball gag that wasn't allowing me to speak.

Despite removing the ball gag, I remained silent. I didn't have anything to say, I wasn't really afraid or upset with any of this, so I just kept my mouth shut. “You don't say much, do you? That's fine... I like a woman who doesn't constantly need to speak, ” Elon whispered and then gently kissed the top of my head. “You're going to love this, I promise, ” he said as he slid his large hands down my chest and gripped my boobs, which he began to slowly massage.

He was starting to turn me on. So far, I liked everything he had done to me. Even though I was a 23-year-old virgin, and never even been touched by a man before, I had my moments where I'd imagine what my first time would be like. I'd always hoped things would get kinda kinky... Just never expected I'd be doing it with one of the world's wealthiest men who was 27 years older than me.

I didn't care that he was way older than me. I'd always loved the idea of having an older man in my life. Someone with experience. Someone who doesn't want to play relationship games. I want to just settle down. Enjoy life.

Yeah, I knew this probably wouldn't last between me and Elon. It was just gonna be a one night stand if anything. Besides, why would he want some young run of the mill bitch like me when he could literally have anyone he wanted?

I honestly felt kinda special, but I didn't let it take over me considering the circumstances. I barely knew Elon other than what I've read on the internet, and I'm sure he doesn't know anything about me. Why would he? I'm not important at all.

By the time I had gotten out of my head again, I noticed Elon’s hands had left me and he was over by the thrust puck. “I'd better get some lube...” I thought I heard him mumble. He walked out of view and I heard him open a cupboard behind me.

I heard him grab a can and shake it a few times. He then returned to the thrust puck and began spraying his huge 7 inch dick with what appeared to be WD40. “Umm... Is that stuff safe to use?” I ask, finally having a reason to speak. Elon looked over at me and smiled “So she talks...” I blush and try to smile back.

“Yeah, it's fine. I guess. I've been using it for a while now and haven't died yet. Haha.”

A while? Damn. Does he always have sex with his new female employees or something? “Don't worry, I'm not using it for you, ” he smiles and then looks at the thrust puck in front of him, grinning like a maniac.

There were openings on the thrust puck that were used to attach the raptor engines, and a few smaller holes for whatever, I didn't know my thrust puck anatomy because I wasn't a rocket scientist who built them.

Is he going to do what I think he is? Elon sprayed one of the holes on the thrust puck with the WD40 and then after placing the can down next to him, he mounted the thrust puck and started riding it.

He's literally fucking a trust puck? Is this man insane? I wonder as I watch him thrust his giant cock in and out of the hole on the side of the thrust puck. Elon was moaning and muttering things I couldn't quite understand under his breath. “M-make sure you w-w- watch m-m-e!” he commands in a breathy voice.

He was getting wild on that thing, it didn't look like he was going to last much longer. His thrusts were fast and hard. I could hear his whole body ramming into that thrust puck. His moaning was getting louder by the second. He was gripping onto the puck so hard with his hands I could see his veins.

Watching him getting so worked up was really turning me on. I was wetter than niagra falls down there and I was starting to get a little jealous. I wanted Elon to fuck me like he was fucking that thrust puck. I wanted that huge dick of his ramming my insides.

What the hell is wrong with me? I'd never felt like this before and it felt all so good and terribly wrong all at the same time.

As I continued to watch Elon, I got more aroused to the point I was wiggling in my seat. Elon’s breathing got heavier. His cheeks had turned to a shade of red I'd never seen before. And then after a very loud, almost a scream of a moan, he collapsed. His body rolled down the side of the thrust puck and landed onto the cold concrete floor.

What the hell just happened? I thought to myself. Elon was flinching a bit, but from what I could tell, he didn't look like he was breathing. Shit... Did he just have a heart attack and die? Or a seizure? “Elon! Are you okay?” I called out. He didn't answer.

Part 3: Dead or Alive?

Suddenly I woke up when someone touched me on the back. Looking up I see Elon standing in front of me. “You okay?” He asked. His voice was low, yet soothing. “I’m fine. Just had a really weird dream…” I sighed, realizing all the events that I just thought had taken place were totally real. “I should’ve known it was a damn dream when I saw Elon and that thrust puck…” I think to myself.

Elon grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside me, “I’d love to hear your weird dream, if it’s alright. I’m a bit of a weird dreamer myself. That’s one of the reasons I have trouble sleeping at night. The struggle of nightmares. Haha.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Umm…” “shit… what the fuck do I tell him? That I saw him butt naked, humping a thrust puck in the basement in my dream. Hell no! I’ll just tell him I dreamt about an intruder…” “I dreamed that there was an intruder in the building…” I finally blurted out. “Did you see what they looked like?” Elon asks. He was sitting hunched over with his chin propped up by his hands, which were intertwined together.

He looked kinda weird, all interested in what my stupid dream was about. Looking down at the floor I think to myself: “Why does he care what the intruder looked like? It’s just a dream!” “Well… umm… I never got a good look at his face, sir… it was just a dream anyways-“ “Call me Elon. Please, we’re all just a big family here at SpaceX, so there’s no need for formalities,” Elon requests with a charming smile. “Okay…” “Woah… He just wants me to call him Elon? Alrighty then…”

“I can tell you're an introverted person,” he says, totally catching me off guard. “You pause and think before you speak. I admire that.”

“Did he just compliment me? Is he being nice, or is he trying to flir-“

“You're a terrible liar though. There’s more to this dream of yours that you're not telling me,” he says with a smug grin. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably “shit… he knows…” I glanced at his face for a second, his emerald green eyes were dilated. Either he was high on something, or getting aroused. Couldn’t tell which and I was too afraid to think about which one it was.

Elon slowly rolled the chair he was sitting on forward, “I know you were dreaming about me. You were moaning my name in your sleep. When I was walking by your office, I heard you and couldn’t help but come in here and ask you. Forgive me for being a creep, but that’s just how I am. I’m weird, okay.”

He was acting pretty creepy, not gonna lie. But I kinda liked it. Seeing him like this, the real Elon the world doesn’t get to see. I rolled my eyes and sighed, “yeah, I was dreaming about you. You were whom I thought to be the intruder, then you kidnapped me and tied me to a chair in the basement. Then you stripped your clothes off in front of me, went over to a thrust puck that you had down there, and started fucking it like a maniac till you came. Then you rolled off it and I thought you were dead because you weren’t moving.”

Elon’s cheeks had turned pink, yet his expression was stoic. I couldn’t tell if he was horrified or what. “Fuck… he wasn’t expecting that was he? I’m probably going to lose my job now… fuck…”

“Wow…” he finally muttered, before cracking up. He was laughing so hard, it was so weird. One second he was totally dead inside and the next he was laughing? He must be on drugs. “I fucked a thrust puck? Damn, that's kinda hot.. wow,”he said, laughing hysterically.

“Sooooo… your not not going to fire me?” I ask, still keeping my eyes to the floor, as I didn’t know what to do. I honestly wish I could just turn invisible and leave. Screw life, I just want to die now… “Fire you? Are you nuts? You're the funniest gal I’ve ever met,” he sighs, ending his outburst of laughter. “Also, I just realized I have no clue what your name is?”

“It’s (y/n)”

Elon smiles and rubs the back of his head, “Cute name, ” he replied before standing up. He started to walk out of my office but stopped right at the doorway, “We should have dinner sometime, ” he said, and then left the room, closing the door behind him. “He wants to have dinner with me? Woah…”

I then checked the time. It was 4:59 AM, which basically meant my shift was over. Time to go home and sleep. Standing up from my desk, I stood up and stretched. Then when I took my first step to leave, I felt something on the floor beneath my foot and nearly started to slide, “what the?”

Removing my foot off the object, I saw there was a small metal key on the floor. It looked like a house key.It wasn't mine, and it was laying right where I was staring at the floor when I was talking to Elon. So I quickly figured out he must have dropped it, or intentionally left it.

“I wonder if it's the key to the basement? And if it is, did Elon purposely leave it here for me? Is he down there right now waiting for me? Maybe this guy really is a creep after all. Shit… What the fuck do I do now?”

A part of me wanted to go check and see if this key was in fact for the door to the basement. Another part of me wanted to put the key in my pocket and just go home, I was tired as hell anyways. And a third part of me wanted to go find Elon and return what he had dropped.

I figured the best option would be to go find Elon and give him his key. Then go home. After all, if it did go to the basement, and there is some weird important shit of his down there, he might panic if he can't find his key. That and he is my boss. I'd like to keep on his good side.

I've heard rumors that Elon can be pretty harsh on his employees. He likes everyone to pull the same weight as he does, which is a lot. I'm lucky I'm not one of the engineers and just a nightguard. Whole lot less work, but still a good way to get some quick cash.

Part 4: Finding Elon

I walked to the first place I'd most likely find Elon, which was in his swanky office. The door was shut and from what I could tell, there wasn't a light on in there. “Crap. He's probably asleep…”

Stranding there for a few minutes, I debated whether or not I should knock. I knew he barely slept because of his insane work schedule and didn't want to wake him up during the few hours of the day where he actually took a legit break and rested up. But I didn't know for sure if he was in there. Heck, I don't know the guy's schedule. He could be on a freaking plane to the Tesla Gigafactory in Germany right now and I wouldn't even know it.

So I mustered up my courage and lightly knocked on the door to his office. After a solid minute of 0 response, I knocked again, this time a little louder, “Elon, if you're in there, I just wanted to return a key you dropped in my office earlier.”

There was still no response. So I gave up. The SpaceX Hawthorne facility was way too huge to go wandering about in search of Elon. Like I said, the dude could literally be anywhere. I'll just keep the key on me and give it back to him whenever I see him again. Hopefully soon.

As I drove home, it was now 5:40 AM and traffic was already starting to jam up from all the other humans who were trying to get to work. This was one of the shitty aspects about living in California. Traffic. Lots and lots of wasteful hours just sitting in your car doing absolutely nothing.

I was so tired. But yet my brain kept me awake by thinking about Elon’s futuristic vision of traveling underground in tunnels. Avoiding the hustle and bustle of CA by simply driving under it all. Got to admit the fella is insanely smart. One of the things I truly admire about him. That and his workstyle. Always on the go, forward thinking, focusing on the future and staying optimistic.

Then some vivid images from that dream I had popped into my head of Elon fucking that thrust puck. I kinda wished that dream would've gone differently. Like maybe instead of fucking a thrust puck he could fuck me with that huge dick of his. I mean wow was that thing big.

“What am I saying?” I growl to myself and slap my face, “he's my boss! We could never have a relationship…” but then a part of me thinks “who says we can't though? I don't think there's a written law that says you can't have a relationship with your employer. It's just one of those dumb things in life that people say isn't right and gets passed on because that's just how shit like that flies.

Like people say it's weird and wrong to marry someone who's way older than you. Why? What's really wrong with that? There's nothing wrong with it. Age is just a fucking number. It's one's maturity, love, and what's inside that really counts in a relationship.

But hell, what do I really know about relationships? I've never had anyone and I'm a 23-year-old virgin. I don't have anything to offer anyone anyways. I'm no beauty and not wealthy by any means. I'm nobody. Sure, I know some neat stuff on how the universe works, but I don't have a special doctorate degree in Physics or anything. I have an associates in Energy Management that I earned while enrolled in a special homeschool program that paid for me to go to college, but that is it. Everything else I know comes from lots of books that I picked up cheap at thrift stores growing up.

I spent hours reading, and even wrote a few of my own books. Sci-fi novels that hardly got any recognition because it's an ebook. There's so many of them out there it's impossible to be found. Especially when you can't afford publicity or anything.

“Oh well… Who cares? No one… Nobody at all… Hell, if I wrecked this car right here and died, nobody would really care. I'm not important…” I sighed and hit my head against the steering wheel a few times.

I was annoyed with the traffic and myself. I wouldn't consider myself suicidal, but the thought of killing myself crosses my mind often. Death is better than living in a world where you know that nothing will ever become of you. Death is nice because you can't think or feel. You can't wonder about shit like whether or not anyone would ever love you and you can't regret past mistakes. I could give you many more reasons why death is better than living my life but I don't have the brain power right now to share.

I've never tried to kill myself. But I've thought of ways that I could. Like jumping off a high bridge with water below and something heavy tied to your body so you'll sink. Getting hit by an expensive car would be a cool way to go. Imagine getting run over by a Lamborghini. I'd even take getting hit by a Tesla, just because they're one of my favorite types of cars.

Shooting myself with a gun would be the easiest, but it's kinda lame. So is hanging yourself, unless it's in some kinda cool public place and you can scare some people at the same time.

I want to go out with a bang if possible. Make a show of it. That way I can be remembered for something. Even though it might not be as cool as making history, like being remembered as the first person to get humanity to Mars. No, I’d be remembered as that one weird chick who got her ass run over by a freaking sports car.

The thing is I don't want to feel pain when I die. I already feel pain while I'm alive (emotional pain and some physical) and don't want that to be the last thing I remember before the lights go out.

By the time I was done thinking of ways to die, traffic had eased up a bit and I had made it home.

My home was a simple apartment near the ghetto. Cheap and trashy living on the outside, but inside my home was what counted. I had made it into my cool little den. Surrounded by my books, weird art (all paintings and drawings of my own creation) and tones of houseplants. It kinda looked like an abandoned library/art gallery in a jungle.

I grew up in a quiet town in the state of Oregon, surrounded by an evergreen rainforest all year long. California is completely different and I love it. I'm a person who enjoys adventure so that's why I'm here where I am today. But I keep the houseplants coherent and green because I still have a deep connection with nature and long to be within it, always.

After checking all the locks to the barred windows and doors to my little apartment in the worn down cement apartment complex, I went to my bedroom and got undressed. Then I put on a tanktop and a fresh pair of underwear. That's all I wear year-round. I have this weird thing where I can't wear pants to bed, otherwise I feel like I have to pee all night and get too hot. And T-shirts feel constricting (unless I'm wearing one of my favorite cotton SpaceX T-Shirts, then I'll wear those because they're unusually comfortable. But I usually just stick to tank tops because it helps keep me cooler.)

“I wonder what Elon’s house is like? Ah, that's right. He sold all his fancy mansions. Now he just rents places whenever he needs to. Must be nice to have the money to do that. But still nothing to tie you down. Pretty nice… Someday I’d like to have enough money to just go wherever I want. Oh well…”

Rent isn't cheap, even where I am it is still a lot. I can't afford a house with land, so when I moved here I was pretty much screwed unless I wanted to pay rent or buy a van and live down by the river. (Which is still my back up plan when I'm really ready to go out for a real adventure.) I live in the rundown apartments by the Chester Washington Golf Course. It’s not far from where I work.

I came to California to be closer to Elon and his shenanigans. I'm quite pleased I'm getting work for him. Deep down, ever since I first learned about him in my teen years, I've had this weird thing for him. I've read a lot about him and have what I'd call an advanced understanding of the man. But that's mostly because of all the things we have in common. It's actually kinda freaky. We both have similar interests in life and are visionary thinkers that the world brushes off as “weird or insane” people.

The first time I heard about him I was reading a newspaper about this new car company from California and the paper kept rambling on and on about the CEO, Elon Musk.

I'm obsessed with electric cars and hybrids and read all I can about them. But the funny thing is you'd never hear the name of a CEO of a car company in the paper. It was always like “Ford’s CEO said they want to up production by this date” or whatever… But you'd never get their name unless you went on the internet and searched for it. So hearing about this Elon guy struck me as odd right from the start.

That and when I first read the article, his name cracked me up because I thought it was the name of some sort of perfume. So I decided to find a computer and look him up.

When I did, I saw this picture of a guy dressed in a swanky suit. His hair was the same color and wavy like mine, but cut short of course and a little messy. He had a charming smile and very unique facial features.

The weird thing was what my brain first said upon seeing him: “handsome”. I'd never found a human to be sexually appealing before. (And Yes, I know I'm weird. I didn't find men or women attractive until I saw Elon. And no, I’m not bisexual. Just remember I grew up in a small town and was homeschooled. So I didn't have anyone to be attracted to.)

Yet what really struck me about Elon was his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. They spoke many things to me, but one of the words I first heard was an outcry of a pain so deep that it sent chills up my spine. Right off the bat I could sense this man had suffered greatly. In what ways I didn't currently know, but I could see a deep rooted pain. (I have this weird ability where I can look at a picture and see things about people nobody else can. I can't really describe it, but it's kinda like having a psychic superpower.)

At the time, I had just turned 13 years old, and had just started highschool (remember I was homeschooled so it was a total breeze. All online too.) but that was the first time I saw Elon and it was something that I don't think I'll ever be able to forget.

Later, after conducting years worth of extensive research, I came to find out that what I saw in Elon did turn out to be a past of suffering. He’d had a rough childhood and things didn't necessarily become easier for him later in life either. Especially in his personal relationships. (I'm not going to go into too much detail here because otherwise, this is going to be a freaking biography. And yes, I do own a book that's entirely about Elon called: Tesla, SpaceX and the Quest for a Fantastic Future. Best book ever btw.)

Thinking about Elon brought my mind back to our interaction. His South African accented voice echoed through my head: “we should have dinner some time…” Did he really mean that? Does he *yawns* really want to? With me? But why me? Why… and then my eyes finally shut. I passed out asleep.

Part 5: Dinner and a Show

My alarm clock went off. It was 6:00 in the evening. I had to be at work by 10:00 PM, so I got out of bed. It's nice when I wake up feeling refreshed. My new schedule had me awake for 12 hours, and then I would sleep for 12 hours, so it was a decent balance. Finally, a schedule that worked with my body and the rest of the world (my work life).

Today I was kinda excited about going back to SpaceX. Maybe I'd get to see Elon again and give him that key he dropped last night. They key was still in the pants I wore from yesterday, and they were still pretty clean so I figured I’d wear those again, same for my Occupy Mars SpaceX T-shirt that I wore to bed last night.

I had a few hours to kill before I’d have to leave to go to work, so since it was Thursday, I thought I’d take my car (which is a maroon 1985 v6 Camaro T-top that I named Rudy. The car was a gift from my grandpa and it hasn’t cost me a dime other than fuel.) and just drive around for a bit. See the sights of California. I only live a few blocks away from where I work. So that’s nice.

“Maybe I’ll go get myself a quick breakfast, although it’s more dinner at the time of day I’m alive. Haha.” I laughed as I grabbed the keys to my camaro and put my shoes on.

The closest Thai food (my fave other than sushi) joint is called Queen of Thai Cuisine, so I figured I’d pay them another visit. They are my closest favorite restaurant. Although there’s one on the coast that’s pretty good too.

Later, once I arrived at the restaurant, I was suprised to see a cyber truck parked right outside the building. Which meant Elon was around because he’s the only guy in the world who currently owns one from what I’ve heard. “Damn that thing’s wide,” I say as I park my car next to Elon’s epic ride.

Next I got out of my camaro and went inside the Thai food joint. The person at the front desk area asked me if I was doing take out or wanted to sit. I was about to say take out but then I felt a large hand grip my shoulder and a familiar husky South African accented voice speak from behind me: “we’d like a place to sit.”

As soon as I felt him grab my shoulder I tensed up and froze. “Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Oh F-“

“You coming?” Elon asks as he lets go of me and looks at me with those soulful eyes of his. I awkwardly turned to face him and sighed with a goofy grin: “y-yeah.”

It was then that I saw Elon dressed from top to bottom in black. His leather coat is black, and oh my god we were wearing the same Occupy Mars shirt. His designer jeans were black along with his fancy black shoes.

“Black is totally his color though, he looks sexy as hell, and powerful. Damn.”

I followed him over to a table booth which had a window and I sat. What I expected Elon to do was sit across from me, but then his wide booty landed right next to mine. Nervous as hell, I scooted up against the wall/window as a way to get away from him, but then he just moved closer. Now I was trapped. *internal screaming intensifies*

He grabbed a menu and began looking it over. His face went stoic, in the way it does when he begins analyzing important data. “This place is my favorite Thai food joint. Other than that one over on the coast,” he says, eyes still scanning over the menu like a hungry wolf staring down a helpless sheep.

“You don’t say?” I reply, trying not to panic and keep my cool. Elon then let out a low chuckle. “I never get why people say ‘You don’t say?’ Because the person literally just said something and the recipient says they didn’t. It just makes zero sense. Humans are such a strange species. Haha.”

I quickly looked away. What he said did get me thinking: “why did I say that? That was kinda stupid. Ugh… why didn’t I just nod my head or say ‘cool’ or something. Is he judging my intelligence based on my human conversational skills? Shit! I don’t know? Maybe I am an idiot… I mean I know nothing compared to this guy. Like really, he knows a ton of crap about cars and rockets. I have practically 0 exp on those topics. Well, I know a little, but this guy is known as a genius. Hence that makes me an idiot right?”

I suddenly felt Elon gently place one of his large hands on mine, which I currently had resting on my knees, “you okay?” He asks with such a warmth in his voice it could melt the planet’s icecaps in seconds.

His action spooked me, since I was deep in thought, thus causing me to flinch and cower in the corner of the table booth even more so than before.

It didn’t help that wasn’t used to human touch, and was generally afraid of everyone in the first place. So naturally I’m rather skiddish.

Elon took his hand off mine as soon as I moved, “please, you don’t need to be afraid of me,” he says as if he was reassuring a child. He then looks away from me, and I can see his lips curve into a slight frown. He looked sad.

I was definitely afraid of him. He’s nearly twice the size of me, highth and width. His hands were large enough they looked like he could crush my arm if he were to grab it.

His body screamed alpha, but his demeanor, from what I’ve experienced, was anything but that. He seemed timid, even the way he walked wasn’t a prideful strut, but rather sort of hunched over and took swaying steps.

I somewhat wondered if he even knew just how strong he could be if he tried, but maybe I haven’t seen the real Elon yet. All I knew was that my instincts were telling me two things, this guy is a real hot one but watch out.

Then the waitress named Sahan walked to our table, she beamed when she saw Elon and asked how he was faring. To which he replied “nominal” and gave a simple smile.

“Who’s your pretty little friend? Oh wait, hi there (y/n)! Wow! You are one lucky girl, I’m so happy you’ve found someone! But not just anyone, you found Mr. Musk! Wow!”

My face heated up like a microwave. I put my hand over my face to momentarily cover my embarrassment. “Oh fuck! Why Sahan? Please God! I swear if you could just strike me dead now, that would be such a blessing!”

“Isn’t she cute?” Elon says as he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side. “We only met just recently, but I can tell I think we’re gonna go far,” he says smiling.

“I can’t take this anymore!” I wanted to cry. This was just too much. The awkwardness, the sudden encounter, my fear of people! “Just die! I don’t want to live anymore! This has got to be some sort of fucking nightmare!”

“What would you like to order?” The waitress asks. Elon replies “Pad Se Ew with seafood, please.” He then asks me, “What would you like, love?” and tenderly kisses the side of my head.

“He fucking kissed me? Oh god! Please no more of this! I can’t take this kind of torment!” “Pad Thai for me. Also with the sea food,” I calmly reply.

Once the waitress walked away, Elon let go of me and sighed, “forgive me. I only did that just because it’s usually easier to play along than explain an entire situation.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have anything to say.

“Hey, (y/n), I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“Just leave me alone and shut the fuck up,” I growl and cover my face with my hands. Elon was about to say something else, but then he clamped his mouth shut. He felt bad.

He remained sighlent for a while and then he said with a choked voice “excuse me”, stood, then walked away from the table.

“Now’s my chance to get the hell out of here…” my brain whispers to me. But then Sahan the waitress came back and brought us our food. “Where’s Mr. Musk?” She asks.

To set the record straight, I tell her: “Look, we’re not a thing okay? I don’t even know why he said that. I want to be clear that we’re not dating, or anything. I came here to eat dinner and it just so happens Elon shows up and sits with me. And then he makes everything so awkward I just, ugh!”

Sahan looked at me “oh… I’m so sorry, (y/n). I shouldn’t have assumed you two were togeather. How embarrassing. You know what, your meal is free. I hope I can make that up to you.”

Without further thought, I quickly ask: “Can you quickly put my food in a box? I want to get out of here before he comes back.”

“Sure!” Sahan replies, quickly taking my plate and scurrying back to the kitchen. Then I swear she returned in the same minute, “here you go, (y/n).”

“Thanks!” I say as I quickly get up from the table, grab the box of food, and leave as fast as I could.

Part 6: Regrets

Before leaving the restraunt, I sat in my camaro for a second trying to process what had just happened.

“Elon kissed me… oh man… Maybe I shouldn’t have been so skiddish and just cooled my engines. Shit, I also blew him off. He was just being a love bug. Damn… hopefully I didn’t just lose my job because of that.”

As I’m looking into the glass of the resteraunt from the comfort and safety of my vehicle, I see Elon walk out of the restroom, which was located right by the enterence of the Thai food joint. He looked like he had just been crying. I watched as he wiped his eyes again and looked up to the sealing for a second.

He then adjusts his black leather coat and shivers. Then starts to walk back over to where we were sitting. “Okay, now get the fuck out fo here before he sees your gone!” My mind screams at me. I immediatly start up my car and it rumbles to life. Then I put the car into gear and got the fuck out of there.

Elon’s POV:

The last person I expected to see at the restraunt was (y/n) she looked gorgeous. Those clothes hugged her figure so well, it showed off all her beautiful curves. And we have matching Occupy Mars SpaceX t-shirts! So cool!

I should sneak up behind her and get us both a table. A bit of a romantic surprise. Girls like that kinda shit.

So that’s exactly what I did. And when I put my hand on her, wow. She was so warm. I just wanted to grab her and cuddle her. From the second I first laid eyes on that woman I fell head over heals. There was just something about her. I needed her. I had to have her. I would be sure to make her mine.

“We’d like a place to sit,” I said, and then took my hand off her small shoulder. “You coming?” I ask, seeing (y/n) standing there in a bit of a daze. “y-yeah,” she stutters.

We walked over to a booth and she sat down first. So I decided to sit next to her. I wanted to be close to her. Next I grabbed a menu and searched for what I wanted to eat. I decided to go with the Pad Se Ew. I’ve eaten that here before and it’s quite good. “This place is my favorite Thai food joint. Other than that one over on the coast.”

“You don’t say?” (y/n) replies. And the I look at her, what she said made me laugh, “I never get why people say ‘You don’t say?’ Because the person literally just said something and the recepeint says they didn’t. It just makes zero sense. Humans are such a strange species. Haha.”

(y/n) looked away. The look on her face made me realize I may have offended her. “Oh no! Please love, I didn’t mean it like that.”

So I gently place my hand her small delicate one that she had resting on her knees, “you okay?” I ask.

She jumped as soon as I touched her. “Oh please, don’t be afraid. I’d never hurt you, love.” I felt bad, so I took my hand back, seeing I was making her uncomfortable. I look at her, “please, you don’t need to be afraid of me,” I say, trying to reassure her.

She looked very scared. “Why is she so afraid? Do I look scary? Did I say something wrong?”

Then the waitress named Sahan walked to our table, she beamed when she saw us and asked me how I was faring. “Nominal, ” I smile.

“Who’s your pretty little friend? Oh wait, hi there (y/n)! Wow! You are one lucky girl, I’m so happy you’ve found someone! But not just anyone, you found Mr. Musk! Wow!”

“Isn’t she cute?” I say and place my arm around her waist to pull her in, “We only met just recently, but I can tell we’re gonna go far.” I wanted her to feel safe with me, so maybe if I cuddle her she’ll feel a little less spooked.

The waitress then asks what we’d like. Once I tell her what I want, I ask (y/n) what she’d like: “What would you like, love?” then I tenderly kiss the side of her head.

“Pad Thai for me. Also with the sea food,” she replies reply. For a second she looked like she liked that I had kissed her, but then I saw something else, fear. She was more shaken up than ever. I realized what I had said and how awkward I must have just made (y/n) feel. So I tried to use a quick excuse, “forgive me. I only did that just because it’s usually easier to play along than explain an entire situation.”

She didn’t reply. She only starred with such a coldness to her (e/c) that it could freeze anyones heart if she looked at them.

“Hey, (y/n), I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“Just leave me alone and shut the fuck up,” she snaps!

I was shocked. Aperently things had gone even worse than I had expected. Those words stung me like a bee.

“She hates me! Oh damn it, Elon! Look what you’ve done. You’ve ruined it now. She hates your guts. Why’d I have to screw this up!”

I hated myself for this. I’m the one who always messes up everything. I just can’t do anything right when it comes to relationships.

I had to get out of here, to control myself. “Excuse me,” I manage to choke and then I quickly scamper off to the bathroom, tears already about to drop from my eyes.

Once hidden from the world in the bathroom, I couldn’t hold the tears in any longer. A flood of emotions ranging from frustration to depression overwhelmed me.

I just want to be loved by her… but to (y/n), it’s like I’m the big bad wolf or something. I couldn’t stop shedding tears. “What the hell is wrong with me? I hate crying!”

Eventually, I managed to get a grip, rinsed my face off, with cold water. And dried myself with a paper towel. Now my whole face was just one big red ugly mess… I looked like hell.

“Fuck…” I growled to myself, then stand around for a while longer to wait for my face to return to its normal pale self.

Once I figured I didn’t look like I had just been crying, I walked out of the bathroom. But my thoughts were still tormenting me. I was so angry with myself, I just wanted to punch something, preferably myself.

My eyes started to well up again, “oh stop being such a pussy,” my brain echoes. So tilt my head up, attempt to shake the feelings off and straighten my clothes.

Then I begin to walk over to the booth I had been sitting at and discover my food was waiting for me on the table, “finally, some good input!” I quietly mutter, excited to sink my teeth into some delicious Thai noodles and seafood.

I sat down where I previously sat, but noticed that (y/n) was missing. “Where is she? Maybe she had to go to the bathroom…”

Yet to my surprise I hear the rumble of an older vehicle, “a v6 Chevy perhaps?” and when I turn my head to look out the window, I see (y/n) in her 1985 camaro speeding off.

“No!” I cry out and jump up from where I was sitting, slamming my hands on the table in front of me.

It was that moment that I knew I had blown it. I moved way to fast. I had failed…

Part 7: Suicide and Redemption

As I burst through the doors to my apartment, I set my food into the counter, locked the door behind me, and ran into my bedroom.

I had just made probably the worst mistake of my fucking life. I’m sure I ruined my brand new relationship with Elon, the man of my dreams, all because I’m such a skittish sketched bitch.

Things had gone far enough, I was sick of myself and my life. I wanted it all to end, and so in my frustration, I grabbed a pen and paper, and planed out the best possible way to kill myself.

“I want my death to be an occasion for the living to remember.” And it was then I figured out the coolest way to end myself.

I would vandalize the Hawthron SpaceX building with glow in the dark spray paint, writing apologies all over the walls, inside and out. Then climb up the old Falcon booster out front and hand myself from one of the grid-fins.

By sunset tomorrow, when the paint had charged up, any onlooker will see that the building had been vandalized and it’ll surly be put on TV, then somebody will see my corpse handing from the Rocket booster and I’ll be known as the crazy ass bitch who hung herself from the first stage of a fucking Rocket.

But first, I wanted to eat and enjoy my Thai food. For it would be my last meal. And so I ate, and enjoyed every single bite.

Once I had finished, I had just enough time to run to the nearest hardware store, buy a can of glow in the dark spray paint, some rope, and head to work, where my glorious death sentence would be held.

After I had gotten my needed items at the hardware store, I found myself standing in front of the Hawthorne SpaceX building, can of glow paint in hand, and rope over my shoulder.

I would work my way from the inside out, writing apologies to Elon. Telling him things like how much he meant to me, and how in another life, maybe we could’ve been something, and shit like that.

I’d first write on the door of his office, because why the fuck not? Then from there, down the hallway in all the rooms, and all the floors. Sweet farewell and apology messages to the only person I’ve ever had feelings for.

In big bold letters, I wrote my first message, which read: “Elon, you were the first and last person I had feelings for. You’re awesome. I love you.”

The next message I wrote on the hallway that led to his office, which also had multiple doors. “I am sorry.” And a painted heart.

The lights in the hallway are on, so to test out the paint, I shut off the lights and looked what I had wrote, and in bold glowing drippy letters I could see the messages.

While standing in the dark hallway, looking at the beauty of my work, I hear a noise from behind me, and I turn around to be face to face with none other than Elon!

He didn’t move, nor did he say anything. He simply stared at me, with an expression I couldn’t read. “Is he mad that I wrote on his door? Probably. Im probably about to get my ass whipped, fired, and put in prison for vandalism… shit. I had no idea he was going to be here…”

For the longest time, he didn’t move. Just stood there, watching me. Not taking his eyes off me except for when he blinked.

I had froze. The intensity of his gaze struck me so cold, I got the chills. I began quaking, out of fear I suppose.

5 minutes passed, and still the eeriest of silence lay between us. My mind was being very loud though. So loud I fact I was wondering if Elon could hear my thoughts. Maybe that was why he hadn’t moved?

I finally decided to break the tension by taking a step to the side. Depending on weather he’d move, I’d then try to run by him. Screw the suicide mission, I had to get out of here! I’ll go drive if a fucking cliff if I have to, but I was done here. I couldn’t take Elon watching me like that. It was just too intense.

He didn’t even flinch when I took a step, so next, I began to bolt past him when I was grabbed by the arm and pinned against a wall. I whimpered, and squealed like a fox in a trap.

Elon had me pinned against the wall, his body pressed against me. I could feel him, his mussels, he was definitely built, like a fricken tank. He had my tiny wrists in his huge hands, pinned against my side, and our faces were so close, I could smell the Thai food he had eaten.

My eyes were soon drawn to Elon’s. “Woah... He was hot... Really hot…” I thought to myself, now captivated by his gaze. Neither one of us took our eyes off the other. It was a new feeling. Something I had never felt before. What it was, I hadn't the slightest clue.

Suddenly I didn’t feel afraid of him, I felt like I was in a trance. And then to make the moment take me even more by surprise, Elon leaned in and gave me a fiery kiss.

I could get away from this even if I wanted to. Elon was totally stronger than me, and the way he kissed me was amazing. I don't want this to end. If I could freeze this second in time I totally would.

When he finally broke the kiss, he nestled his face into my neck and started kissing me more, gentle little pecks and an occasional nip. And then three words, he gave a low almost growl of a moan, “I need you.”

His words and actions sent chills down my spine. My core began to feel like it was on fire, my panties were getting moist, and the whole room felt like it was heating up.

At this point, I was a becoming a horny mess, and I knew there was no way I could run away from this, from Elon. I want him, and i'll give him everything I have to offer.

“Elon, love me,” I whisper to him, and begin to press my own body into him. After seeing that he had won me over, he let go of my wrists, and then I wrapped my arms around that wide built body of his.

It was official, I was going to lose my virginity to Elon Musk, but the fuck did I care. If I could choose anyone to have sex with for my first time, id’ve chosen him right on the spot. “I love him. There's no doubt about it.”

“Were going to do this in the basement,” he informs me as he lifts me up off the ground and slings me over his shoulder. “Damn he's stong!”

“My employees start coming in less than two hours, and I don't want to feel like I have to be rushed. I'm going to take my time with you, even if it means I call in and tell them I won't be available today.”

“Seriously? You want to take time off to do this with me?” I say out loud without even thinking to keep such a thought to myself. “Yes.” He replies, and continues to carry me all the way down, below the first floor, to the off limits area.

Once in the basement, which was dark as hell and I couldn’t see anything. Elon places me down on the floor. I then hear him walk off and some rustling sounds, “is he stripping already?” “Can we have some light?” I ask, wanting to be able to see just what the hell he is doing.

His answer was short, “no.” “Why?” I ask. “Because I said no,” his voice low and firm. I then half laugh with out thinking, “that a pretty lame excuse.”

“Do you want this or not?” He asks, as if he would just walk out and leave me here if I said otherwise. So just to mess with him I ask him “do you want this?”

“I asked you first,” he replies coldly. “Well of course I wanted this. Who in their right mind fucking wouldn’t?” My brain replies, but my mouth stays shut. Maybe I should’ve said that, but instead, I wanted to know why Elon just couldn’t have that light on: “you embarrassed to show yourself to me?”

Elon was quiet for a second, I swear I could tell he was trying to think up a perfect response, but what he said next took me by surprise, “I… I don’t look very good… without clothes on,” his voice changing from its usual sternness to an insecure tone.

I had just discovered something many people didn’t know about Elon. He had low self esteem when it came to his personal appearance. “Who told you that?” I had to know who started this thought in his head. “Who had told this beautiful man he didn’t look good? Who ever they were, they deserve punishment!”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elon replies. There was a certain sadness to his voice, almost like a outcry of pain. Something that had come from his past. Perhaps this came from his childhood. I knew he had been through some shit growing up in South Africa.

I decided to do something crazy next. I remembered I had my cellphone in my pocket, which meant I had a flashlight. If I move around fast enough, I might be able to find the light switch. Which means I can turn on the light and see just what the fuck Elon is saying. If anything. Hell, I bet he’s just perfect!” I snicker to myself.

I knew I had to act fast. So what I did is I took out my phone, put it into flashlight mode and aimed it right where I thought the door was. Because you know, there’s a pretty good chance of the light switch to the room with me by the door.

Bingo there it was. I just found the light switch. But as soon as Elon saw me turn on the light, he came after me very quickly and knocked the phone out of my hand.

He pinned me to the floor, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you that there would be no light!” He growled. In that moment I could tell he wasn’t using his full strength to pin me down. So what I did is I quickly pushed him over onto his side, and bolted for the light switch.

As soon as I turned it on, Elon scrambled to grab something he could cover himself with, which ended up being his black t-shirt and ran over to the far end of the basement, which was dimly lit to the point I could barely see him. “Please… Turn it off…” I heard his quiet plea echo across the cold concrete room.

At this point, it was like I was with a different person. The Elon I knew was the man who took down big oil’s empire and crushed any competition with his suave demeanor and hardcore borderline army general work ethic.

Apparently we all have our problems, and Elon has had a pretty good way of hiding his, up until now.

I grabbed the remnants of his clothes, which were his designer jeans, underwear, and leather coat and walked over to him.

He was literally cowering in a corner, shaking like a leaf. Body partially covered by his large t-shit. He looked so innocent, like a frightened child. I wanted to just scoop him up in my arms and shower him with reassurance, love, and kisses.

“Im sorry,” I reply, and sit down next to him, placing the rest of his clothes in front of him. He looked traumatised. Man, if id had any idea turning on that light would have done this, I would have not done it. I probably ruined everything, and at this point I might really be screwed.

But instead of handing him his clothes and the getting the fuck out of there like my brain was wanting me to do, I wrapped my arms around Elon, pulled him close, and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. I hadn't come this far just to walk out when Elon was in the most awkward position ever, I was going to make things right, well, better at least.

He let out a sigh, but I could still tell he was upset, “Elon, I want to see you in the light because I wanna get a look at that hot body of yours. People would die if they saw you shirtless in public, because you're so damn sexy.” I say not really knowing what else to say.

Elon didn't say anything. He just sat there and stared off into space, like he usually does when he’s deep in thought.

“No response? Hmm… Maybe I should undress myself? So that way he doesn't have to feel so awkward? Should I just start kissing him? Like all over? Maybe if I just reach down there and grab his cock. Give it a little massage to get the fire going again? Shit. I don't know what to do? He's freaked out. And it's my fault. Ugh… Why'd I have to screw this up. All because I wanted to see him in the fucking light…”

Then I started going off into my own head, ridiculing myself for what id just done to the person I cared the most for. I'd die for Elon, I mean seriously I would, if it meant that everything would go perfectly splendid for him in the end.

“Maybe it would be best if I just left. Hell, if anything I should leave the fucking State. No, make that the country. Elon probably wants me dead for this. Well, if that's the case, maybe I should just let him kill me. I mean, like I just said, i’d die for him. Yeah, that’d probably make him feel better. After all I've done, I should just die.”

Without further thought, I stand, and look at Elon, who is still frozen in the dark corner. “If it makes you feel any better, you can just kill me right here and now. I've caused you enough trouble, and I never meant for things to turn out this way. You probably hate my guts now, I certainly would if I were you. I vandalized your building, messed with your heart, and now I’ve just put you in the most awkward position ever. If I were to walk away now, I wouldn’t be able to live with my myself knowing the pain I’ve caused you, so I want you to kill me…” I tell him and then walk out into the light.

Hearing what I just said, Elon snapped back to reality and looked at me with a blank expression. I had no way of knowing what he was thinking nor what he’d do next. He processed what I had to say for a moment, and realized I was serious.

Part 8: Should I Stay or Should I go Now?

“I won’t kill you. How could I? You’ve done no wrong in my eyes. You love me, no doubt, in a way I’ve never seen before. I’ve never had a woman offer herself to me in such a way, I am truly shocked,” Elon sighs, then stands.

He is right, I do love him. I’d do anything for him, literally.

At this point, my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light, so I couldn’t quite see him very clearly standing in the shadows.

But when Elon stepped out from the darkness, and had left the t-shirt that he was previously utilizing to cover himself with behind, he stood, 6’2 ft tall, huge, compared to me, without a single piece of clothing. He was a sight. Hell, if I’d had a camera, and taken a picture of him, I could become a billionaire myself just from selling photos of Elon Musk bucknaked.

His complexion is luminous - a beautiful milky white in an almost otherworldly kind of way. Elon’ shoulders and arms are beefy. He has a fascinating build - a large barrel chest and Elon is chubby enough that he has cute little tits. Also his ass and thighs are thicc.

As my eyes scanned down the rest of his heavenly body, I noticed Elon’s girthy enlarged member, that had to’ve been at least 7 ½ inches in length.

In simplest terms, he was gorgeous. There is no word that could perfectly describe his sexy body.

But then I noticed something else, along with that pretty figure of his, he had many scars: one on his neck, another on his chest and a few across his sides. Not to mention the one on his right cheek, and the ones he had on his back.

He’d looked like he’d been in a battle or something. Perhaps those scars bothered him and that’s his problem?

“Where did you get those scars?” I ask. To which Elon replied: “Growing up wasn’t easy, and some of these came after I became an adult… I know, they’re terrible to look at…” he sighs, slouches a bit, then turns away from me.

“Are you suicidal?” He then asks.

“What?” He totally caught me off guard.

“Are you?” He repeats.

How could I lie to him? I wanted to say “no”, but instead I told him the truth. “Yes. And if you would’nt have been here today, I’d be hanging my my neck off the grid-fin of that booster outside the building right now.”

“Is that why you vandalized the hallway and the door to my office? To say goodbye?”

“Yes…”

I honestly felt ashamed. Like when you do something bad and your parents ask you: “what did you do that was naughty?”

“Your a real peice of shit… a real bitch. Damn he probably hates me…” my inner voice says, trying to grill me.

“You know, suicide is a selfish act. People like you are so self centered that they only think of their own suffering, and therefore determine to end themselves based on their own warped personal views. And I’d say 90% of the time you people don’t think people will care weather you live or die, but that’s just not true. When you people kill yourselves, you hurt others. You cause pain to the ones you love or the ones whom love you. Think about it. How selfish is that?” Elon says, his voice regaining its usual sternness.

Hearing those words come from his mouth hit me like a ton of bricks. The fact that he was right only made me feel more worthless.

This was probably the worst day of my life. “Now what are we going to do?” The voice in my head asks. I really hadn’t the slightest clue. “Why don’t we get out of this place, eh? You got no more business here…”

“Maybe I should ask Elon what he wants me to do? No. I should just get out of here… I don’t belong here, I never did. Coming to California was a huge mistake. What the hell was I thinking? God, I’m a fucking idiot.”

So what I did next, was I went over and picked up Elon’s clothes and tapped him on the shoulder: “here, put your pants on,” I say and hand him his clothes.

Elon took the clothes and looked at me briefly, “what are you doing?” He asks.

“I’m getting out of here. That’s what’s going on. I should have never come to California. This was all just a big mistake…” I say as I turn my back to Elon. “It was interesting knowing you… Sorry things had to be so weird… You won't see me again, that's a promise. And as for the vandalism, I'll pay you for the damage. I've saved every penny I've gotten from this job, other than what I've had to pay for food and rent, and it probably won't be enough to cover for all of the damage. But it should get you a bucket of paint or so… I’ll bring it back tonight because I won't be here tomorrow.” and then I started walking. I couldn't even look at him. I felt terrible.

Part 9: Ride My Rocket

Elon remained quiet. And that was fine. Doubt he had anything more to say to me. I'm not worth talking to…

But Elon swiftly reached out and grabbed my wrist, and pulled me back. He used his arms to pin me against his strong body. “You're not going anywhere.”

Instead of melding into his grasp, I pushed against him, I had to leave. I couldn't do this anymore, “release me!” I plea.

Elon’s grip on me only got stronger. And it seemed the more I resisted, the more he restricted me.

“You finished?” He asks, when I finally stop trying to escape him. I was tired, I felt like complete shit. I really did want to die. “Please… just… let me die… I’m not worth it,” I say with tears in my eyes.

“No,” he whispers, and eases his grip on me, but only enough so that he was merely hugging me from behind. He started running his hands down my arms, and then released me. Then he slid his large hands over to my hips, where he then pulls my butt to where I could feel his large penis pressing against me.

He began kissing the side of my neck and nipping my flesh. He was turning me on again. “No, I can’t! Not now! I have to go.”

Again I try to push away from him, but then he grabs my breasts with one hand, and with the other he grabs me right between the legs, and pulls me back again, causing a moan to escape my lips.

“You like that?” He coos seductively. And begins rubbing me with his huge hands. “E-Elon I-“ “Shhh… baby. I forgive you. Stay with me, love. Don’t leave me,” he whispers in my ear and sends chills down my spine. “I need you.”

He started massaging my breasts and crotch, which totally turned me on. Pushing his member on my butt as hard as I swear he could. Elon started rolling his hips forward and up, slowly, and continued to kiss my neck and give me hickies.

I couldn’t resist any longer, I wanted him. So I turned around and faced Elon and pressed my lips against his, earning a moan out of him as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped one arm around his waist, to pull him closer and my other arm I reached up so I could run my fingers through his soft wavy dark brown hair. “Oh, he is so so sexy.”

Elon started taking off my shirt, to which I happily let him take off, which was soon followed by my bra, pants and panties. Then once I was fully naked, Elon stood back a bit and looked at me.

“Beautiful,” he whispers and smiles while running his hands up and down my sides, which totally made me blush.

“Elon?”

“Yes?”

“You’re… you are… you’re so… I… I don’t know what word that could even come close to describing you. Oh Elon, I-“

And then he placed the most tender of kisses upon my lips, and rested his forehead against mine. His hands slid down to my hips again and pulled me in to where I could feel his large warm member pressing against my wet pussy.

“I want you to ride my rocket,” he giggles and pushes harder against my entrance. “Oh Elon, I love you!” I laugh back and hug him, and leave a trail of kisses from his lips down the side of his jaw.

I continued kissing him, and gave him hickies on his neck, which made him groan and start rubbing me with his member.

“Mmhh you're nice and wet, baby,” he hums and continues to rub me. He starts to grind harder and harder against me. His breathing was becoming more rapid, and he squeezed me close to his body. “(y/n), my love, please, I need you to ride me,” he moans. Seeing him like this feels empowering. Like I had control over him.

So I decided to get creative. “Elon, I'd like to play a little game…” I say with an evil smirk on my face, of which Elon didn't see, for his face was still buried in my neck. I then pushed him away, which wasn't easy because he wanted me so badly.

“I want you to sit in that chair over there,” I say and point over to a metal fold out chair. “Why?” Elon asks. “You’ll see…” I giggle.

Surprisingly, Elon did what he was told to do, and sat down in the metal chair. Meanwhile, I went and grabbed the belt he was wearing earlier alone with my own belt, that was still hooked around our pants.

At the time, the chair's position allowed me to sneak behind Elon and gather these items. So then I approached him from behind, swiftly used his belt (because it was the longest and could wrap around his huge chest) to bind his upper body and arms to the back of the chair. “Hey! What fuck are you doing!” he grunts, as I strap him up tight.

I only chuckle, then take my belt and use it to tether his feet to the front legs of the chair, which wasn't very easy, since he started to panic.

“Elon, chill. Haven't any of your past women done this to you?” I laugh. “No?” he replies as I manage to grab his thick long legs and bind them to the legs of the chair with my belt.

I hadn't ever done this before myself, but I decided to play off that kinky dream I had with Elon fucking a thrust puck. Anyways, now with Elon bound up, I walked back around to his front and looked at him for a minute. He looked kinda sketched, but hell, if you'd never had this done before, I'm sure anyone would be a bit nervous.

Next, I leaned forward, lifted his chin with my hand and gently petted his cheeks with my other hand. “You're just so precious,” I whisper and then gently kiss the tip of his nose. Elon again moaned, I briefly looked down and saw his cock was still fully erect. The tip was red and swollen, like it might explode, precum was oozing out, and I could see the veins that lined his shaft. So I decided to give him a handjob. I had never done that before either, but I had to look up the definition once because I had no idea what someone was talking about and then I learned what it was the easy way.

I grabbed his throbbing dick and did exactly what I had learned from a tutorial video. I worked my hands up and down his long shaft, pulled, twisted and rubbed him for a while, which was driving Elon out of his mind.

By now, the Elon that the rest of the world knows is long gone. Instead, I had tied up in the Hawthorne SpaceX building basement was this growling, and howling beast tied up to a chair.

He was moaning so loud, I had to tell him to quiet down in case his employees might hear him. He tried, but the pleasure I was giving him was too intense. So I grabbed my shirt and gagged him with it. “I told you to keep quiet,” I growled, as I tightly tied my shirt to his head. Then I went back to work on that beautiful penis of his.

I continued the handjob for about 10 minutes, making sure to stop whenever he got close to orgasim. A little technique I learned from the tutorial. Heheh… Right before he was about to cum, I'd stop and you could hear him pleading through the gag to continue. It was sexual torture for him, and I loved seeing him beg from me like that. To have control over him felt so good. I never wanted this to end. Watching his whole muscular body tense up with frustration and lust was an amazing sight. But my god, the things he was probably planning to do to me if I were to release him from this bound state made me kinda nervous.

An hour went by, and I continued to stop and start the handjob. Elon at this point was getting tired of the game, no doubt he loved the sensations he was getting, I could tell he was frustrated as hell. His eyes were super dilated and dark with desire. Heck, if you could see the look on his face, you'd swear he was possessed. “Call the preacher this boy needs a fucking exorcism!”

Elons face was as red as a tomato, and drops of sweat were dripping from his brow. His breathing was fast and deep, I watched his chest heave against the leather belt that was right around his body. It looked fragile against his huge body, like it would soon break if he kept bracing against it.

I then started kissing his adorable face, making my way down his neck, to his chest, then stomach, where he apparently was ticklish. He’d flinch every time I got my lips close to his abdomen and giggled a bit. Then I left a trail of kisses from his belly to the base of his cock. Where I left a hickey. From there, I kissed up his shaft to the tip, where I then began a blowjob.

Like the handjob, I'd stop and go whenever he was about to have an orgasim, which further built up the pressure and frustration of Elon’s situation.

He wanted me to let him have it so bad that he began to cry. It was then that I realised i’d been going at this torture session for well over and hour and decided that he’d have enough.

Part 10: Pure Love

Elon was sobbing at this point, and I felt bad. “Shh, baby… Don't cry,” I whisper to him and tenderly kiss his tear-streaked cheeks. I ran my hand through his hair, which was now sticky from all his sweating, and undid the gag that I had over his mouth, of which I next gave a passionate French kiss.

He moaned as I kissed him, I looked down for a second to see his cock was still rock hard, throbbing, and covered in precum. “I'm going to let you go now,” I whisper in a seductive voice in his ear. “Oh baby, please. I can't take this anymore.” he replied with a shaky choked up voice.

First, I unbound his legs, then the rest of his upper body. Then I wrapped my arms around him and sat on his lap, straddling him. His big dick was pressing against my hot moist core and the sensation of feeling him there was intense enough to make me moan.

Elon still had tears in his eyes, then he looked at me with the most innocent gaze I’d ever seen. His eyes, they are something else. A window to his very soul. When you look at them, you can see everything about him, all his past joys and sorrows.

“You have beautiful eyes,” I tell him, to which he smiles, and blushes a bit. “So are yours,” he replies and leans in to kiss me.

The basement was rather chilly and he was so warm. Elon started to slowly rock his hips which caused his cock to slide back and forth beneath me which gave me an amazing sensation. “Don’t stop, Elon… mmh.”

His actions were making me moan, as I loved what he was doing. Elon slid his tongue deep into my mouth and we remained this way for some time.

Soon, he picked me up, and got out of the chair. He walked over to a far corner of the room, where there was a washer and dryer. There was a laundry hamper full of clean clothes that he flipped over and scattered across the floor making them into what appeared to be a sort of nest.

“I want to lay you down, but not on the cold floor, thus I figured this will do,” he whispers in my ear as he lays me down atop the spread out clothes.

They were his clothes, I smelled his scented laundry detergent.

Elon then lied down next to me and rolled onto his back. Looking at me with lustful eyes, he says “Love me,” in a tone of voice that nearly sounded like he was pleading.

I crawl on top of him and rub my body over his. Pressing myself onto him felt amazing, like it was almost as there was this electromagnetism between us. I centered myself onto his throbbing member, and pressed my wet pussy against him.

Elon wrapped one arm around my torso and the other below my rump so he could push me onto him even more. “Oh Elon! You feel so good,” I groan, “Baby, this is just the beginning,” he grins as he begins to push his dick inside of me. “Your so fucking huge!” I gasp as he continues to slowly slide into me. “Heh, your way tighter than I ever imagined!” Elon grunts and then pushes me down the rest of the way onto his giant manhood.

Once he was all the way in, he began to rock me with his hips and held me as tight as a boa-constrictor. The skin of his girthy member felt as soft as the finest silk as he slowly thrusted into me. I nestled my face into his neck and just lied there for a while, enjoying the sensations he was giving me and breathing in his scent, which smells what I only could describe as heavenly.

“I love you,” Elon whispers into my ear and then kisses my cheek. Hearing those words come from his mouth really touched me in a way that ended up bringing on tears, “I love you too.”

“Why are you crying,” he asks with a concerned look on his face, “love, if it hurts just tell me and I’ll stop.” “No, that isn’t it. You feel amazing. I’m just happy I guess… I’ve never felt this way before… I’ve never done this before...” “You’re a virgin?” he asks with a dumbfounded expression. “Yeah…” I admit.

“I thought you were some sort of kinky hoe when you had me tied up, but I guess I was wrong about the hoe part,” Elon snickers. “Shut up you troll,” I laugh and begin to kiss him again.

We kept a nice and easy pace for what felt like an eternity. But soon enough, Elon was beginning to fall over the edge. He had flipped me onto my back and was now on top of me. He was quickening his pace and was covering my face and neck with tender kisses. He trailed his mouth down to my left breast to which he then began to suckle.

The sensation I felt made me squirm beneath him, but he used his weight to constrict me. “Just relax, love,” he whispers as he goes to give my right breast some attention. So I relaxed, and found his actions to be rather pleasurable after a while.

Elon then drops my breast and then looks up at me with a smug grin on his lips. “I want to try something.” “What?” I ask. He raises a brow and flashes a smile that was so hot it would make the icecaps melt in a second, “position 69.”

“Oh damn. I should’ve known this was coming…” I think to myself and grin.

“I’ve always wanted to try it. Sadly I guess all my past partners couldn’t handle the idea of deepthroating my cock while I drink the nectar of their pussys. Haha…” he laughs, but then his voice and expression shift to a mixture of disappointment and sadness, “so they all turned me down… and I don’t expect you to accept, I just was wondering if-“

I planted my lips on Elon’s once again and I reached up my hands to run my fingers through his silky brown hair. Elon moaned into the kiss of which I soon broke, “I would love to try it,” I smile.

After our kiss, we got into the position. Elon was beneath me, face in the direction of my rear, while my face was towards his huge penis that was still red, erect, and still oozing precum. I began licking the tip of his cock which caused him to moan and then grabbed my ass with his huge hands. The next thing I knew I could feel his warm tongue pressing against my wet entrance. It felt kinda weird at first, but then he started licking me, and then it felt so fucking good.

I then took Elon’s whole member into my mouth and sucked him. I had never tasted precum before, but to my surprise it tasted a little sweet. So I kept sucking him, bobbing my head up and down, and sliding my tongue all over him.

Elon was moaning into my pussy, he grabbed my butt harder and pressed his face into me hard as he could. “Damn, either I’m making him feel really good, or he likes how I taste.”

We kept this up until we were both feeling like we might orgasm. I thought we’d keep going, but Elon stopped and took me up so that I was straddling his lap. “I want to cum in that tight little pussy of yours,” he growls, and pulls me in for a deep fiery kiss and slides his member into me.

He rocked me over his hips and eventually pinned me down on my back. His thrusts were strong and shook my body with nothing but pleasure. “Oh baby, you’re so fucking amazing! Oh love! Mmmmnh!” He groans.

We were going crazy for each other, and the basement area was filled with the ambience of deep throated groaning and breathy moaning. At the volume of the sounds we were producing during our love making session, it bewildered me as to why nobody could hear us. Or maybe they did and knew it was Elon and didn’t want to get fired.

Honestly, I could care less if people heard. Let the world know I’m fucking the most loving, most beautiful, sexiest man in the galaxy.

“Mmmmhhh, harder, Daddy Musk,” I whisper seductively into Elon’s ear. “Oh honey, I’ll fuck you till your sore,” he grunts and speeds up his thrusts even faster.

He was hammering me as deep as my little pussy would allow, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if he kept this up. “Elon, I’m going to-“ “Shhhh… come for me. Come for Daddy,” he says and kisses me passionately.

His words drove me over the moon. And before I knew it, I came so hard. and at the same moment, he did too, pouring his hot creamy fluid within me.

I felt like I was in heaven. It was like there was this light all around us. I never wanted this moment to end. “I love you. And always will,” Elon whispers and we kiss once again.

We remained entangled with each other for god knows how long. Just cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Eventually, I must have fallen asleep. Because when I woke up, I wasn’t lying on the floor with Elon. In fact, I had no idea where I was.

I had to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, then I realized I was home in my room. Confused, I lean over and check my clock, which reads 8:47 PM. Looking down at my clothes, they were still the same clothes I was wearing when I last lied down to go to sleep yesterday night.

Did Elon bring me here? How the hell did I get home and not remember? I think to myself. Realizing the time, I had to get my shit together and get to work. I'll just find something to eat there or something.

After brushing my hair, washing my face and putting on some light makeup, I ran out to my Camaro, got in, and drove away. Once I got to the SpaceX building, I walked in the front door as I usually do and most of the employees were heading home. I'd wait another hour before sneaking into the dining hall and kitchen to scavenge for a small dinner.

Once the time hit 9:00 PM, everyone had left, except for Elon, I assume, because he stays in his office unless he needs to be out of town.

In the kitchen, I looked around for leftovers, and found a large salad in the fridge along with some chicken legs. What the cooks do is they make the daily meals for the workers and any leftovers get saved that were untouched.

After I ate my fill, I cleaned up after myself, then went to the security office. While at my desk, my mind flashed back to the events of last night that took place between Elon and I in the basement.

But as I looked at the monitor, I noticed the date. It was still Sunday. What the hell? How is that possible? Then it dawned on me. All the events that took place were a dream. Just another one of my hyper-realistic dreams. I also recalled the key I needed to return to Elon. So I got up from my desk and decided to go give it to him. If he was here that is.

On my way to his office, I couldn't help but feel so stupid to think my dream was true and that Elon would even touch me let alone fuck me to oblivion.

I also remembered I had attempted to commit suicide. Like I'd do that. I've given the concept thought tons of times, but when it comes to actually taking action, I can't. I get depressed a lot, and think all is lost and I'll never be loved one minute, and the next I'm fine. So stupid…

Once I was standing in front of the door to Elon’s office, I knocked, and to my surprise I heard him tell me to come in. Upon opening the door, I see him at his desk, back turned to me. He was typing something up on his computer, maybe an email. Who knows. I then cautiously walk up beside him and take the key out of my pocket. “Found this after you came to talk to me in my office the other night. Though you may have dropped it because it isn't mine. And it wasn't in there before you came in to see me,” I say.

Elon pauses his work and turns in his chair to face me. He holds out his large hand and I carefully dropped the key into it. “Ah, the basement key! I thought I had lost my mind because I swore I put it into my pocket,” he says and then feels his pants. Which my gaze followed and I couldn't help but notice the slight bulge in between his big long legs.

His black jeans fit tightly to his body right now because they're a bit small. Elon’s gained a bit of weight, but not crazy big. He's just wider, and kinda thicc. Because of his wideness, he had to stand up just to fit his big ass hand into the pocket of his pants. And damn was he taller than me when he stood up. I felt so small in his presence.

“Aww man, there's a hole,” he signs as he feels the small opening in the pocket. “Guess I’ll just keep the key in my desk,” he sighs and then opens the main drawer, dropping the key into a small holster on the inside.

The end…

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