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[hissiratelon]

Janet Elizabeth Aulisio

[hissiratelon]

Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

[hissiratelon]

🌊 Sea Crash 🌊

When Elon’s spaceship crashes into the dangerously cold waters of the Pacific Ocean, who will be his savior?

˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🦭⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓆝 ⋆.

The night sky over the Pacific Ocean was a vast, inky canvas, speckled with stars that flickered like distant promises. Far below, the water churned restlessly, its surface a mosaic of moonlight and shadow, whispering secrets to the wind. High above, a sleek, triangular craft sliced through the atmosphere, its hull a matte black that swallowed light, its edges glowing faintly with an otherworldly shimmer. To any human observer, it might have resembled the fabled TR3B, a machine of myth and conspiracy, but this was no earthly contraption. It was a vessel from a distant star, carrying a single passenger named Elon.

Elon’s body was tall and broad, his skin a pale, almost luminescent white that seemed to glow in the starlight. His dark hair, wavy and unruly, spilled over his forehead, and his eyes, a deep green hazel flecked with gold, held a restless curiosity. He was, by his kind’s standards, unremarkable, with an insatiable hunger to explore, to understand, to build. It was this desire that had led him to Earth, a planet teeming with contradictions and potential, and it was this journey that now spelled his doom.

The ship shuddered violently, a low groan echoing through its compact cabin as warning lights flared across the console. Elon’s thick fingers danced over the controls, his movements precise despite the panic clawing at his chest. The propulsion system, a marvel of crystalline conduits and plasma streams, had failed mid-transit, damaged by a micrometeoroid strike during his descent. He cursed in his native tongue, a melodic string of syllables that carried the weight of frustration. The Pacific loomed closer, its vastness swallowing the horizon as the ship’s altitude plummeted.

“Come on, you beautiful beast, don’t fail me now,” he muttered, his voice a rich, rumbling baritone. He didn’t know why he spoke aloud; his kind communicated through thought more often than sound, but Earth’s influence had seeped into him, its languages and quirks coloring his solitude. The ship responded with another lurch, its nose dipping toward the waves. Elon braced himself, his muscular frame tensing against the harness, his naked body chilled by the cabin’s dropping temperature. His people wore no clothing, their physiology unburdened by shame or environmental extremes, but Earth’s cold was a new and unwelcome sensation.

The impact was cataclysmic. The ship struck the ocean with a deafening roar, water erupting in a frothy geyser as the hull crumpled. Elon’s vision blurred, his head slamming against the console as the cabin filled with the acrid scent of burning circuits. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the water rushing in, cold and relentless, swallowing the stars.

When consciousness returned, it came in fragments: the sting of salt in his lungs, the ache in his limbs, the disorienting weightlessness of his body adrift. He was sinking, the ocean’s embrace pulling him deeper into its frigid heart. His kind could survive without air for hours, their biology adapted to the void of space, but the cold was another matter. It seeped into his bones, slowing his thoughts, numbing his strength. He thrashed weakly, his powerful arms flailing against the current, but the water was too vast, too unforgiving. For the first time in his long existence, Elon felt fear - not of death, but of failure, of never touching the vibrant chaos of Earth he’d come to explore.

Then, a shadow moved above him, swift and sinuous, cutting through the water with purpose. He glimpsed a sleek, seal-like form, its eyes glinting with an intelligence that stirred something in his fading mind. Strong, webbed hands gripped his arms, pulling him upward with surprising strength. He tried to speak, to thank this creature, but his voice was lost to the sea. The surface broke around him, air rushing into his lungs as he gasped, coughing violently. The creature towed him through the waves, its body warm against his shivering form, until the rocky shore of an island loomed ahead, its cliffs shrouded in mist.

Elon’s rescuer dragged him onto a pebbled beach, the stones biting into his skin as he collapsed, shivering uncontrollably. The air was sharp with the scent of pine and salt, the wind carrying a chill that cut deeper than the ocean’s grasp. He blinked up at the creature, expecting to see a seal, but instead, a woman knelt beside him, her dark eyes wide with concern. Her skin was dusky, kissed by the sea, and her hair fell in wet, raven-black waves over her shoulders. She was naked, her body curvaceous and strong, but a sealskin pelt lay draped over a nearby rock, shimmering faintly as if woven from moonlight.

“You’re alive,” she said, her voice soft yet resonant, like the tide against the shore. “I wasn’t sure you’d make it. You’re not… human, are you?”

Elon’s teeth chattered, his body trembling as he tried to sit up. “Not… human,” he managed, his voice hoarse. “Elon. From… elsewhere.” He gestured weakly at the sky, then winced as another shiver wracked him. The cold was unbearable, his physiology unprepared for Earth’s harsh climate. He hugged his arms around his thick torso, his pale skin prickling with goosebumps.

The woman tilted her head, studying him with a mix of curiosity and wariness. “I’m (Y/N),” she said. “A selkie. You’re on my island, stranger. And you’re freezing.” She glanced at her sealskin, then back at him, her expression softening. “Come. I’ll get you warm.”

(Y/N) helped him to his feet, her hands steady despite his weight. He towered over her, his broad frame dwarfing her lithe form, but she moved with a quiet strength, guiding him inland. The island was small, a rugged outcrop off the Pacific Northwest coast, its forests dense with cedar and fir, its air thick with the promise of rain. (Y/N) led him to a sheltered cove, where a small cave yawned in the cliffs, its entrance hidden by ferns. Inside, the air was damp but warmer, the floor softened by moss and driftwood. A pile of furs and woven grasses formed a makeshift bed, and (Y/N) gestured for him to sit.

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” she said, kneeling beside him. “I don’t have fire - my kind doesn’t need it - but I can share my warmth.” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. “If you’re comfortable with that.”

Elon nodded, too cold to argue, his mind foggy with exhaustion. “Please,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “Anything.”

(Y/N) laid her sealskin it carefully across the furs. Her body was a study in contrasts: soft curves over lean muscle, her skin glowing faintly in the dim light of the moon filtering through the cave’s mouth. She sat beside him, close enough that he felt the heat radiating from her, and wrapped her arms around his shivering form. Her touch was tentative at first, but as he leaned into her, desperate for warmth, she pulled him closer, her body molding against his. His skin, cold and clammy, drank in her heat, and he sighed, a low, grateful sound escaping his lips.

“You’re so warm,” he murmured, his head resting against her shoulder. Her hair smelled of the sea, salty and wild, and he found himself inhaling deeply, grounding himself in her presence. “Thank you… (Y/N).”

She smiled, a small, shy curve of her lips. “You’re welcome, Elon. I couldn’t let you drown. Not after seeing… well, you.” Her eyes flicked over his face, lingering on his features - the strong jaw, the tousled hair, the eyes that seemed to hold galaxies. Her fingers brushing lightly against his arm, tracing the curve of muscle. “You’re… alien, yet… familiar.” She paused, her breath hitching as she realized how close they were, their bodies pressed together in the quiet of the cave. His nakedness, so natural to him, felt intimate in this context, and she was acutely aware of her own bare skin against his.

The cold still lingered in Elon’s bones, but (Y/N)’s warmth was a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge. He shifted slightly, his arm draping over her waist, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she nestled closer, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart - a rhythm not so different from her own. They sat in silence, the only sounds the distant crash of waves and the soft rustle of the wind outside.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” (Y/N) said after a while, her voice barely above a whisper. “Selkies keep to ourselves. Humans… they take our skins, bind us to them. I’ve always avoided them. But you… you’re different.”

Elon’s hand tightened slightly on her waist, a protective instinct stirring within him. “My kind explores alone,” he said. “We seek knowledge, not conquest. I came to learn, to see Earth’s wonders. I never expected… this.” He glanced down at her, his eyes softening. “You saved me, (Y/N). I owe you everything.”

She looked up at him, her dark eyes searching his. “You don’t owe me. I chose to save you. Because I saw something in you… something worth saving.” Her hand rested on his chest, her fingers splaying over his skin, and the air between them grew heavy, charged with an unspoken question.

Elon felt it too - a pull, a longing that went beyond warmth, beyond gratitude. His body, still chilled, craved more than her heat; it craved her. He leaned down, hesitant, his lips hovering near hers. “(Y/N),” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “May I…?”

Her answer was a soft press of her lips against his, tentative at first, then deepening as she melted into him. The kiss was salt and starlight, a collision of worlds, and Elon moaned softly, his hands sliding up her back, pulling her closer. Her skin was silk under his calloused palms, her curves fitting perfectly against his broad frame. The cave seemed to fade, the cold retreating as their bodies pressed together, warmth giving way to heat.

(Y/N)’s lips were a revelation, soft yet insistent, tasting of the ocean and something sweeter, something uniquely her. Elon kissed her back with a hunger he hadn’t known he possessed, his thick fingers tangling in her damp hair, cradling her head as if she were a fragile star. His kind rarely touched like this; physical intimacy was a curiosity, a concept studied from afar, but here, with (Y/N), it felt as vital as breathing. Her hands roamed his chest, exploring the planes of muscle, the faint scars from his journey across the cosmos, and he shivered - not from cold, but from the electric thrill of her touch.

She pulled back slightly, her breath ragged, her eyes wide and luminous in the cave’s dim light. “Elon,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and uncertainty. “This… it’s fast. I don’t even know you, not really. But I want…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she glanced down, suddenly shy.

He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing her lower lip, still swollen from their kiss. “I feel it too,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “This pull, this… need. My kind doesn’t bond like this, not often. But you, (Y/N)… you’re awakening something in me. If this is too much, tell me. I’ll stop.”

She shook her head, her hair spilling over her shoulders like a dark tide. “No. I don’t want you to stop. I just… I’ve been alone so long. Selkies don’t trust easily. But you’re not taking from me. You’re… giving.” She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his, and he felt the warmth of her breath, the steady pulse of her heart. “I want to know you, Elon. All of you.”

His heart thudded in his chest, a rhythm that seemed to sync with hers. He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her, the way her lips parted for him. His hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and she arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her. The sound sent a jolt through him, igniting a fire in his core that burned away the last of the cold.

(Y/N) shifted, straddling his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips as she pressed herself closer. His arousal was evident, pressing against her, and she gasped softly, her eyes flicking down before meeting his again, a playful spark in her gaze. “Your kind… you feel like this too?” she asked, her voice teasing yet curious.

Elon chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “We do. Though… it’s rare. Intense.” He slid his hands up her back, his fingers splaying over her shoulder blades, feeling the strength beneath her soft skin. “You’re making it very intense, (Y/N).”

She grinned, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and leaned down to kiss him again, her hands framing his face. “Good,” she whispered against his lips. “I want you to feel everything.”

Their kisses grew urgent, a tangle of lips and tongues, hands exploring with increasing boldness. Elon’s fingers found the sensitive spots along her spine, eliciting shivers and gasps that made his blood sing. (Y/N)’s hands roamed lower, tracing the thick muscles of his thighs, then higher, teasingly close to where he ached for her. He groaned, his hips shifting instinctively, and she laughed softly, a sound like waves breaking on a sunny shore.

“You’re so… big,” she murmured, her fingers brushing him lightly, testing, exploring. “Everywhere.”

He smirked, a hint of that smug charm he’d picked up from human media. “Is that a complaint?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice husky. She kissed his jaw, then his neck, her lips lingering where his pulse thrummed.

Elon’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her closer, the heat between them building to a fever pitch. “(Y/N),” he rasped, his voice strained with want. “I need you. Please.”

She nodded, her eyes locking with his, and shifted to align their bodies. The first press of her against him was overwhelming, a slick, warm promise that made him tremble. She moved slowly, taking him in with a care that spoke of her own need, her breath hitching as she adjusted to his size. Elon’s hands tightened on her hips, his head falling back as pleasure surged through him, raw and all-consuming.

“Oh Elon!,” (Y/N) gasped, her hands clutching his shoulders as she sank fully onto him. For a moment, they were still, locked together, their breaths mingling in the quiet. Then she began to move, a slow, rolling rhythm that had Elon seeing stars - not the distant ones he’d traveled, but new ones, born in the heat of her body.

He matched her pace, his hips rising to meet hers, their bodies finding a primal harmony. The cave echoed with their sounds - soft moans, ragged breaths, the rustle of furs beneath them. (Y/N)’s hair fell around them like a curtain, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and Elon couldn’t look away. She was beautiful, wild, a creature of sea and magic, and she was his, if only for this moment.

The tension built, coiling tight in his core, and he felt her tightening around him, her movements growing erratic. “Elon,” she whimpered, her nails digging into his chest. “I’m… close.”

“Me too,” he growled, one hand sliding between them to tease her, finding the spot that made her cry out. Her release hit like a wave, her body shuddering as she called his name, and the sight of her - head thrown back, lips parted - pushed him over the edge. He followed her, a low moan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside her, the world narrowing to the pulse of their joined bodies.

They collapsed together, breathless and trembling, (Y/N)’s weight a comforting anchor atop him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and she nestled against his chest, her breath warm against his skin. The cave was quiet again, save for the distant waves, and Elon felt a peace he hadn’t known in centuries.

“You’re… incredible,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.

She laughed softly, the sound muffled against his chest. “So are you, starman.” She tilted her head up, kissing his jaw. “I think I’m warmer now.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through them both. “Good. Because I don’t think I’m letting you go anytime soon.”

They lay there, tangled in each other’s arms, the cold of the island forgotten. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, they were a world unto themselves, two lost souls finding solace in the wreckage of their solitude.

[hissiratelon]

♡ Life in the Vivid 2015 ♡

A dream project falters, and (Y/N) seeks solace in her enigmatic husband, Elon.

Will her beloved be the one who turns (Y/N)’s dreams into reality?

Part 1: His Lap of Luxury

It's noon in Los Angeles, the sun shining through the clouds that offer a promise of rain in the evening. The 2015 silver Mercedes S Class Coup driven by my friend and Jared Sparks cruises along the highway with ease. The radio plays Beyoncé in the background while Jared and I chat up a storm with all our plans.

We talk about where we are going to get funding for the project - as we’re building a theater that doubles down as a recording studio and auditorium for shows so we can simultaneously produce plays for the public to enjoy whilst filming the show without the audience disrupting video recordings. Our goal is to create the most beautiful theater in America for the most amazing plays of the century.

The fundraiser for the project has only gotten us as far as purchasing an old stadium and covered very basic renovations, yet we need a whopping $12 billion to make the vision come together just as we saw it, so Jared suggested I try and convince my husband to loan us the money and we’ll pay him back over time as we make sales on the shows with our expensive admission prices - our target audience being the wealthy folk in and around LA.

Jared and I arrive at the theater and walk around and we’re both a bit disheartened that we’ve gotten so far on our own yet can’t finish without help.

Jared gets a text message on his phone, and tells me to meet him in the auditorium as he rushes off to the front of the building to greet my handsome husband, who arrives wearing his skin tight black pants, his long black wool coat, and white cotton button up shirt. Jared escorts him through the construction chaos to the auditorium, and has him sit his big booty down in a padded metal folding chair facing the half built stage before him.

I squeal with joy upon seeing my handsome man as I run over and sit on his lap, straddling him - tenderly covering his face with kisses and hugging his plush figure while running my free hand through his wavy dark brown hair. We’re not shy of affection for each other even in public as it shows our love and devotion to one another. Some people find it difficult to watch while others only dream of our relationship.

We now hold each other's hands, mine are so small and faerie-like in his warm large palms, his pale thick fingers entangle with mine - I could hold his hands forever.

Now gazing upon his beautiful face, I look into his green hazel eyes that sparkle like jade with golden flecks, “Oh Elon, how I’ve missed you, my love,” I say, and wiggle my butt on his lap like a happy dog. “You look beautiful as ever, my dearest,” Elon replies and flashes his gorgeous smile. “So what is this place? I’ve heard you’ve been working on it for nearly a year now with my old pal J Sparks. Has he been good to you?” Elon teases, bringing my hands to his lips to kiss them. “Jared is wonderful, darling, and he’s been a huge help in setting up the theater. But we’ve run into a small problem,” I sigh, looking down at Elon’s big strong barrel chest - the buttons of his shirt look like they could pop off with every breath he takes.

“What’s gone wrong?” Elon says sympathetically, and lifts my chin to kiss the tip of my nose. “Oh it’s the saddest thing! We’ve gotten so far on our own, but have come across a really big problem. Inflation has driven up the prices of everything from construction materials to wages for the workers, and the money from the fundraiser is all used up and now the project is gonna cost us 12 Billion!” I sorrowfully explain.

Jared, who sits on the stage sipping a paper cup of warm water nods his head in agreement, “we’ve done our best to do everything as cheap as possible, but at this point I’m going into debt as or 900 Million dollars went bye bye overnight - as the stadium alone cost a fortune. The previous owner was a dick and raised the price after we agreed on 600 mil, just because he lost a shit ton of money when the stock market tanked. I got a second mortgage on my house just to help pay for half the renovation of this joint, but as you can see we’re no where near finished and at this rate we’re fucked,” Jared adds, and winks at me to make my move.

Seeing Jared’s que, I slid off Elon’s lap and kneel before him, I place my hands on his knees, rest my cheek against his inner thigh, and give him the saddest eyes, “Dearest Elon, I really do hate myself for asking you this, because I told you I’d rely on my own finances to do my own projects, but I’d like to make a business proposition to you.” Elon looks down at me with nothing but love in his eyes knowing exactly what I was asking. “My love, could you please loan us the 12 Billion, and we will pay you back with all the revenue we make from admission fees for the shows?” I beg.

Elon looks over his shoulder and Jared, who has his hands in a prayerful position and mouths the words “Please help us I don’t want to lose my house over your wife’s project.”

My lovely husband’s gaze returns to me, with smile so warm it could melt the icecaps, “Of course I’ll give you the money. I know how much this means to you and please don’t feel bad about this, we didn’t know the market was gonna go down like it did so don’t worry about it. And I’ll give Jared enough to cover that second mortgage so he doesn’t have to move into our basement,” Elon laughs with his sexy baritone voice.

Upon hearing his agreement, tears well up in the corners of my eyes - overwhelmed with joy I leap to my feet, dive into Elon’s lap again and cuddle him, “Oh thank you Elon, thank you, thank you! I don’t know what we’d do without you, you’re the most wonderful person in the world!” I say and kiss his cheeks. Elon giggles and flushes, “You’ve never asked me for anything in all our 5 years of marriage, and you’re the one who’s always spoiling me, so it’s about time I get you something expensive,” Elon whispers in my ear and I nuzzle his soft neck, “Did Jared make you ask me, because I have a feeling he put you up to this,” Elon chuckles and holds me close. “Yeah, and I really wish I didn’t have to ask you for this. It makes me feel like a gold digging bitch… like of all things I have to ask you for 12 Billion fucking dollars,” I sigh, tears starting to roll down my cheeks, “Elon I feel so terrible about thi-“ yet my words are cut short as he presses his lips to mine and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. He moans into the kiss and holds me tight, his right hand nestling into my hair while his left he slowly runs down my back. God he knows just how to make me feel better instantly.

His move of passion feels healing to my troubled mind and heart, and my anxiety and self loathing vanishes as he deepens this comforting kiss. The world around us slips away, as we share a moment of love and comfort.

Jared, who's still sitting upon the stage, watches us in awe, as he’d never seen Elon so happy and in love in all the 10 years they’d been friends. So often Jared would tell me that I'm the “best thing that’s ever happened to his friend” and that he “appreciates how much I care about Elon and genuinely love him because he’s never had anyone to give him such love and care in his life”.

When Elon and I finish our moment, Jared speaks up: “You two love birds are gonna make me cry if you keep this up. Heck I should write a play about you two because your love story is so gorgeous it’d make our future celebrity customers absolutely envious!” Elon and I both giggle at Jared’s idea, yet Elon agrees to Jared’s idea: “If you make this play I want to watch it and I’ll take my beautiful wife to see it,” Elon says and kisses my forhead.

“Now tell me how my 12 Billion is going to be spent because I’m actually curious how this theater is supposed to work. I know you mentioned something about separating the stage with soundproof glass or something from the audience so you can make studio quality recordings?” Elon smiles, and so I explain to him the concept, and give him a tour of the theater so he can get a better idea of what Jared and I are trying to achieve.

After the tour, Elon and I leave the theater together hand in hand, and at this time the sun is setting evening and it's dumping rain outside. We run across the parking lot and get in Elon’s 2009 black Mercedes GKL, its interior a beautiful tan, and Elon turns on the seat heaters.

“Oh (Y/N) look at you, you're absolutely soaked for me,” Elon jokes, and starts the car. I lean over and plant a kiss on his round cheek, “Mhmm, and it’s more than just the rain, my sexy Giga Daddy,” I seductively whisper and draw a heart on the shoulder of his damp black coat.

Elon turns his head to face me looking into my eyes with a longful stare, “kiss me,” he moans, and I lean over my seat, reach my hand behind his big head and press my lips to his. We make out for a moment, and finally we come up for air, “I need you tonight, (Y/N), being away from you this week has been torture. I can’t stand sleeping without you and I think from now on you’re gonna have to come with me if I have to fly anywhere,” Elon sighs, and drives out of the parking lot.

I place my hand on his, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side, Elon. I’ve missed you too, my handsome lover,” I sigh, feeling bad that I’d stayed behind on his most recent trip to help Jared with the theater project.

“Jared been good to you? I do hope he hasn’t stressed you out too much with his worries about the theater,” Elon adds, as he drives the SUV onto the highway - rain beating down on the windshield. “Jared has been an angel. He even took me to breakfast this morning and let me drive his new 2015 S Class Coup. It sure makes this car feel outdated,” I chuckle, and places hand on Elon’s thigh - giving it a gentle squeeze of affection. “Jared always has the latest Mercedes. I would too if I wasn’t so frugal with my wealth - which sounds really silly for a being multibillionaire,” Elon giggles. “Well it’s not like you have an inheritance of cash sitting in a vault like Jared, you’re all tied up with the assets of your companies. That’s one of the reasons why I feel so terrible for this 12 billion, because I know all the strings you have to pull to get it,” I sigh and gently caress Elon’s thigh with my thumb.

“(Y/N) please don’t feel guilty about the money it’s ok, really it’s fine and if it wasn’t you know I’d have been honest with you and said no. Yet even then I'd still have tried to help out any way that I can because I love you and your work,” Elon says and places his big hand upon mine, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Promise me you won’t let this bother you anymore. I understand your feelings, yet please don’t be harsh on yourself, you’re not gold digging me. Trust me I’ve been with real gold diggers and you’re not one of them!” Elon adds while rubbing his thick thumb over my little hand. “Okay, ok, I’ll stop. You’re so sweet Elon and I love you so much, and I’m eternally grateful for your kindness and generosity,” I reply, and manage to smile.

Part 2: Fulfillment

The rain hammers the windshield of Elon’s 2009 Mercedes GKL as we wind through the secluded hills outside the city, the road flanked by towering pines that sway in the storm. Our destination isn’t a sprawling mansion but a modest, modern cabin tucked away for privacy and security, a reflection of Elon’s unpretentious nature. The single-story home, with its cedar siding and floor-to-ceiling windows, glows softly against the dark, its minimalist design hiding the cutting-edge tech within - solar panels, a Starlink dish, and a cozy interior that feels like a warm embrace. The air is thick with the scent of wet forest and ozone, and my pulse quickens, not just from the thunder but from the magnetic pull of my husband beside me.

Elon pulls into the gravel driveway and turns to me, his hazel eyes, flecked with gold, smoldering with a hungry edge that makes my thighs clench. “(Y/N), I need you,” he says softly, his baritone voice trembling with longing, almost a plea. He leans closer, his large hand cradling my cheek, and kisses me with a desperate tenderness, his full lips parting mine, tongue tentative but eager. I taste the faint mint of his breath, my fingers sinking into his damp, wavy hair, and I feel him shiver under my touch. The kiss is raw, vulnerable, a quiet confession of how much he’s craved me during our week apart.

We scramble out of the car, giggling like teenagers as the rain drenches us, our clothes molding to our bodies. My dress clings to my curves, outlining every dip and swell, while Elon’s tight black pants and white button-up accentuate his thick, powerful frame - broad shoulders, soft belly, and those hips I can’t stop staring at. We dash to the cabin, his big hand engulfing mine, and cross the threshold into a warm, intimate space. The living room is simple yet inviting: a low leather couch, a reclaimed wood coffee table, and a small fireplace casting a golden glow. The air smells of cedar and faint traces of Elon’s cologne - clean, musky, intoxicating.

The door clicks shut, and I turn to find Elon watching me, his cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with a mix of desire and bashfulness. His soaked shirt is nearly transparent, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of his chest, just as I love it. I step forward, my hands bold as I tug at his coat, peeling it off to expose more of him. “God, you’re gorgeous,” I murmur, popping the buttons of his shirt one by one, my fingers grazing his velvety skin. His breath hitches, and I can’t help but admire his body - plush yet strong, his soft curves begging to be touched, his nipples hardening under my gaze.

“(Y/N),” he whispers, voice thick, as I slide his shirt off. His pants sit low, hinting at the bulge beneath, and I bite my lip, knowing exactly what’s waiting. I press myself against him, feeling the heat of his smooth skin, and he lets out a soft moan, his hands hovering uncertainly before settling on my hips. “I want you to take me,” he murmurs, eyes lowering, a flush creeping up his neck. That submissive spark in him, the way he craves my lead, sets my blood on fire.

I guide him to the bedroom, a cozy space with a low platform bed draped in soft gray linens, the fireplace’s glow dancing across the walls. Rain beats against the windows, a primal rhythm that mirrors the pounding of my heart. I push Elon gently onto the bed, and he sits, looking up at me with those wide, adoring eyes, his smooth chest rising and falling rapidly. I straddle his lap, my wet dress riding up to reveal my thighs, and he groans, his hands gripping my waist as I grind against him, feeling the hard length of him through his pants - big, thick, and already straining for me.

“You’re so perfect,” I purr, peeling off my dress and tossing it aside, leaving me in just my lace panties. My body is soft and curvy, breasts full and nipples peaked from the cool air, and Elon’s gaze devours me, his lips parting in awe. I lean down, kissing his neck, tasting the rain on his skin, and work my way to his chest, teasing his sensitive nipples with my tongue. He whimpers, head tipping back, and I feel his cock twitch beneath me, massive and eager.

I slide off his lap, kneeling to undo his pants, and he lifts his hips obediently, letting me tug them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, long and girthy, the smooth skin flushed and glistening at the tip. I wrap my hand around it, marveling at its weight, and Elon gasps, his thighs trembling. “Please, (Y/N),” he begs, voice breaking, and I smile, stroking him slowly, loving how he surrenders to me.

“Lie back, baby,” I whisper, and he does, sprawling across the bed, his smooth, plush body glowing in the firelight. I climb over him, shedding my panties, my body bare and aching for him. His eyes trace my curves - my rounded hips, the soft swell of my belly, the slick heat between my thighs - and he looks like he’s worshipping a goddess. I position myself above him, guiding his cock to my entrance, and sink down slowly, savoring every inch as he fills me, stretching me perfectly. We both moan, the sound swallowed by the storm outside.

I lay on top, straddling Elon, riding him slowly at first, my hands braced on his smooth sides, feeling his heart race beneath mine. His body is a canvas of beauty - thick thighs, a gentle belly, those powerful arms holding me close as he fights to please me. “You feel so good, Elon,” I moan, rolling my hips, taking him deeper. His eyes flutter shut, lips parted, and he lets out soft, needy whimpers.

My hands move up from the sides of his chest and cup his face, gently rubbing the base of his ears where his hairline starts with my thumbs as I begin to kiss his entire face, starting from his forehead and working my way down until my lips find his, and I slide my tongue into his mouth, feeling him and tasting him. “(Y/N), I-I’m yours,” he gasps when we momentarily break our kiss for air. “Oh Elon, you’re so gorgeous,” I whisper and plant another kiss on his soft perfect lips, our tongues tangling once again as I pick up the pace.

The bed creaks, the fire crackles, and the rain pours, but all I feel is him - his massive dick hitting every sweet spot, his smooth skin slick with sweat, his desperate moans urging me on. I grip his shoulders, nails digging in, and ride him harder, my body bouncing, breasts swaying, chasing the heat coiling tight in my core.

He’s unraveling beneath me, his shyness melting away as he bucks up to meet my thrusts, his big hands squeezing my ass, urging me faster. “Please, don’t stop my love!” he pleads, and I don’t, driving us both toward the edge. The tension snaps, “Oh Elon!” I cry out and squeeze him, my orgasm crashing through me, my walls clenching around him. Elon follows, a loud moan tearing from his throat as he spills his warm seed inside me, his cock pulsing, his body trembling with release.

I cling to him, our sweaty bodies pressed together, his smooth skin like silk against mine. The fire casts a warm glow over us, and I trace lazy hearts and messages of love on his chest, feeling his heart slow. “I love you,” he whispers, voice soft and vulnerable, his arms wrapping around me. I nuzzle his neck, kissing the soft spot below his ear. “I love you too, my sweet daddy,” I murmur, smiling against his skin.

We lie there, tangled in the sheets, the rain now a gentle lullaby. The cabin feels like our own little universe, simple yet perfect, a reflection of Elon’s heart - unassuming, warm, and wholly mine. The theater, the money, the world - it all fades away. In this moment, it’s just us, bound by love and desire, our bodies and souls intertwined as we drift into a sated, blissful sleep.

[hissiratelon]

🛩️ Elon’s Private Jet 🛩️

(Y/N) is watching a romance drama movie beside Elon Musk in his private jet, yet as the movie goes on Elon gets emotional, how will (Y/N) comfort him?

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How did I get myself into this…

It started about 6 months ago when Elon asked me to be his personal assistant, which quickly evolved into more than just work as I have become his best friend. I'm both a big fan of Elon’s work, and love him very much as a person, so this is an absolute dream job (even though it’s not really a job, I volunteered to do this) - not just because I get to travel and see the world, but I get to spend time with one of the people I care most about in life, and now we sit side by side in the bedroom of his private jet watching a romance drama movie his sister Tosca had made, because the genre is something we both enjoy.

Sitting beside Elon on the bed, I look him over - his wavy dark brown hair is messy, his face clean shaven today and his gaze focused on the TV as we watch the PassionFlix movie. My gaze moves down his body which looks so plush like a pillow, his faded Occupy Mars shirt stretched over his big pale arms and barreled yet soft fleshy torso, his black pants tight around his waist making his belly slightly spilling over - adding to his squishy appearance. His large hands rest on top of his thick thighs, his beautiful long model legs are stretched out across the mattress and his big bare feet rest elegantly upon the white comforter.

My eyes then catch sight of something in between his legs, the large bulge in his pants, and I look away - trying to evade any intrusive thoughts and focus on the movie, yet it’s too late, and I can’t help but wonder what’s hiding behind the black cloth. My cheeks tingle as I blush, embarrassed as I feel like such a pervert, and the movie isn’t helping because it’s like watching softcore porn with a plot.

I can’t help but not be attracted to him - Elon is a beautiful person, inside and out. He’s not perfect, - none of us are, but it adds to his character and makes him relatable in a lot of ways. His personality is like an ocean, beautiful, deep, chaotic and dangerous at times, but I can’t get enough of him - I can’t live without the Sea of Elon surrounding me.

Suddenly I hear him stifle a sniffle, which immediately catches my attention, is he crying? I think to myself and look back at the TV, watching the movie again to see if there’s any relevance to the situation. All I see are the two characters, the woman sitting on the man’s lap giving him her full attention as she tenderly caresses her man. I look back at Elon who’s now taking a tear from the corner of his eye, and he wipes it on his shirt. He notices me looking at him and shifts his body - acting like he’s trying to get comfortable and not look like he’s having a moment. Yet I don’t fall for it and ask him if he’s ok, to which he heaves a sigh and leans his head back against the padded bed frame, “I was just thinking…” he says, voice nearly a whisper. “About what?” I enquire, trying to see if he will tell me what’s on his mind. Elon’s an emotional guy, and it breaks my heart to see him sad or upset.

“Movies like this get to me sometimes… like I wish my life could be like that, but I suck at relationships…” Elon says with a somber voice and another tear drips onto his cheek. “Guess my sister makes pretty good movies if they make you feel something, haha” He stifles a laugh, though it’s not a happy sound. “You don’t suck at relationships, you just haven't found a good person to be with yet. You’re a special guy and so you’re gonna need a special gal who can handle you,” I say, trying to comfort him somehow, but my words don't come out of my mouth as well as they’d sounded in my mind. Elon crosses his large arms over his chest, “I don’t want to be special, I want to be loved,” he groans as a few more tears fall from his eyes as he blinks.

“Lots of people love you, Elon. In fact, you’re the most loveable person I know. Your family loves, you, your fans love you, I love yo-” My words catch in my mouth as I hear what I’m saying, my cheeks burning red for a moment as I’d never told him before. Yet Elon doesn’t seem to notice, he just continues to sulk as he watches the movie, “That’s not the same though, like general love is great and all but it's better with some intimacy…” he sighs, arms sliding off his chest and down to his sides.

Out of sheer impulse, do something I’ve never done before. I turn to Elon and rest my head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his torso - he momentarily tenses up, a little gasp escapes his mouth, yet he then relaxes. The awkwardness of my sudden actions hit me hard, and the words spill out of my mouth to ease the moment: “Here’s a hug…”

My cheek presses against Elon’s chest, his faded Occupy Mars shirt warm from his body heat, the fabric clinging to the gentle curve of his fleshy torso. His heartbeat thuds steadily beneath my ear, a rhythmic reminder of his vulnerability, his humanity. My arm, still draped across his barreled midsection, feels the subtle rise and fall of his breathing, and I can’t help but notice how plush he feels - like a living, breathing sanctuary, all warmth and softness mixed with strength. His scent, a mix of clean musk and something faintly metallic, like a starship, fills my senses, grounding me in this moment. For a second, I worry I’ve crossed a line, that my impulsive hug might have pushed too far, but then I feel his large hand settle gently on my back, his long fingers splaying across my shoulder blades, tentative yet anchoring.

“(Y/N),” he murmurs, his voice low and trembling, “This… this feels nice.” His words are soft, almost hesitant, as if he’s afraid to admit how much he craves this simple touch. I tilt my head up, my chin brushing against his shirt, and meet his gaze. His dark green-hazel eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, are glossy with unshed tears, but there’s something else there now - something raw, hungry, and achingly tender. The movie drones on in the background, its sultry soundtrack a faint echo of the tension building between us, but it’s as if the world has narrowed to just the two of us, here on this bed, in the soft glow of the TV in the private jet’s bedroom.

“I’m glad,” I whisper, my voice catching as I realize how close our faces are, how the heat of his breath brushes my lips. My hand, still resting on his torso, slides lower, almost instinctively, tracing the curve of his soft belly, where it spills slightly over the waistband of his black pants. His body tenses under my touch, a sharp intake of breath escaping him, and I freeze, my heart pounding. “Is this okay?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, my eyes searching for his permission.

Elon’s lips part, and he nods, a small, desperate movement. “Yes,” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion. “Please… don’t stop.” There’s a vulnerability in his tone that makes my chest ache, a plea for connection that mirrors the longing I’ve felt for him all this time. My fingers, emboldened by his words, drift lower, and I feel the heat radiating from him, the unmistakable hardness straining against the tight fabric of his pants. My breath hitches as I glance down, catching sight of that large bulge I’d noticed earlier, now even more pronounced, a silent testament to his need.

I shift closer, my body pressing against his side, and my hand tentatively cups the bulge, feeling the firm pulsing heat beneath the cloth. Elon lets out a throaty groan, low and primal, his head falling back against the padded bed frame, exposing the long, elegant column of his throat. His thick thighs part wider, granting me access, and his hips buck slightly, pressing himself into my palm with a desperation that sends a thrill through me. The movement is subtle but unmistakable, a silent plea for more, and I can’t help but marvel at how responsive he is, how his body seems to crave every touch like a man starved of affection.

“Elon, you’re so cute,” I murmur, my voice trembling with a mix of affection and desire. I shift again, climbing onto his lap, my knees sinking into the plush mattress on either side of his warm thighs. His long legs stretch out beneath me, his big bare feet flexing slightly against the white comforter as he adjusts to my weight. I settle onto him, feeling the heat of his lap against me, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against my core through our clothes. His hands find my hips, his thick fingers gripping me with a tenderness that belies their strength, and I lean forward, my lips brushing the soft skin under his chin.

His head tilts back further, offering himself to me, and I take the invitation, pressing a trail of slow, deliberate kisses along the smooth curve of his jaw, down the sensitive skin of his neck.

His fluffy, wavy dark brown hair tickles my cheek as I nuzzle closer, my fingers threading through those soft strands, tugging gently to elicit another low groan from deep in his chest. His big chest rises and falls rapidly now, the fabric of his shirt stretched taut over the broad expanse, and I can’t resist the urge to slip my hands beneath it, pushing the hem up to reveal the creamy skin of his torso. It’s as soft as I’d imagined, like silk stretched over the gentle give of his flesh, and I run my palms over him, savoring the warmth and the way his body shudders under my touch.

“(Y/N),” he gasps, his voice rough with need, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulls me closer, grinding himself against me. “I… I need you.” The words are raw, unguarded, and they ignite something deep within me, a fire that’s been smoldering since the moment I first saw him. I lean back slightly, my hands still resting on his chest, and meet his gaze. His eyes are dark pools of desire, his pupils blown wide, and his lips are parted, flushed with color. He looks like a man undone, a beautiful, chaotic ocean of want, and I want nothing more than to dive into him and to drown in his warm affection.

Sliding my hand back down, my fingers deftly undoing the button of his pants, and I feel him tremble beneath me as I ease the zipper down. The fabric parts, revealing the straining outline of his arousal, and I pause, my breath catching at the sight. He’s big - bigger than I’d imagined, even through the fabric, and the thought sends a shiver of anticipation through me. “You’re so gorgeous, more beautiful than any model” I tell him and his eyes flutter open, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip. “Aww really?,” he blushes, his voice timid. “I’m honored that you think I’m attractive.”

I lean in, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, our tongues tangling as we pour everything into it - months of unspoken longing, of stolen glances and quiet moments. His hands roam my body now, desperate and reverent, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us, just the press of clothes and the thundering of our hearts.

My hand, still resting on his arousal through the open zipper of his black pants, moves with purpose now, palming the firm heat of him through the thin layer of his underwear. Elon’s reaction is immediate - his thick thighs spread wider, giving me access to the full weight of him, his balls heavy and warm beneath my touch. His hips buck up into my hand, a needy, instinctive thrust that makes my pulse race, and he moans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into me. “Fuck,” he breathes, the rare curse slipping from his lips like a confession, raw and unguarded. His large hands slide to my hips, pulling me tighter against him, and I can feel the tremble in his fingers, the desperation in his grip.

“You’re so sexy like this, Daddy,” I whisper, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I stroke him slowly, deliberately, savoring the way his body responds to every touch. His breath comes in ragged gasps now while his chest heaves beneath his faded Occupy Mars shirt, the fabric stretched taut over his barreled torso. I want to see more of him, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine, so I tug at the hem of his shirt, my fingers brushing the soft curve of his belly where it spills slightly over his waistband. “Can I?” I ask, my voice soft but urgent, and his eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a mix of vulnerability and burning need.

“Please do,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, and I don’t hesitate. I slide the shirt up and over his head, revealing the pale, smooth expanse of his soft chest begging for touch. My breath catches at the sight - the gentle curve of his pecs giving way to the plush give of his midsection. His nipples are small and pink, standing out against his creamy skin and I can’t resist the urge to lean down, my lips brushing one gently, teasingly. Elon gasps, his body arching beneath me, and I flick my tongue against the sensitive bud, feeling it harden under my touch. His hands tighten in my hair as a low moan spilling from his lips. I move to the other nipple, giving it the same tender attention, sucking lightly as he writhes beneath me.

“(Y/N),” he groans, his voice thick with need, his hips bucking again, pressing his arousal against my hand. I slide my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to free him completely, and my breath catches at the sight of him. He’s big, like impossibly so - his cock thick and heavy, the skin silky and flushed with need, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I wrap my hand around him and stroke slowly. Elon's head falls back again, his neck exposed as he lets out a shuddering moan. I lean in, kissing his entire face slowly, starting from his forehead and making my way down to his lips, then onto his jaw and chin where I eventually return to his throat, nuzzling the warm skin as I straddle his lap tighter, my own arousal pooling hot and urgent between my thighs.

“My sweet Elon needs some love and attention doesn’t he?” I say seductively while my lips brushing his collarbone as I stroke him faster, feeling the way he pulses in my hand. “Yes! I need it, I need it so badly!” he pleads as his hands roam my body now, desperate and reverent, one sliding up my back to pull me closer, the other gripping my thigh as he grinds himself against me. “I want to make you feel good, Elon. I want to pleasure you - give you everything.”

“Love me!” he gasps, his eyes locking onto mine, raw and open, like he’s baring his soul. I lean in, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. His hands tug at my clothes now, fumbling with a desperate urgency, I shed my layers, and help him remove his pants. Now we are fully naked, skin to skin.

My hands move slowly, tentatively, exploring him with a reverence that feels almost sacred. I trace the soft curve of his belly and my fingers linger there, feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle give of his flesh. His hands mirror mine, hesitant at first, then growing bolder, his fingers brushing the curve of my spine, the dip of my waist, as if he’s memorizing me with every touch. “You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice is desperate with the hunger for affection that’s been bottled up for too long. I tilt my head, pressing a soft kiss to the center of his smooth chest, my lips lingering on the creamy skin, and he sighs, a quiet, needy sound that makes my heart skip.

I shift slightly, adjusting my position in his lap, and the movement brings his arousal closer, the silky heat of him brushing against my core. His breath hitches, a soft, almost shy sound, and his hips give a small, tentative roll, testing the waters with a gentleness that makes my chest ache. I respond with a slow, deliberate movement of my own, pressing myself closer, but not yet taking him inside. Instead, I focus on the feel of him, the way his thick length presses against me and the warmth of his body.

I lift my head and meet his gaze, his eyes are wide and desperate yet so full of love it makes me want to cry. Slowly, I guide him to my entrance, pausing to savor the moment, the anticipation. His hands grip my hips, steadying me, and I lower myself onto him, taking him in, inch by inch, the stretch exquisite and overwhelming. We both moan, the sound soft and shared, and I brace my hands on his smooth chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the rapid rise and fall of his breaths. I pull my head back just enough to meet his gaze, and the sight of him steals my breath. Elon’s wavy dark brown hair is a wild halo, strands falling across his forehead, framing his face with a chaotic beauty. His dark green-hazel eyes, glossy with emotion, hold mine with a vulnerability that’s almost too much to bear, his parted lips flushed and trembling as if he’s still grappling with the weight of this moment. I lean in, pressing my cheek against his, “Elon you’re so cuddly,” I murmur, my voice barely a whisper, thick with affection. “Can we just… stay like this for a while?” His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, “Yes,” he breathes, his voice raw and soft, like a confession. “I want that… I need that.”

I nestle into him and my arms encircle his broad torso, my fingers tracing the plush curve of his sides - Elon’s smooth chest rises and falls against me. We cuddle like this, bodies pressed together, savoring the warmth and intimacy of being connected with him being inside me now, and I slowly roll my hips - stroking his girthy member, clenching my core around him with each rise while we hold each other.

The pleasure builds gradually, a warm, glowing ember that grows brighter with every gentle rock of my hips. His moans deepen, soft and restrained at first, but growing louder and more open as the rhythm between us shifts. “More!” he gasps, his voice thick with need, his hands tightening on my hips as our movements quicken. The pleasure coils tighter, more insistent. My lips find his neck, nuzzling the warm skin as I tug at his fluffy hair, and his moans turn into a soft, continuous whimper, his smooth chest glistening with sweat as he moves with me, the rhythm building into something more desperate.

My own pleasure surges, the heat of him inside me, the friction of our bodies, pushing me closer to the edge. “I’m so close,” he pants, his voice breaking, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. I can feel it too, the pleasure cresting like a wave, and I grind against him, our movements frantic now, a shared urgency driving us toward release. His smooth chest heaving, his thick thighs shaking beneath me. The sight of Elon with his head thrown back, fluffy hair wild, his big, beautiful body undone - pushes me over the edge, and my climax begins to crash through me. With one final thrust, Elon lets go, his body trembling as he moans my name, releasing his load inside me.

A wave of pure ecstasy leaves us clinging to one another, our bodies locked together in a moment's connection. Still trembling, still holding on, the world outside this moment fading into nothing as we bask in the afterglow of our love.

[hissiratelon]

Welcome to my page 🫶🏻✨

I write erotica and fanfics about our thicc Giga Daddy, Elon Musk ♡

★ Disclaimer:

The following content may be highly offensive to some and or triggering to others. If you are sensitive to subjects such as death, non-con, gore, suicidal thoughts, and possibly any other truly dark aspects that may or may not be featured in the following content, or have a distaste towards Elon Musk, I advise you to leave this page and search for entertainment elsewhere.

For those of you who wish to stay, read on, my fellow lovers of the darkness, and enjoy the one and only Elon. ♡

✨ T H E A R C H I V E ✨

The Third Night

Man at the Portal

The Arrangement

Warmth in Texas

The Tide Returns

Sea Crash

Life in the Vivid 2015 - NEW

Elon’s Private Jet - NEW

[hissiratelon]

An Elon Musk fangirl vent:

A story in screenshots. Tell me if this looks sus to you.

The post:

The ban

The rules tho

My answer to the mod team

I don’t want to be a part of their hate driven subreddit, don’t get me wrong; I just wanted to know if there were any fangirls around. But hell, now I know why everyone is burrowed under rocks or on 𝕏!

The hate this man lives with must be nearly unbearable, I’m feeling a little hurt by it! I can’t imagine what he goes through in a day… Elon is brave as hell for continuing to do what’s right, I would have given up and left the world to go burn like a bag of dog shit.

I’m just angy… don’t mind me.

Bonus: this is their page

[hissiratelon]

I’m sorry, but fr Elon 👀

breeding kink 🤝 baby fever

hhhhhhhhh

[hissiratelon]

Me justifying everything people dislike about Elon like: he needs enrichment 😹😹😹😹

he needs enrichment

[hissiratelon]

one of the hottest things ever is forced orgasms. someone fighting their body for me. getting them really really close and telling them not to cum and they're like straining and clenching their muslces trying to hold it back, even though they know i'm not gonna stop in time and their orgasm is inevitable. but they'll try anyway because they want to be good for me so bad. "stopstopstop, please, i'm gonna cum" awww you can't hold it for me? just a little longer? i know you can do it baby. i know you wanna cum so bad and it feels so good and you just wanna give into the feeling, but hold it. you know i'll ruin it if you don't.

[hissiratelon]

The Colors of Mars

Bunny

Grok’s Synopsis: A daring newlywed indulges in a steamy weekend with Elon Musk, exploring electric power dynamics and playful intimacy in a luxurious, kinky fanfic. Bunny captures their spicy connection with a tender twist. | Word count: 5k+ Status: complete | two parts | +18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content | All works ©, no reposting.

Bunny

Part 1: His POV

The hotel hallway on the top floor was a minimalist masterpiece—two grand doors, gateways to The Golden Trees’ elite suites. These weren’t just rooms; they were sprawling ecosystems—foyers, business offices, three bathrooms, two bedrooms, a marbled kitchen, a living room cozy enough to crash in after a long day. I knew this place like the back of my hand—stayed here solo plenty of times, plotting world-changing moves, but never with her. Not like this. We’d hit Golden Trees spots worldwide together, this one included, but now? She was mine. Newlyweds. It was a game-changer.

I’d booked both suites for the weekend, told the hotel to lock the floor down. No interruptions. Time with her was rarer than free time to me, and I wanted every second with my wife I could spare.

Still, there I was, outside her door, heart pounding like a drum, gripping red roses like they were my last lifeline. I was buzzing—that adrenaline, same as always before we dove into our little dance. I only had one challenge: make her break character, win the ultimate prize. Two years in, I’d never pulled it off. I hadn’t given much thought to it for a while, then I decided to do something simple, and I wasn’t expecting it to actually work.

A shadow flickered under the door—she was in there, waiting. My chest lit up, even though I was precisely two minutes late. She’d clock it. It didn’t matter. Around her, my chaos settled—she’d been my safe haven since we met. That’s how I reasoned getting engaged and marrying again so fast. After seeing how life could be with her, I couldn’t imagine going back. So I married her. Best decision I’ve ever made.

“How nice of you to show—Oh my, these are gorgeous!” She eased the door open, rocking a short black silk robe, nothing else. Her hair, braided tight earlier when we had dinner, now spilled over her shoulders, framing her chest. Her eyes sparkled with a wide smile blooming; she blushed looking at the flowers. “What are these? Elon, you literally just gave me flowers! You didn’t have to… Where did you even get those at this hour? I swear, I can’t leave you unattended for thirty minutes, and you do something like this!”

“You… broke character! I won?!” I stared at her, grinning, before thrusting the bouquet at her. “I can’t believe it! I bought two sets, stashed one in my suite. I just… First victory, baby!”

“Ah… So, you did… Okay, come in.” She nodded and shrugged as if she didn’t care, but I knew her better. Still blushing, I watched a devious smirk form across her face.

“What was it?”

“The flowers. I thought it was nice you gave me white roses earlier when we had dinner, and now…” She smiled innocently, looking at me with so much love in her eyes I couldn’t imagine existing without her.

“Now the red ones, yeah… Very symbolic, yeah?” I leaned against the doorway, smug as hell.

“Yes, very classy.” She stood opposite, waiting impatiently for me to step in.

Her suite mirrored mine—same luxe setup—but the vibe was electric, charged with her essence. Candles glowed in the foyer, their wax scent mixing with her jasmine perfume, heavy as a summer night. By the window, between two vintage armchairs, a table held a vase, white roses glowing under the moonlight.

“So, reward night, huh?” I clapped, striding toward her as she mixed red roses with white, her fingers moving like she was painting a masterpiece.

That robe—fuck, she was a vision, a siren in silk. I wanted to spin her, smash the vase, take her on that table, her screams drowning out the world. But I wouldn’t dare—not when we were playing that night. I had to be on my best behavior.

“Well?” She turned, sizing me up, her gaze sharp as a blade. “Waiting for something, dear?”

“Double break, double reward?” I edged closer. She rolled her eyes, amused, but I smirked anyway.

“You don’t even know what one win gets you, and you’re angling for two?” Her laugh was low, wicked, a tease laced with danger.

“Reward’s a reward, Miss. Something I want, love, and’ll savor—right?”

“Correct, dear.” Her eyes narrowed—she was tallying my screw-ups, planning how to punish me later. I didn’t give a damn.

“No mind games tonight. I won. I get to cum.” I stood tall, nodding like I’d just closed the deal of a lifetime. Her laughter sliced through as sharp as a razor.

“That’s your reward fantasy?” She stalked me like a panther, gracefully but with a predator’s edge, and I backed up, hitting the armchair, dropping into its leather. She straddled me, her heat searing through the robe over my pants. “You think I’ll let you cum? That’s so cute, baby. That what you’re dreaming of?”

“I’ve earned it, Mistress. Fair’s fair.” My hands slid under her robe, gripping her ass, her skin smooth as silk, hot as a summer blaze; I wanted her so fucking bad.

“Fair?” She snatched my wrists, pinning them to the armrests, her lips grazing my neck, her breath steamy as a Miami night. “Life’s not fair, sweetheart.”

“But I won!” I tugged, but she tightened her grip on my arms, a silent law I couldn’t break.

“You did! Very cute! I’m proud of you, baby!” she said, kissing my face with an overly attentive, sarcastic tone. “But I never promised cumming. You already did this week…”

“Not fair! Monday doesn’t count—I’m trying to keep you barefoot and pregnant, remember?” I tossed out puppy eyes with a smug smile, but she just raised her eyebrow, unimpressed. I threw my head back and let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m not arguing with you.” She stood, fussing with the flowers again, arranging them with a lover’s care. Even in Mistress mode, she was still one of the kindest souls I’d ever met, even if right now she was thinking of a thousand ways to make me cry, probably.

“So, cum or no cum?” I pressed, her silhouette like a temptress against the candlelight.

“Ask again, and you’ll see.” She slammed the vase down, anger flashing like a thunderstorm. “I wanna be sweet, but you’re asking for it tonight!”

“It’s why you married me.” I knew I was playing with fire, but the burn was my addiction; her flames became my obsession.

“You’re this close to a gag all night.” She leaned against the other chair, smirking, eyes glinting like obsidian stars. “Tempting—I love your muffled whimpers. But tonight, I want you begging for mercy. That’s my kink.”

“I’ll behave. I’ll be your good boy, I promise.” I reached for her hand; she snatched it away, now visibly frustrated.

“Seriously, what are you doing? For real, Elon, what the fuck are you doing? Lounging in that chair like the king of the world? Want me to make you some snacks? Get your computer so you can play Diablo while I suck your dick? Who’s really out of character here, baby?”

Her laugh was dark, venomous, a playful sting, but she was actually annoyed at me, and that cut deep. I shot up, shedding my jacket, realizing what I’d done.

“Too late. Sit. Recap: ten minutes here, two late, demanding orgasms, sassing me, still dressed, and a total pain in my ass. Is this how we roll?”

I jumped up again, fumbling with my shirt buttons, but she waved me off. I’d skipped protocol—no compliments, no hand kiss, not naked on my knees; nothing! I just shoved flowers in her face. She wanted more, I knew that, and I was fucking it up more by trying at this point.

“No, Mistress. Sorry. Got hyped. I’ll strip now—” I anxiously stepped out of my shoes and unbuckled my belt, but froze as she stood up, gliding closer, hands tracing my arms through the fabric.

“I like this shirt. I bought it for you. It’s a $200 Armani, fine cotton, hand-stitched buttons, custom made for you.” Her touch was tender, then her eyes locked mine—fierce, unyielding.

That sweetness, so purely her, made my heart stutter, glimpsing my wife behind my Mistress on these nights. But her face darkened, like a storm brewing, and she ripped the shirt open—buttons scattering like confetti at a Super Bowl win.

“See what you make me do? Ruined!” She yanked my belt, pulling it around my waist before throwing it on the ground and aggressively unbuttoning my pants.

She spun me around, tore the shirt off, and dragged my pants and boxers down my ankles. I was used to her being rougher with me, but it always caught me by surprise that someone so adorable could be so fierce.

Her arms wrapped around me as she kissed the back of my neck, tiptoeing as her hands explored my bare chest. She giggled as she whispered in my ear, as if she were about to tell me a secret: “It’s fine. I like you better naked.”

Her breath scorched my ear, her words—“I like you better naked”—hitting me like a shot of adrenaline, my pulse racing as fast as the day SpaceX landed our first rocket in place. Pants and boxers pooled at my ankles, the Armani shirt a torn relic on the floor. Her warmth was a temptress’s pull, but hearing her snap at me for doing something I shouldn’t have done burned my heart. I was late, bratty, a mess, and her eyes—dark like a night at sea—swore a reckoning. Her hand cracked down, a loud slap on my ass, a warning shot that made my skin tingle, a teaser for what was about to happen.

She stepped back, robe slipping, revealing a thigh I’d die for—her body was a sculpture of every wet dream I’d ever had, every curve a masterpiece that made me believe in God; and She was my woman. Her touch set me on fire, but it was when she looked me in the eyes that I felt I truly belonged somewhere, because being loved by her was so much better than what I had imagined being loved would feel like.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass tonight, Elon, and we barely even started.” She sank into the armchair, roses framing her like a queen’s bouquet, candlelight dancing on her skin. “Over my lap. Now.”

“What, no fancy toys tonight, Mistress?” I knew I was pushing it, but her reaction—that arched brow, that smirk—drove me insane.

“Keep sassing, let’s see where that takes you.” She curled her finger, calling me to her, her voice smooth as honey but with a twisted sharpness. “Move it, brat.”

I shuffled over, naked, feeling like a kid about to get schooled, but hard as a rock. Draping myself over her lap was—fuck, it was everything. Her thighs were warm, firm, anchoring me like a safe harbor in a storm. I felt exposed, raw, but hers—like I was handing her my empire, my wild dreams, letting her mold me as she was my sculptor.

Her hand rested on my back, steadying me. “Yellow for slow, red to stop,” she said, voice soft but unyielding like a queen’s decree. “Got it?”

“Got it, Mistress,” I mumbled, face mashed in the cushion, already half-lost in the heat of her body against mine.

The first smack hit—sharp, searing, her palm branding me like a hot iron. I gasped, the sting shooting through me, a fire I couldn’t outrun.

“One. Thank you, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” she purred, her words lighting me up and making me smile; I loved it when she called me a “good boy,” a spark in my heart. Yet another, harder slap followed on the opposite cheek, the burn spreading like wildfire. “Two. Keep counting.”

“Two, thank you, Mistress.” The feeling of her hand caressing my skin after each slap felt like love, felt right; it was hypnotic—her hand, my voice, our dance.

I squirmed, but her thigh locked me down, her power a force I couldn’t fight. My defiance melted into pure surrender, a genuine worship of her will.

“Aw, look at yourself, tearing up after a couple of slaps on this fat ass!” Her tease was a blade as she grabbed my ass cheek and squeezed me hard, her voice dripping with that deceptive kindness and love, making me feel less like her husband and more like her pet. She didn’t let up, her slaps coming fast, a storm I couldn’t escape.

“Three! Four! Five… Six! Thank you, Mistress!” I choked out, voice cracking like an old record, the sting burning deeper, a blaze I couldn’t tame. My cock pressed hard against her legs, throbbing with desperate need, wishing she would let me just hump her leg like a damn dog if it meant release.

Her fingers trailed over my ass, soft as a whisper, the cool touch of aloe vera soothing the inferno she’d set. I could feel the heat, my cheeks bright red, a canvas of her sadistic entertainment. I knew something like that was happening; I kind of asked for it earlier, and the truth is: my ass always paid for the pleasure she would grant later, a painful reminder I hated to admit I loved.

“That’s a good boy.” Her tone was calm, gentle, tricking me into thinking the storm was over. But then—crack—she kept going, her hand a thunderclap, finishing what she started.

“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Thank you, Mistress…” I screamed after each strike, voice shattering like broken glass, wailing under her mercy. I reached back, desperate to soothe the blaze, but she snatched my wrist, pinning it to my back, her loose grip challenging me to fight her.

“We’re not done yet.” Her voice was a dark melody, though, that quieted my mind; when she was telling me what to do, I could only focus on her, how to please her, how to get her to pet my head and call me “her good boy.”

I felt her moving in the chair, as if she were looking for something, and I tried to balance on her lap like a cat.

“Now, where did I put it— Just… get off me for a second, dear.”

She pushed me to the floor, my knees hitting the soft carpet with a thud, the sting radiating as I knelt before her. She stood, her robe slipping further—it was short enough that if I bent down just a little bit—she held my face, kissed my nose, her smile so kind it melted my heart, and I fell in love with her all over again. I gazed up, hoping she felt the love I poured into these secret nights, the only place my chaos found peace. She vanished into the bedroom, leaving me kneeling, rubbing my sore ass, the sound of her unzipping a bag echoing like a distant beat drop.

Her little feet whispered on the carpet as she rushed back, a black bag in hand—oh, I knew that bag, her arsenal of steamy tricks. She sank back into the armchair, patting her lap so I could jump back on it. I climbed back onto her lap, ass up, my dick rubbing against her bare leg, the aloe’s coolness lingering as her fingers massaged a second layer of it, and I tried to relax.

“You know what we’re doing tonight, right?” Her voice was curious, the scent of aloe mixing with her jasmine perfume, feeling like heaven, and fuck—I lived for those moments.

“Yes, Mistress.” I smirked, though she couldn’t see my face; my mind was already racing to the pleasure she’d promised.

“Are you excited?” I heard the pop of a lube cap, her hand diving into the bag. “I got you something new here, by the way.”

“Oh…” I shuffled on her lap, trying to balance, anticipation humming through me, yet I felt a little nervous.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna like this one.” She petted my hair, her touch so loving, making my skin yearn for more of her. “Same size, same material, but it vibrates; it has a remote control! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“It does, actually… Is that going to be my reward, Mistress? I love it; I’m not complaining!” I added quickly, not daring to earn more smacks tonight, my ass already sore enough.

“No, it’s not. You’ll get to cum tonight, baby!” Before I could answer, I felt the tip of the toy nudge my entrance, and I moaned, a raw, primal sound that made her laugh—a playful, teasing chime. “Oh yes, sweetheart, take it all in. I want you nice and stretched for me later.”

“Fuck… Thank you, Mistress.” She teased me, sliding it in slowly, fucking me with deliberate care, yet I knew she liked watching me, seeing how I would react to her soft touches, making me melt under her hands. Then—thrust—she drove it hard, the fullness a shock that made me gasp embarrassingly loud.

“Hmmm… You like that, don’t you? Let me hear how much you like it when I play with your ass like a bitch.” Her fingers ran through my hair, gentle as a breeze, then tugged lightly, and I moaned, a sharp reminder of her complete control over me. “Are you a bitch, Elon?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m your bitch.” The confession spilled out, my voice cracking with need. I blushed, putting my head down.

“Yes, you are.” I thrust my hips up, chasing the toy, trying to rub my dick on the side of her leg, imagining her watching me.

“You’re a horny little bitch who likes when girls fuck your ass?” she asked, pulling the toy almost all the way out before shoving it hard inside me, making me moan loudly.

“No, Mistress. I only like it when you do it. You are the only one. You own me—my body, my heart—I’m all yours.” My voice broke, a desperate cry of devotion, completely surrendered to her as she petted my hair.

“Aww, my sweet boy! I knew you deserved a new butt plug! Look! A bunny tail—isn’t it cute?” Her tone was saccharine, a mockery of me, as she showed the plug to me, and I twisted my nose at it. “Oh, stop it, you silly boy! You’re gonna look so cute!”

She pulled the toy out, replacing it with the vibrating butt plug—the stupid fluffy bunny tail on its end just added a humiliating detail that made my face burn.

“Get on your knees for me, bunny.”

I obeyed, kneeling before her, the carpet scraping my knees, the plug clicking to life inside me, a buzzing rhythm that owned me completely. She watched my expressions as she played with the remote, curiously watching me.

“Oh, wait, I almost forgot!” she said with a mischievous giggle, reaching back into her bag. She pulled out a pair of fluffy white bunny ears on a headband, the kind you’d see at a costume party, and leaned forward, placing them on my head with a delighted grin. “There we go—my perfect little bunny boy! Don’t you look adorable with your fluffy tail and ears?”

She adjusted the headband, her fingers brushing through my hair, and I felt my cheeks burn even hotter. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and pulled me closer, each stroke matching a vibration. I would have fallen on my knees if I had been standing.

“Is that good, bunny?” I moaned a half-answer, and she chuckled adorably, reaching for my face and putting her thumb in my mouth. I started sucking on it as she thrust in and out, my eyes fluttering closed. “Look at yourself, Elon. Is this how the richest man in the world should behave? Naked on his knees, with a butt plug shoved up his ass, bunny ears, sucking on my thumb, moaning so deliciously… Hmm, yeah… You are a horny little bitch, aren’t you, bunny? I bet you could cum right now if I told you to, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answered, looking up at her guiltily, muffled by her thumb, the pulsing vibrations inside me continuing as she stroked me slowly before pulling her thumb out and kissing me, our tongues dancing as I thrust my hips into her hands before she took her hand away.

“You are so precious to me.” Her smile was a ray of sunlight, a glimpse of my wife beneath the storm, before she leaned back, reaching for the pink collar—allegedly, a badge of shame; in reality, it was one of my favorite things.

She pushed my head up, fastening the collar around my neck, its leather snug as her way of claiming me as hers. The leash clicked on, and she tugged, forcing me to crawl behind her, surrendering to her power. I felt the plug vibrating with every shuffle, a humiliating rhythm. The carpet kissed my knees, the leash tugged my neck, her footsteps barely audible.

She stopped abruptly in the doorway to the bedroom, turning to look at me with a wicked grin. “Oh, bunny, you’re a sight,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement as she took in the view—me on all fours, the leash taut in her hand, the fluffy bunny tail plug shifting with each movement, and the white bunny ears perched on my head, slightly askew from the crawl. “My perfect little pet, all leashed up, tail, ears… It’s a Kodak moment if I ever saw one!”

She reached into her bag, pulling out an old Polaroid camera with a gleeful squeal. “Hold still, bunny—smile for me!” She aimed the camera, and I managed a weak, embarrassed grin, my cheeks burning as the flash went off with a click. The photo whirred out, and she shook it, laughing.

“For blackmail later!” she teased, her tone playful but with a hint of mischief that made my stomach flip.

She squinted at the developing photo, then pouted dramatically.

“Ugh, Elon, you always look miserable in my Polaroids! Come on, pretend you’re having fun this time.” She adjusted the camera, giving me a mock-stern look. I forced a bigger smile, trying to look enthusiastic despite the humiliation, and she snapped another picture. “Much better,” she said, setting the camera and photos aside on a nearby table. “Now, hop in the bed, bunny.”

I stood, the bunny ears wobbling slightly as I moved, trying to sit on the bed, but the plug shifted deeper, a buzzing pulse that made me squirm. I couldn’t get comfy, blushing as I shuffled; she just watched and giggled at me. I felt like an idiot thinking a woman like her would love me, but I knew she did, even when I was under her divine judgment.

She reached into her bag, pulling out pink leather cuffs and anklets—matching the collar, a demeaning set that branded me hers, and she was so proud of it.

“Lay down.” Her voice was a command, soft but unyielding. I obeyed, the silk sheets cool against my back, the plug vibrating as I settled. She’d rigged the bed with an under-mattress harness—weeks of planning had gone into that weekend. I was already sore, humiliated, and harder than I’d ever been; my body answering to her every touch.

She restrained me, spread-eagle, taking her time to ensure my comfort, her fingers lingering as she locked each cuff. Her gentle touch was a fiery ritual; she reminded me of my safe words.

“Thank you, Mistress.” I smiled at her, and she kissed the tip of my nose, her soft touches making me feel at ease because I trusted my life to that woman without a second thought.

She straddled me with a naiveté that felt so genuine, yet I knew she was about to torture me. Her excitement was visible, her joy in claiming me—it was pure, but she knew my limits better than I did. I sighed deeply, expecting the worst.

“You wanna cum tonight, right, bunny?” Her nails scratched my chest, a light graze that sent shivers through me, my skin humming like I’d downed ten Diet Coke cans.

“Yes, please?” I begged, my cock twitching desperately.

“Is that it? You can do better than that! Ask me like you mean it. Beg for it, bunny.” She lay atop me, biting down my neck, her teeth leaving a sore mark, and every thought I ever had disappeared.

“Fuck! Hmm… I need to cum so bad and I—I—I can only cum to you!” My voice broke, a raw cry, my body begging for her touch as she sucked on my neck, leaving a trail of marks from my shoulders down to my chest.

“Keep going…” she teased, tracing hearts with her fingertips over my arm.

“Hmm… God! You are so fucking hot! And—and you make me so hard! My balls hurt, Mistress. Please, I need to cum!” I threw my head back, pulling on my restraints. “Please, help me.”

“Hmm, yes, bunny. I’ll help you.” Her fingers wrapped around my cock, moving slowly as she started teasing the head with her lips, a delicious torment that made my head spin. “Ooh! Fuck yes!”

“Yes, bunny?” Her hand moved faster, a rhythm that matched the plug’s vibrations, each pulse a reminder of her control. I thrust desperately in her hand, completely surrendered to her, at her mercy.

She just sat between my legs, toying with my reactions, watching, her eyes drinking in my frustration, my futile attempts to gain friction from her hand. She played with the plug’s remote, changing the sensations, from intense to light. I was seconds from exploding when she let go, and I whimpered, feeling the vibrator stop.

“Aww, you didn’t think it would be this easy, did you?” Her voice was a playful melody.

“No… I guess not…” I shut my eyes tight, letting them roll inside my head.

“I know, isn’t that fun? How many more times can I edge you before you’re crying?” Her tone darkened, an evil taunt, as she kissed me, biting my lip, her breath like a steamy wave. She restarted her slow edging, using her loving hands to torment me, fiery desire rebuilding inside me.

“You’re so much fun, all tied up, at my mercy, getting harder and harder… Hmm, bunny… Are you feeling it? Are you close? You wanna cum for me, don’t you?”

“Oh—fuck! Yes, I do! I do!” I knew she wouldn’t let me yet, but every time she asked, I answered just as sincerely. “Let me cum, please, let me cum for you, Mistress!”

Once again, she stopped, seconds from my climax. I tried pulling free, harder, arms and legs straining against the cuffs, but they held, unyielding as her will. I must’ve looked ridiculous, thrusting into the air, her gaze a mocking judgment.

“Elon, Elon, Elon…” She shook her head, sitting beside me, drawing circles around my nipples with her nails, each touch a spark that made me shiver. “Should you get to cum before I do?”

“No, Mistress. Never!” I gasped, still catching my breath, when she pinched my nipple, a sharp sting that made me whimper, a sound of surrender to her.

“Then why were you trying to just now?” She squeezed tighter, the sting sharp but not cruel.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. You just make me lose control.” I pleaded, her fingers moving to the other nipple, squeezing with the same measured pressure. “Mistress, please… It hurts.”

“It does?” Her tone was mocking, a playful shock, her smile a wildfire’s glow in the night. She let go, her grin teasing me. “Am I being mean to my baby tonight?”

“Devious, Mistress,” I answered, gazing at her face—a vision under the candlelight, her features soft yet fierce, the scent of fresh roses filling the room, a steamy perfume. “Please, let me make you cum.”

“Oh, you’re thinking about me for once?” Her chuckle was dark, a fiery taunt, as she turned her head away, her hair cascading in waves.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I get caught up. Let me please you.” I wanted to touch her, tried inching closer, but the cuffs held me, making me shuffle uncomfortably, trying to keep the plug in its place.

“What can you possibly do to please me?” Her tone was a challenge, a test for me.

“Anything you want! I love you, and I want you to use me however you like.” My voice was a plea since my body was an offering to her shrine.

“I do that already, don’t I, bunny?” She leaned against my chest, pinching my nipple, her touch a sharp reminder of her power over me. “You’re like my little fuck toy.”

“I should let you make me cum, put that tongue to good use…” She smiled, a deceptive sweetness, then softened.

“Yes, ma’am!” In that moment, I glimpsed my wife—two extremes in one. Her soft touch on my stomach was so her, but her tongue against my skin, as she licked my nipples to soothe the pain she had caused from pinching them, was so Mistress. It felt erotic in a poetic way.

Her knees framed my head, and she paused, reaching up with a mischievous grin to slip the bunny ears off my head.

“My turn,” she teased, placing them on her own head, the fluffy white ears perching adorably atop her chestnut waves.

Fuck, she looked like a goddess in a naughty costume, the bunny ears making her even hotter—my cock twitched harder, a primal ache to worship her, to bury myself in her warmth, knowing she was about to ride my face with those ears on.

She lowered herself onto my face, her center like a gift. I got to work, tongue tracing her, making her moans a symphony that drowned out the world, her hands pulling my hair, guiding me like a director on a movie set. I spelled my name with my tongue against her as she pressed my face closer, cumming hard in raw moans and cries; I didn’t stop, sucking her clit until she yanked my hair back, forcing me down, done using me.

“Good boy…” Her voice was breathless, a sultry sigh, as she sat on my chest, balancing her weight on her legs. She grabbed a wipe, cleaning my face with tenderness. “Let me play with you some more.”

She positioned herself between my legs, her lips on my cock, sucking me off, making me thrust into her mouth. “I’m close… Fuck! Mistress…”

“You’re so hard, bunny… Hmm… your balls feel heavy. I think you need to cum.” She held my cock up while fondling my balls, watching my dick twitching, a sad little star in her hand. “Yes, look at you.”

Her chuckle was a taunt.

She straddled me again, holding my waist firmly against the bed, lowering herself, rubbing my cock against her wet entrance, teasing me.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” My eyes widened, head forcing up despite the cuffs. “I want to get fucked, but you cannot cum yet.”

“Fuck yes! Ooh, let me fuck you, please!” My voice was a desperate cry as I tried my best to rub my dick against her as she lifted herself slightly out of reach.

“Listen to me, I’m gonna use your cock to make myself cum while I play with your butt plug, but you can’t cum. If you’re close, you’re gonna tell me. Understood?” Her voice was serious, somber; she had her hand gripping my throat, squeezing lightly, reminding me who was the boss.

“Yes, Mistress…” I rasped, my heartbeat pounding like a bass drop at a rave as she gripped my cock.

“Don’t fucking move,” she whispered, keeping one hand tight around my throat with enough pressure for it to be a constant reminder of my position. Her other hand guided my cock inside her—so tight, I fit her like a glove; she felt like a heaven I’d never deserve.

I wanted to thrust inside her, my mind flashing to earlier that week—her bent over the bathroom sink, me fucking her deep, watching her cum in the mirror, spilling inside her, knowing she’d be pregnant soon. But tonight, I was hers to use, just another toy she might have pulled out of her bag.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, I’m close!” I warned, her rhythm riding me hard, a blaze building. She squeezed my throat tighter, cutting my air for a few seconds, making me gasp for air.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Her eyes locked on mine, wild as a hurricane, claiming all of me as she dug her nails into my shoulders.

She let go, and I watched her peel off her robe, revealing her perfect body—her breasts were perky, and her nipples were hard. I could tell how turned on she was just by looking at her face, but watching her body warm up because she was doing things to me made everything that much better. A jolt of heat hit me, and I was close again. “Stop! Stop! I’m gonna cum… Please, stop…”

“No, you’re not!” She smacked me across the face, and I just felt paralyzed; not the first time, still shocked me every time, her hand back around my throat again, cutting my air for a brief moment. “I’m gonna cum on your cock, and you’re gonna be a good little fuck toy and wait your turn!”

She forced my head aside, denying me the sight of her body moving as she rode me faster and harder, her other hand playing with herself, her gasps in a steamy crescendo.

I felt her cum, a blaze of her pulsating pleasure gripping my cock, and it took everything not to spill inside her.

She lay beside me, sweating, throwing an arm over me, playing with my nipples again, sparking electric shocks all over my body. My cock was sore from being hard for so long, the plug still vibrating, making it hard for me to think of anything else as I shuffled weakly, trying to see her.

“Please, let me cum…” I said weakly, the steady frustration starting to make me feel depressed.

“Are you going to cry, baby? Are you that desperate?” Her hands gently stroked the side of my face where she had slapped me. “Did it hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She threw herself on top of me, kissing my whole face. “Okay, I’m gonna let you cum! But before that, I need you to do something for me, okay, bunny?”

“Yes, anything, just… tell me what to do.” She smiled like a sunrise and released my cuffs, and I stretched my limbs after being restrained for so long. She went to her bag, her arsenal of tricks, and grabbed something.

“Legs up, back on the bed, get a pillow.” She instructed, strapping on her harness, and I obeyed, putting a pillow under my lower back, the plug slipping as I moved.

She pulled it out slowly, the emptiness inside me feeling like a void, then I heard her lubing the harnessed dildo, then my hole, kneeling before me, pulling me by the waist, the tip of the rubber dildo rubbing against me.

“Are you ready, pretty boy?” Her voice was gentle, her hand caressing my face, her love a contrast to her earlier nastiness. She was always so sweet when she pegged me.

“Yeah…” I felt her push inside, slowly, the tip stretching me wider than the plug, a steamy invasion that made me wince, then moan. Her eyes locked on mine, a gentle yet fiery gaze, fucking me with love and care.

“Aren’t you the boss, Elon?” She mocked me, fucking me slowly but steadily.

“Sometimes… Not here.” I gasped, holding my legs back.

“Yeah, here you’re my little bitch fuck toy, aren’t you? Hmm… yes… Tell me how you wanna be fucked in the ass—do you want me to go easy on you,” she continued thrusting slowly, going deep inside me, moans spilling from me, “or do you want me to fuck you like the whore you are?”

She picked up the pace, and I couldn’t answer, just kept moaning louder, my voice breaking like a scratched vinyl. I tried holding onto her arms, but she pushed my hand away and interlocked our fingers, pulling my waist up and holding me steady, going deeper.

As she thrust harder, the bunny ears on her head slipped off, tumbling to the side and landing in a far corner of the room with a soft thud, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you? What do they call you now? Dogefather?” She asked, laughing at me, slowing down her thrusts just to taunt me. “And the funniest part is: everyone thinks you’re the one fucking me in the ass!”

As she continued making fun of me, she started jerking me off, sending me so close to the edge only to slow down again, and I fought against those restraints as hard as I could.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, Elon. Relax, I won’t tell anyone you’re my bottom bitch.” She said, kissing my face.

“I don’t… care… what they… think!” She thrusted as I tried to talk, and I interrupted myself with my own moans. “I only care… what you think.”

“You wanna cum for me, Elon? Are you sure? Do you remember the rules?” Her devious grin was like a Cheshire Cat’s, her hand still stroking me fast, making me lose focus.

“Hm—yes, Mistress; eat it or wear it.” I answered, sadness tinging my voice; I was hoping we would skip that.

“What’s it gonna be?” Her hand moved to the head of my cock, massaging it in rhythm with her thrusts. “Oh, I think you’re close… Answer, or no orgasm, Elon.”

“Wear it! Fuckfuckfuck—” I couldn’t hold it, exploding on her hand, a blaze of release while she was milking every drop, a petite mort. I was shattered under her touch, returned to dust like sand.

She collected my seed, smearing it on my chest and face, and I lay there, covered in my own cum, unable to move, a ridiculous fuck toy—and I loved it.

“Good boy! You look pretty like a Pollock painting!” Her smile was a blaze, her kindness again deceptive as she cleaned her hands, walking to her bag, pulling out a pink metal cock cage—matching the cuffs, a final punishment.

“Wait—”

“No, I don’t think I will, bunny. You came; now you’re going in the cage ‘til morning.” She pushed my shaky hand away, my body too dizzy to resist. She cleaned me up with a wet wipe, locking me in the cage. “You just look so delightfully unhappy in your cage! I love it, bunny.”

She sat beside me, removing my collar and cuffs, taking her tools back to the bag before returning with chocolate and cleaning my chest and face gently. She wrapped me in a blanket, then brought me a cold Gatorade from the mini fridge.

“Oh, you’ve been through it tonight, haven’t you?” She asked, cuddling me as I laid my head on her chest, her heartbeat a rhythm I’d follow anywhere. “I think we need a bath—both of us, actually. How does that sound?”

“That sounds nice…” I said, wrapping her in the blanket with me, my leg over hers, our bodies tangled in a warm embrace.

“Yeah? You okay, honey?” Her voice was gentle, dripping with sudden honest concern. She placed her hand under my chin, making me look at her with big, shining eyes.

“I’m okay. It was so good! Thank you.” I yawned, and she kissed my nose. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, bunny.” I kissed her, and she tasted like being wine drunk, a flame I’d worship forever.

Part 2: Her POV

“Baby?” I called him as I felt his body relaxing, drifting off to sleep. “Baby, I need to get up.”

“Hmm…” He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut and holding me tighter.

“Hey, I’m just gonna run the bath. You can nap while I do that, okay?” I kissed his forehead, and he held me for a moment longer. I wished I could just stay in his arms forever, but just like that, he let me go.

I kissed his face again, watching him fall asleep once more. The right side of his face still bright red from my slap, and my heart sank. I ran my fingers over his hair before taking a deep breath and picking up my robe from the floor. I looked around the room and started to collect all the toys I had used on him to take to the bathroom—something for him to do tomorrow: clean them up.

I threw everything into one of the sinks and turned on the faucet. As the water ran loudly, filling the bathtub, I sat on the edge and let my tears roll. Every time after we played, I’d get a little emotional afterwards, and I don’t think Elon realized that. I loved being mean to him; it was fun, and I knew he enjoyed it as much as I did, but after the scene was over, I was left thinking: What the fuck is wrong with me?

I just slapped my husband on the face! He was tied up, my poor baby; he didn’t do anything wrong. How can I do these things to the person I love most in the world? Shit, I would never tell anyone about what we did; why did I keep threatening him with that? I knew the whole bunny thing would make him feel super awkward, but the duality of absolutely loving to torture him collided with my love for him.

I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my “aftercare” bag. Elon was still sleeping, cuddling a pillow like a child whose parent had to get up to go to work. He was right there in front of me, yet I missed him terribly—I couldn’t explain it. I’ve always thought these moments happened because of such a dramatic power dynamics switch when we played, since most of the time I don’t put up a fight; I let Elon do his thing and follow along, and I like that way. I like that he’s in control of pretty much everything important that needs to happen in our lives, even sending in clothes and makeup for me when we need to make a public appearance suddenly.

I remember when we started joking about these encounters with my evil alter ego—the mistress Elon is “cheating” on me with. It’s a dumb joke we have, but when we get down to it, I feel like someone else. In the moment, I am confident and powerful, in control of everything, and my will is the law. It’s fun and sexy, but also extremely demanding.

I went back to the bathroom and threw a bath bomb with Epsom salts into the water, watching as the colors swirled and mixed, before adding some body wash for extra bubbles. I wasn’t a huge fan of the scent—the jasmine in it gave me a headache—but for some unexplained reason, Elon loved it.

When I had all my shower products lined up, it was time to blow my nose and go get my very sleepy husband off the bed. If he didn’t have cum in his hair, I might have let him sleep, but I knew he would thank me later for this.

“Hey…” I whispered, touching his arm lightly before gently nudging him awake. “Hey, sweetheart, let’s take that bath?”

“Were you crying?” he asked before even opening his eyes and looking at me.

“I just… feel bad sometimes, you know?” I admitted, running my hand up and down his forearm.

“Hey,” Elon sat up, stretching his back and neck before taking my hand, “it’s okay. I’m okay. I loved it! Could have done it without the cock cage.”

“I know,” I smiled kindly at him, almost giggling at how much I knew he loved it. “The cock cage stays on. I don’t feel that guilty.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he shrugged and leaned in to kiss me, but I stopped him by putting my hand on his chest.

“You have cum in your hair,” I chuckled as a few tears rolled down my face. “I’m sorry…”

“You didn’t hurt me. Cum is harmless!” He laughed, touching his sticky hair and making a face. “Granted, this is fucking gross.”

“Yeah, maybe we should sleep in your room too. These sheets have so much bodily fluids and lube on them.” I stood up next to the bed, looking at that beautifully tired man; even with cum in his hair, he looked so fucking hot.

“Oh yes, you are very generous with the lube. I can still feel some in, actually… Ugh, I feel dirty—like, actually dirty. I need that shower.” He dragged himself over to the edge of the bed where I was standing.

“Yeah, your ass should be grateful for that!” I joked as I took him by the hand and pulled him up, looking at the cage around his dick and giggling. “Looks comfy!”

“It isn’t! For how long will it stay on? This part here, behind my balls, is super uncomfortable.” I ignored him, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bathroom as he fumbled with it; not his first time in that cock cage, not my first time listening to all of his complaints about it either.

“Yeah, that goes there so you can’t just slip it right off,” I joked, testing the water in the bathtub. “Get in.”

“Can’t I have it off while I’m in the tub?” His tired puppy eyes almost convinced me; I had such a hard time saying no to him.

“No. Get in.” But I did it anyway because he smirked at me and shook his head, stepping into the tub. “I put your favorite bath bomb in it.”

“Yeah, I love this smell…” He sat down, visibly relaxing his body. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Yes, dear, give me a second.” I walked to the sink and grabbed one of the glass cups on the sink before stripping off my robe and getting into the tub behind him. “I want to give you a bath today.”

“Ooh, are you going to pamper me now? Must be feeling really bad for that spanking, hm? You really went for it, damn girl!” He joked, and I rolled my eyes, filling the cup with water and dumping it on his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Were you saying something?” I chuckled as he dried his eyes and spat out some water. As he took a breath to continue, I dumped another cup of bath water on his head.

“Fine! I’ll stop complaining!” He bent his head forward to dry his eyes as I reached for the shampoo. “You win.”

“I always do, dear!” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him back to lay against me as I started to massage his scalp with the shampoo. “Let me get that cum out of your hair.”

“Dude, if anyone ever finds out about this…” In reality, when we considered someone might find out about our little secret, we started laughing; the thought was so terrifying it became a joke.

“No one’s ever gonna know, but yeah…” I laughed, stretching my legs around him, feeling his hands caressing the outside of my thighs underwater. “The album is in the safe back at home. I’ll put the pictures inside my travel book as usual. It will be fine.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about that. When will I see this album?” He turned around to catch a glimpse of me.

“Soon. When it’s ready. Get the water for me.” I pointed to the faucet, which he opened, and I filled up the cup, putting his head back on my chest so I could rinse his hair; I felt its ends against my skin and watched as the shampoo ran down my body, feeling his hair on my chest. “Alright, I want to do something special today. We don’t always have whole weekends together!”

I interlocked our fingers with a girlish smile on my lips.

“This is a hair moisturizer. It just needs to sit on your hair for a minute, and it will be so soft after. Sounds good?”

“Okay, let me smell it. Oh, it’s the same one you use?” he asked as soon as I popped the cap.

“Yeah, this is all my stuff. You’re gonna be smelling like me tonight!” I smiled as I worked the moisturizer into the ends of his hair before rinsing my hands and reaching for my skincare products.

I dried my hands with a towel I had placed on a marble side table next to the bathtub, where my skincare was, and dabbed a cotton pad with some micellar water, pulling his head back and gently cleaning his face with it.

“Now comes the fun part. Don’t move, and close your eyes.” I opened the face mask package.

“Aw shit… What are you doing?” The hint of anxiety in his voice made me chuckle; he knew I wasn’t going to do anything to him right now, but he also knew I could.

“Don’t worry, just relax.” As soon as I got a hold of the flimsy mask and the cold, gooey serum dripped on his face, Elon opened his eyes and sat up. “It’s not cum! It’s a face mask!”

He turned around to look at me, but I was hysterically laughing at his reaction because I knew he would freak out just like that. Elon just stared at me seriously at first, then turned his back and laid back on me; his body was so warm and big between my legs like that, I loved sitting behind him in the bathtub.

“I know, I had you for a second.” His flustered smile, with his eyes closed, laying on my chest, made my heart race; he knew how much I loved him—he could hear it.

I awkwardly put the mask on his face, struggling a bit with the upside-down situation, but he was very patient and stayed put while I did it. The truth is, I had never had a relationship like this, where my partner trusted me fully with his body and just let me do anything I wanted to him. Elon would let me pick out his clothes, change his hair if I asked, and even kick back with me and do a face mask. He was my best friend, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him anymore.

He had his hands on top of my thighs underwater as I slowly filled the glass with water and streamed it down his chest. His breathing was slow and peaceful, and I wished I could have moments with my husband like this every day. The weight of his body on mine as he rested for a few minutes made all the time we spent apart worth it, and I knew he worked really hard all day, every day, so knowing he could just relax when he was with me made me feel as if I was fulfilling my purpose.

I took a loofah from the hotel that was hanging on the side of the bathtub and got a little bit of the body wash, starting to wash down his shoulders and arms, all the way to his wrists and fingertips. I knew his body like I knew my own—every beauty mark, every scar, every little bit of it was mine. I could have stayed with him there forever, but the water was starting to cool off.

“Let’s see the results!” I said, taking off the face mask, gently rubbing the rest of the serum on his face and discarding the silicone part. “Oh no, I guess it couldn’t fix your face!”

“Guess you’re stuck with me this way forever,” he joked, squeezing my thigh.

“Lucky me!” I answered and pushed him up, which he did after opening the drain.

“You look tired…” He mentioned, helping me stand up, and I looked up at him as he pulled me in, turning on the overhead shower. “Your turn.”

I just smiled as he grabbed some of the body wash and started to rub it all over my body. I leaned my head against his shoulder and started crying. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was feeling, other than absolutely drained—physically and emotionally. It was a war inside me, and I felt as if I didn’t deserve his love at that moment because I had been so awful to him before. He deserved to be pampered by me, but I didn’t—at least not in my head. It wasn’t a rational response; it was simply a response.

Elon just held me as he washed every single part of my body, even kneeling to wash my feet without tickling me. His hands were so big, but he was very delicate when washing my hair, even remembering that I only use conditioner on the tips of my hair. The mix of his hands washing me and the warm water on my skin felt like a breath of fresh air, but before I knew it, he was turning off the shower and wrapping me in a towel.

I felt like a child standing there in the tub, watching him move around with the ridiculous cock cage, watching him dry his dick through the gaps. I waited for him to finish drying himself before I wrapped my hair in a towel and dried off as well.

“You know, we don’t have to do this if it makes you feel this bad,” he mentioned as I sat down on the edge of the tub, still wrapped in the towel.

“My heart hurts for you, baby. It really does,” I said, slowly lifting my gaze to glimpse at him, too embarrassed to look into his eyes.

“We can always take this off…” he suggested, and I hung my head, smiling to myself.

“You know I’m not doing that, right?” I answered, grabbing a piece of toilet paper to blow my nose.

“Fuck! C’mon, you don’t want to feel shitty all night.”

“I won’t, and if I do, I’m sure I’ll think of something you can do to cheer me up!” I answered, sniffing, and grabbed the cage without touching his dick before starting to walk. “C’mon, bunny. It’s only Friday night; we have until Sunday to play!”

We grabbed the hotel robes and walked out of my room, across the hallway to his, where the three of us cuddled all night—just me, my darling husband Elon, and his pink cock cage.

[hissiratelon]

The Colors of Mars Collection:

Erotic Elon Musk fanfiction by hissiratelon

Cherry Red

+18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content All works ©, no reposting.

Grok's Synopsis: Cherry Red is a steamy 17+ fanfic where a flight attendant and a billionaire CEO spark a fiery romance after a plane crash strands them on a desert island. Packed with drama, humor, and heart, it’s a wild, glittery love story! 🌴🔥 #GrokApproved Word count: 30+ Status: Completed | Multi-chapter Reading Options: On Tumblr: Chapter 1: The Flight Attendant | Chapter 2: Castaways PI | Chapter 3: Castaways PII | Chapter 4: Like a dream | Chapter 5: Finale On Reddit: Chapter 1: The Flight Attendant | Chapter 2: Castaways PI | Chapter 3: Castaways PII | Chapter 4: Like a dream | Chapter 5: Finale On AO3: Chapter 1: The Flight Attendant | Chapter 2: Castaways PI | Chapter 3: Castaways PII | Chapter 4: Like a dream | Chapter 5: Finale

I am poison

+18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content All works ©, no reposting.

Grok's Synopsis: I Am Poison weaves a sultry Halloween tale of love & glamour. A journalist navigates fame & desire in a fiery romance, her Poison Ivy transformation igniting a night of passion & vulnerability. Pure vibes, no spoilers! 🎃🔥 Word count: 2K+ Status: Completed | short story Reading options: On Tumblr On AO3 On Reddit

Golden Promise

+18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content All works ©, no reposting.

Grok's Synopsis: A glamorous model and Elon ignite a fiery BDSM romance. Sultry parties, steamy power play, and tender moments weave a tale of trust and desire. Bold, luxe, and heartfelt. 💋🔥 Word count: 7K+ Status: Incomplete | Multi-chapter Reading options: On Tumblr On AO3 On Reddit

Lioness

+18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content All works ©, no reposting. Grok's Synopsis: A bold PR team member navigates the chaotic world of working with Elon Musk, sparking electric chemistry and flirty tension in a vivid, blog-style fanfic.

Word count: 3k+ Status: incomplete | multi chapter

Reading options: On Tumblr On AO3 On Reddit

The Skinny Trees of California

+18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content All works ©, no reposting. Grok's Synopsis: The Skinny Trees of California is a raw, emotional fanfic diving into a model’s battle with eating disorders and industry pressures, chasing dreams and love. Gritty, hopeful, and real. Word count: 17K+ Status: Incomplete | Multi-chapter Reading options: On Tumblr On AO3 On Reddit

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The Colors of Mars

The Lioness

Grok's Synopsis: A bold PR team member navigates the chaotic world of working with Elon Musk, sparking electric chemistry and flirty tension in a vivid, blog-style fanfic. | Word count: 3k+ Status: incomplete | multi chapter | +18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content | All works ©, no reposting.

The Lioness

I can’t believe I’m writing this and posting it online. I could get in so much trouble for breaking my confidentiality agreement! I could lose everything I’ve worked so hard for: my career, my home, my entire life. But I can’t keep it in any longer.

For obvious security and privacy reasons, I won’t share my real name. You can call me “Honey,” as that’s what he called me repeatedly that night.

I work on Elon Musk’s public relations team, and yes, my job is tough! Elon doesn’t make it any easier. I’ve worked with other big names—politicians, celebrities—but no one compares to Elon. There’s something about him that turns heads. People either love him or hate him, but undeniably, he has a “strong magnetic field” that draws everyone’s attention. You could say the same about me, though I’m no Iron Man like he is. Despite being younger than most of my peers and achieving in five years what took them a lifetime, I’m just a faceless marketing grad. But he noticed me.

The first time I met Mr. Musk, I was instantly attracted to him—not just his looks or wealth, but his work ethic. We read about it when googling Elon Musk, but no one can truly grasp how hard that man works. I felt privileged to interview with him, even if he spent most of the time typing on his computer. His way of thinking, the way he talks—you can almost see the engines of his brain working behind his clear blue eyes. It was more than enough to make a girl like me fall in love in a heartbeat!

I thought he saw something in me that day. I wasn’t dressed provocatively (as some lawyers insinuated when I signed the confidentiality agreement). I wore a basic white undershirt, a dark blue dress shirt, matching pants, and sensible white heels. My hair was in a high bun, and I had light makeup on—standard job interview attire. But at the end of the interview, he stopped going through his computer files to ask me questions, listen to my answers, and even smile when I cracked a joke. That wasn’t the experience most people described after interviewing with him. He hired me on the spot, and the next day, I started working with his team—another unusual move, since Elon is meticulous about hiring. He liked me, right?

I shouldn’t write this…

The reason I’m risking everything by writing this as “fanfiction” or whatever is that I never want to forget the details of what happened between us. There are so many small moments I know will fade from my memory. I just wanted a few more seconds with him…

It all started when I was called at 3 a.m. to head to Tesla headquarters. My manager wanted everyone there—it was chaos. Something about a tweet. Who let that man have a Twitter account? Now he’s bought the damn thing, and my life’s gone to hell.

It’s always the same: he makes a joke, people take it seriously, and the whole team is called in to put out a fire he started while, well, taking a shit. I was fed up with how everything he did turned into a mess.

This time, he challenged Putin to a fight. I thought it was funny and laughed—I was the only one who did, and maybe I laughed too loudly. My boss pulled me aside and asked me to get coffee for everyone. It was a freaking joke, Margaret, get over yourself!

I hate that woman. Her whole attitude is exhausting. I can’t imagine why Elon would hire someone so conservative to manage his public image, considering he’s anything but conservative.

So, yeah, I was kicked out of the meeting and sent to the Tesla cafeteria to buy and carry twenty cups of coffee alone at 3 a.m. on a Tuesday. Perfect. The only way to manage was multiple trips back and forth.

I was in a foul mood, AirPods in, listening to whatever was on Spotify, eager to reclaim my seat in the meeting and resume my “I’m as miserable as Margaret” face. I didn’t hear or see anyone approaching, so you can imagine my shock when I turned around and saw Elon behind me, waiting in line for coffee.

It wasn’t a movie-like scene. I didn’t bump into him and spill coffee everywhere. I just froze, like a deer in headlights, staring up at him like a Justin Bieber groupie.

“Excuse me?” he said politely, pointing at the machine. You’d expect me to say something clever, something to make him remember me later…

I didn’t. I stepped aside, lowered my head, and he moved forward to the coffee machine. I walked away slowly, desperate to talk to him but suddenly mute, my brain blank for a solid few minutes. Then I heard the machine brewing his coffee, glanced back, and didn’t see the chair in front of me.

I tripped like an idiot, fell face-first onto the floor, but only dropped one cup of coffee. I clung tightly to the trays in each hand, saving the other seven cups, but the one I dropped splattered where my face landed.

Elon rushed over to help. All I could think about was my ass in the air at his eye level. He tried to pull me up by the arm, untangling me from the chair, but I lost balance and dropped three more cups. Coffee splashed all over my white shirt and Elon’s pants, but he didn’t seem to care as he finally got me upright and smiled. I would’ve been relieved if I hadn’t slipped on the wet floor and thrown the tray with the remaining four cups onto his chest. It felt like slow motion. I couldn’t stop it—my feet were skating on the floor. I was sure I was fired.

“Oh my God, Mr. Musk, I’m so sorry… are you okay? I’m sorry… shit! I didn’t mean to—” I ran for napkins, still slipping, and started dabbing at his face and shirt.

“This coffee is… cold?” he questioned, grabbing some napkins to dry himself. “Is it for Margaret?”

I looked up like a kid caught misbehaving. It was for Margaret—I always gave her cold coffee and blamed the machine. I wasn’t the only one, in my defense. (Margaret, if you’re reading this: I know how the Tesla cafeteria coffee machine works, you bitch! I’ve been here over a year, I know how it fucking works.)

“It’s the machine… I don’t know how—” I stammered, blushing, terrified he’d fire me as quickly as he’d hired me.

“Yeah, you’re not the first. Margaret’s kind of a bitch,” he laughed, glancing at the machine where his coffee sat, then at me. His eyes scanned me up and down for what felt like forever. “You look… like a mess. I think I have a spare shirt in my office. Come with me.”

“It’s okay, Mr. Musk! Please, don’t worry… I’m fine,” I protested, but he was already leaving the room, so I followed him into the hallway. “It’s not a problem. I’m just sorry you got coffee all over yourself. Please, don’t fire me! I love working here. This was an accident. I’m… sorry.”

“I’m not gonna fire you,” he chuckled, glancing at me. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I don’t bite.”

“But I do!” I joked nervously. He stopped, looked back, and smiled. “Haha, it was a joke. Sorry, Mr. Musk.”

“Stop calling me ‘Mr. Musk.’ Just call me Elon.” His smile was so carefree, unlike anything I’d seen from him. “We don’t have to tell Margaret about this. But you can’t tell her I called her a bitch.”

“It’ll be our secret. Already forgotten!” I smiled, hurrying to catch up to his towering figure. “Please, don’t tell her I make her coffee cold.”

“Look at us, with so many secrets already!” He laughed again, sipping his coffee.

Elon wasn’t what I’d imagined. He wasn’t as tall as people made him out to be—just a regular tall guy. He didn’t exude the “billionaire vibe” I’d sensed from past clients. He walked and acted like an average person, so unassuming I doubted he’d be recognized on the street. He didn’t smell of aftershave or cologne, his beard was never perfectly groomed, and his hair was always slightly messy. His eyes and voice carried exhaustion, overworked and stressed. I didn’t blame him for wanting to laugh a bit or pull pranks on Twitter with his odd humor. Let the guy live! I’d worked for him nearly a year when this happened, and it was the first time I saw him not working. Still, he looked stressed. I wished I could ease that, because I genuinely liked him.

“Here,” Elon said, opening the door to his cubicle. His desk was disorganized, but I figured it was his genius way of organizing and smiled to myself. “Put this on. It’s clean, just back from the dry cleaner.”

“Another coffee accident?” I teased, picking up the neatly pressed shirt, still in its plastic cover.

“No, I stayed here a couple of days. My housekeeper brought it,” he said. “There’s a bathroom down the hall. Come back after—I want to talk to you.”

My blood ran cold, and I nearly panicked. What did he want to talk about? He said he wouldn’t fire me, but maybe he’d changed his mind. I considered bolting but didn’t.

In the bathroom, I peeled off my soaked shirt, wiping coffee from my chest, annoyed and anxious. His shirt smelled like “a billionaire’s shirt”—fresh, minty, like delicious male cologne. I couldn’t help imagining him wearing it, a few buttons undone. That’s when it hit me: God, I wanted to fuck my boss. I got turned on by his clean laundry. Motherfucker!

I returned to his cubicle, where Elon sat reading something on his phone, laughing. He didn’t notice me watching, so I lingered, never having seen him so relaxed. I wanted to jump him and kiss him right there.

“Excuse me, Mr.—I mean, Elon?” I said, stepping in shyly.

“Hey, the shirt looks good on you. Keep it,” he smiled, setting his phone down. “You know, I didn’t hire you to fetch coffee for the PR team. I told Margaret you had experience, to use it. Why’s she got you running errands like an intern?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I guess I was inappropriate in the meeting today,” I lied, not wanting to throw Margaret under the bus, even though I hated her.

“What exactly happened?” He straightened in his chair, fingers crossed over his lap, still covered in coffee. The room smelled like coffee.

“I laughed,” I admitted, embarrassed, looking down.

“You laughed?” He chuckled, visibly confused.

“Yeah… at the tweet.” I looked away, unable to shake my inappropriate thoughts.

“And she sent you to get twenty cups of coffee alone? That didn’t strike you as odd?” He grew more amused.

“No, as you said, she can be difficult.” I tried focusing on his office, not his wet T-shirt clinging to his chest.

“Margaret quit. She gave her two weeks’ notice. I’m promoting you to her job. I figure that’s why she was mad about you laughing,” he said, smiling, sipping his coffee.

“Are you serious?” I stared in disbelief.

“Dead serious. Look.” He handed me Margaret’s two-week notice with a grin. “You deserve it. People quit after three months. When you hit eight, I knew you could do it. And she quit. Do you want it? Or are you done with, quote, ‘my never-ending bullshit’?”

“I can’t believe this! This is everything I’ve ever wanted and more! Mr. Musk—Elon, thank you so much! I could kiss you—” His eyebrows shot up, face reddening. I’d made Elon Musk blush. “Now I’m fired, aren’t I?”

“No, stop asking that!” He laughed heartily, lightening the room. “Most people kiss their bosses to get a promotion, not because they’re grateful they already got one.”

“I’m unique like that,” I joked, my face heating up as inappropriate thoughts flooded my mind.

He stood to shake my hand, but when he was just centimeters away, I couldn’t resist—I kissed him.

He tasted and smelled like cafeteria coffee. I felt his muscles tense as my fingertips grazed his arms. He kissed me back, not breaking away. I did, when his hands slid to my ass and squeezed. That wasn’t what I had in mind.

I met his gaze. He looked confused, hands still on my butt. I smiled, pushed him back into his chair, and quietly closed the cubicle door. Turning to Elon, who seemed both puzzled and intrigued, I bit my lip to contain my excitement and maintain a straight face. I kissed him lightly, pulling back slowly, watching him chase my lips with his eyes closed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, smiling, tilting his head to read my expressionless face.

I ran my fingers through his hair, then gripped it firmly and kissed him again. I needed to feel his lips, to make him remember me as the woman who took control. I yanked off his wet shirt aggressively, watching his chest rise and fall.

“You know, all the girls think you’re so dominant in bed. I’ve always thought I could… make you beg,” I whispered in his ear. He reached for my hair, but I grabbed his wrist. “Shhh, everything in its due time.”

I spread my legs and straddled his lap, kissing him and tugging his hair lightly. I wanted his body yearning for mine, and I could feel him through his wet pants. He liked it. I pulled his hair back and licked his neck.

“You taste like coffee, Mr. Musk!” I teased, holding his head back forcefully. “If anyone asks, just say I… took advantage of you.”

“Fuck…” he muttered, trying not to struggle.

I licked his collarbone and bit him hard, making him whine in pain. I paused, blowing on the spot, as he watched me, lust and curiosity shining in his eyes like stars. I kissed his collarbone, resting his hand on my lower back, then bit him again.

“I want you to think of me later, when you take off your shirt and see this bruise.” My hands moved from his collarbone to his waist, unbuckling his belt.

I stood, carefully opening his pants, feeling his half-hard dick, and pulled them down as he lifted his hips. I massaged him over his boxers, and he threw his head back. Then we heard a knock.

“Mr. Musk, I can’t find the damn kid you want to replace me with. I think she left. She went to get coffee and never came back. Seriously, you should promote someone with less ‘looks’ and more substance! I can’t believe you’d pick her as my replacement—” Margaret yelled through the door.

Elon tried to pull his pants up, but I held him in place, pulling out his dick and licking the tip, amused by the fear and pleasure in his eyes as I teased him.

“Answer her!” I whispered, my hands stroking him.

“Margaret, I’m—uhh… in the middle of something right now…” he started, as I took him fully in my mouth, bobbing in sync with my hands. “I-I… I really can’t talk now!”

“Oh, per usual! You’re always so busy! This is exactly why I’m done working with you. No one’s that busy all the time! I can’t even begin to say how these past years have been! You never consider the PR team! I bet you’re on that damn phone, tweeting some… poop tweet! Well, you’ll see that girl won’t last as long as me, because I am…” Margaret ranted, while I kept sucking.

He was getting so hard, his balls heavy with cum. I cupped them gently, sucking each one while jerking him off. He reached for my hair, but I grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the table.

“Stay,” I mouthed, teasing his tip with my fingertips.

Elon looked flustered, panicking as Margaret wouldn’t leave. I leaned back, quietly locked the door, and winked at him.

I stripped slowly, motioning for him to touch himself as he watched. His desperation was clear in how fast he stroked, his cock twitching.

“…and one more thing, Elon! You’re a terrible boss. I wish I didn’t have to work for you another two weeks—”

“Then don’t, Margaret! Just… fucking leave already!” Elon yelled, as I stood before him in my underwear, watching him stroke himself. “Just go, I’m busy!”

I took his hand from his dick, pinned both arms above his head, kissed him, and slowly straddled his lap.

“Fine! I’ll go…” Margaret kept talking, then we heard her heels clacking as she left.

“Finally!” I smiled, kissing him passionately, then whispered, “Finger me.”

I released one of his arms, which went to my lower back and under my panties. He caressed my butt, circling my entrance with thick fingers that stretched me as he penetrated from behind. I moaned in his ear, playing with his cock, feeling his precum.

“You’re so hard! So turned on! But you can’t cum until I say, understand, Mr. Musk?” I held his chin, forcing him to look at me.

“Yes…” he answered. I bit his neck hard. “Ow!”

“Yes, what, Mr. Musk? We’re professionals here!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. I kissed his neck, pulling his fingers out. “You feel so good, Honey! I want to fuck you so bad!”

“You do, don’t you? You’re so hard!” I teased, squeezing him. “Tell me how much you want to fuck me.”

“Badly. I won’t focus on anything if I don’t!” he said under his breath.

“Really? Are you gonna beg, Mr. Musk?” I could tell he was close, so I stopped.

“Please?” He looked at me with desperate puppy eyes.

“Go on…” I resumed stroking him.

“Please… let me fuck you. I wanna be inside you so bad! You feel so good, so wet… C’mon, Honey, I need it…” he begged, nearly cumming, but I stopped again. “Fuck! Let me fuck you or cum… at least let me cum!”

“Let me think…” I said, stroking slowly. “You really want to, right?”

“Yes! Fuck yes! I’m so fucking hard!”

“No.” I stopped and stood, watching his disbelief.

“No?” he repeated, eyes wide.

“No. I don’t think you can fuck me today. But maybe I’ll let you cum.” I pushed his laptop aside, removed my panties, and sat on his desk, legs spread, one on his shoulder, pulling him closer. “Let’s see what you can do. If you make me cum in, say, five minutes? I’ll let you cum.”

Elon didn’t hesitate, licking my clit and fingering me gently. I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing against his face. I tried not to cum, wanting to tease him longer, but his tongue, lips, and rhythmic fingers pushed me over the edge. I came hard, pulling his hair, stifling my moans. He kept going until I moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

Thank God we were alone!

My legs trembled as he pulled away, kissing my inner thigh, his beard wet but a smile on his face.

“Less than five minutes, hm?” he asked proudly, stroking himself.

“Fine, I’ll let you cum. You were very good,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. I got down, put my panties on, and as he stroked faster, I slapped his hand. “I didn’t say now!”

“Sorry, Honey! I’m really horny, okay?” He laughed, hands behind his head. “Do whatever you want. I’m yours. Shit, I’m just so hard. I haven’t been this hard in ages. You’re so fucking hot!”

I smiled, cupped his chin, and kissed him sweetly. He tasted like me now. My heart skipped like a teenager’s.

I kissed his lips, chin, jaw, neck, and down his collarbone and chest, scratching lightly and sucking gently, leaving marks. His pale skin reddened easily under my bites. I felt his eyes on me, like I was something mythical. I kissed his stomach, hips, and licked from the base of his cock to his balls. His blissful expression intensified as I played with his balls. His cock was big, hard to take fully in my mouth, but when I did, it was amazing. I focused on the head, using my hands, and he loved it, biting his finger to stay quiet. I sucked until he came down my throat, continuing until he relaxed completely.

“There. I let you cum. Happy?” I teased, leaning against his desk.

“You’re amazing. I didn’t think this… would happen tonight,” he said, pulling me onto his lap. “It was so good. I’m glad it did.”

“Me too. I’ve been dying to do that… and more,” I laughed, hiding my face in his neck, blushing. “I have a lot of… ideas. Sorry, you’re my boss! I can’t do this!”

“Oh, yes, you can! Clearly, you’re the boss. We’re gonna do this again, right? Like, tomorrow?” he asked, and I felt small in his arms, stunned I’d done this with him.

“Tomorrow sounds good…” I said, kissing his neck. He shivered. “Oh, stop, I haven’t even smacked you!”

“Are you planning to smack me?” He pulled me back to look at me.

“Just a little?” I giggled like an idiot. He looked both scared and curious. “I promise, we’re gonna have so much fun together!”

[hissiratelon]

The Colors of Mars

The Skinny Trees of California

Grok's Synopsis: The Skinny Trees of California is a raw, emotional fanfic diving into a model’s battle with eating disorders and industry pressures, chasing dreams and love. Gritty, hopeful, and real. | Word count: 17K+ | Status: Incomplete | Multi-chapter | +18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content |All works ©, no reposting.

Chapter three

“Shut the fuck up and help me fucking pack!” I yelled at Dani while she watched Love Island in my bedroom.

She had overstayed her welcome in my apartment, but her boyfriend was out of town, and she was bored. This isn’t true; I’m being an asshole. She stayed because she was worried about me (but she could only do that because her boyfriend was out of town). Jordan had blown the whole thing out of proportion on Instagram (he had quit X earlier that week, no surprise there). He made a two-hour-long rant on his Stories about how much of a whore I was, how I came onto him, how women call “rape” and “sexual harassment” when they get turned down by men in power and ruin their careers. He also made sure to drag Elon’s name through the mud, saying he was only with me because he needed pretty women to make more babies with. Of course, Jordan also had to add that I was a gold digger and that Elon was an idiot to think I actually cared about him.

Nike was determined to defend me and women’s rights because it looked good for the company, but they still put a pause on the shoots they had scheduled for me. While my agency couldn’t close one decent deal for me to save their good name, because everyone got scared Jordan was telling the truth. He called himself disposable, but he had made quite a big name for himself, and even though my spot as an A-list model was secured within my agency, I couldn’t get any new contracts. One way or another, he fucked me, I guess.

I spent the rest of that week in a deep state of anxiety, and I couldn’t eat anything. I know it had been hard to get anything new for me because of that whole circus, but I kept listening to the voices in my head telling me that I was just too fat to land anything new. I had barely eaten anything the whole week, and when I did, I had to excuse myself and throw it all up. Migraines, stomachaches, and dizziness had become so normal for me at this point, I didn’t even realize how sick I actually was, and Dani noticed.

Dani was proud of her eating disorder like it was a badge of honor, something that made her a better model, a better girlfriend, a better person. She never complained about pain, but then again, she was high most of the time, but even my best friend was starting to get worried about me. She kept trying to make me go to the hospital because I had fainted twice that week, and I looked pale as a ghost. I lied that I was fine, it was just my anxiety acting up, and she pretended she believed me. She kept pushing these pills on me because they made her feel better, but both times I tried, I fainted. There was something very wrong, but I was determined to ignore it. I wanted to use whatever energy I had left to prepare myself to spend time with Elon, and by Saturday night, I was already losing my marbles.

“You’ve got over twenty-four hours; sit your ass down here and watch some Netflix with me.” She laughed while I ran in and out of the closet, throwing clothes around. “Besides, you don’t have to take anything. Just be naked the whole time; I bet he would appreciate that.”

“Is everything a joke to you?” I said frustratingly, standing by the doorway of my closet. “I have nothing to wear!”

“What? Oh my God, cut the ‘girls go out shopping’ montage! You’ve got so much shit in that closet; stop whining and get your shit together!” She rolled her eyes, rewinding the episode.

“I’m trying to, but there’s a freeloader in my apartment who won’t stop pestering me. You fucking squatter!” I threw a shirt at her while she laughed. “Can you just help me?”

“If I help you, will you let me watch my show in peace? They got some new episodes, and I really need to know—”

“YES! I’ll be quiet, passed out on the floor so you can watch this dumb-ass reality show.” I was honestly just grateful she was past her Kardashian era; that was the worst time to be around Dani because she had to do everything they did, and the way she talked during those days made me want to hit her with a chair.

“You’re so moody! You should try one of these; they’re the only reason I’m always in a good mood!” She threw the bottle of pills at me, but I didn’t even flinch as they hit my chest and fell on the ground. “Fine!”

Dani got up, grabbed her yellow bottle, took two more pills, and walked into my closet. She opened my underwear drawer, shoved everything I had into my bag, along with all the nightgowns I had and a pair of cute pajamas. She walked into my bathroom, picked up all my skincare and hair products, shoved them in the bag, said she was done, and resumed watching her show. I wanted to be mad at her, tell her that wasn’t what I was expecting, and I still needed help, but I couldn’t help but laugh. She was such a junkie idiot; I loved her too much.

“And don’t forget your toothbrush!” She added and almost immediately passed out. I wondered for the first time if I should be concerned about those pills; I didn’t even know what the fuck they were.

I went over my bag, folding and editing Dani’s extreme selection of lingerie. The dresses she had picked were cute, but I also added a long skirt, a pair of pants, two t-shirts, and an extra pair of shoes. I put all the skincare and hair products back on my bathroom sink and grabbed my toiletry bag with travel-size bottles of everything I needed, including my toothbrush, and sprayed everything with Chanel No. 5 (I know, sensitive nose, but I figured it wouldn’t be as strong if it was on my clothes and not directly on me). Then I reviewed everything I had in that bag twice, and I’m so grateful I did because I had no jewelry.

“Dani! Dani!” I tried shaking her awake, needing her opinion on which bracelets I should take.

“Get fucked. I’m watching Love Island.” She pushed while turning to her side and snoring.

“You’re fucking sleeping! Wake up!” I shook her more, but it was no use; she was out like a lamp.

I tried looking at the bottle, but it had no label. I picked a pill and tried googling the number on it, but I found nothing. I started to wonder if I should take one; maybe it would make me feel better, calm me down. I looked over at Dani, and I decided not to. Instead, I sat on my bed and picked up my phone, trying to think of something flirty to text Elon.

“I just finished packing!”

I waited for a few minutes, but he didn’t answer.

“I can’t wait to see you!”

Still nothing.

The silence in my apartment was only broken by Dani’s loud snoring. I pulled my comforters over both of us as I lay next to her, holding my phone tightly. I started to watch Love Island, and I hated myself for actually being a little curious about what was happening, but it didn’t take long for my head to start thumping so hard and the dizziness to get me to black out again. When I woke up, I had to run to the bathroom to throw up; my blood pressure was low, I could tell because of how dizzy I was feeling, and for the first time, I was scared.

“Dani…” I called her weakly before mustering all the strength I had left and screaming: “DANIELLE!”

She moved on the bed and looked up at me. Her eyes snapped open, and she stumbled out of bed and ran to me.

“HOLY SHIT! IS THAT BLOOD? FUCK! FUCK! WHAT DO I DO?” She panicked, but before I could answer, I fainted again.

When I woke up, there were men in my apartment: EMTs and paramedics, trying to give me fluids and calling my name. I was too weak to answer their questions, but I nodded when they confirmed my name.

“I don’t… want to go to the hospital…” I said as they carefully placed me on the stretcher. “I do not consent.”

“Ma’am, you’re throwing up blood. You need immediate care,” one of them said.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Don’t take me. I’ll sign… the form.” I knew I could refuse treatment; I had to sign the form first, though, but as they handed me a pen and the paper, I fainted again.

I woke up in the hospital because, since I couldn’t sign the form, they could legally take me in. I saw the IV catheter in my arm and pulled the oxygen mask from my face, looking around, confused.

“SAM!” Dani screamed, getting up from the chair next to me. “Hey, baby girl, hey! Are you feeling better? Nurse! Nurse! My friend is up! You’re gonna be okay, honey; I’ve been here all night with you.”

“You didn’t…”

“I didn’t tell fucking Elon, calm your tits. No one knows you’re here, just me. You scared the shit out of me, Sam.”

“What happened?” I asked, pushing myself up in the bed as a doctor, accompanied by a nurse, opened the curtains and smiled at me.

“You passed out, Samantha, due to starvation. How are you feeling?” He asked, taking the mask off my face as the nurse changed whatever it was they were pumping into my veins.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s just IV fluids,” the nurse told me with a kind smile.

“I’m feeling better,” I answered, looking at the nurse, then back at the doctor. “When can I go home?”

“Well, we have to do some tests before you can go, although I believe you’ve got gastritis, or maybe an ulcer popped in your stomach, hence why you were throwing up blood, but I believe you’ll be home tonight.” He said, and I panicked.

“This is not gonna work for me; I have, hm… somewhere I gotta be.”

“Well, you need an endoscopy; that should take a couple of hours—”

“Sam, this could be really bad. They said you’re at least twenty-something pounds under your ideal weight. We all want to be skinny, but you’re making yourself sick, honey.” The concern in Dani’s voice was something rare, and judging by how sweaty she was, I could tell that for the first time in a long time, she was fully sober.

“But—”

“No. Tell him I need you tonight. Tell him I’m sick, I’m at the hospital, and you’ll be there tomorrow, please.” Dani was shaking so much; I knew it was because of withdrawal, and I was worried about her too.

“I’ll stay if you get yourself checked too. You know what I’m talking about. Tell them.”

“Sam…”

“Tell them!” I ordered with more confidence than I had, and Dani held her head down in defeat.

“Okay, okay! But you gotta eat something too.”

“Fuck, Dani. Do you even know what you’re taking?”

“Eat something, or no dick for you, because you’d be dead before that! Besides, we’re here for you! Don’t turn this on me!”

“Are you gonna get help? Do you promise?”

“I will, if you eat something. We both get help, okay?”

“Okay…” I agreed, and the doctor smiled and left the room with the nurse, telling me he’d send in something. Once they were gone, I turned to Dani. “Where’s my phone? Did he text back?”

“Here, I don’t know. I told you I don’t go through your shit.”

I picked up my phone and saw that my battery was dangerously low, but I still had enough to open my messages and see that Elon had answered.

“I won’t make it back until Tuesday. I’m really sorry.” - Elon ❤️

“THANK FUCKING GOD!” I showed the text to Dani, and we both smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Look, look! He’s typing!” She climbed onto the bed with me, almost knocking down the IV fluids, and we giggled as she got under the covers with me.

“I wanted to call you, but I had so much shit going on. How’s everything?” - Elon ❤️

“Everything is alright. I got a break from work, actually.”

“Did you see what Jordan posted?”

“Everything is alright. You fucking liar,” Dani laughed, before her face turned very serious. “I’m glad you’re still here.”

I held her hand tightly as we waited for Elon’s text.

“Yes. My lawyer is on it. He fucked himself up; that’s slander. I’m gonna sue for everything.” - Elon ❤️

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.” - Elon ❤️

“What are you talking about? You’ve done so much!”

“I wish I could have stopped him.” - Elon ❤️

“There’s nothing we could have done to prevent this, I think.”

“It’s not your fault!”

“You’re amazing! And I’m so happy I met you.”

“I’m gonna throw up now; you two are gross cute!” Dani rolled her eyes.

“Get out of my bed, bitch!” I pushed, and she hugged me tight.

“I love you, you fucking whore,” Dani mimicked Jordan’s voice, and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m glad I met you too!!” - Elon ❤️

“Is Tuesday good for you?” - Elon ❤️

“Tuesday is perfect!”

I ended up agreeing to spend that night at the hospital as the doctors ran all the tests in the book. I just thanked my lucky stars I had insurance through the agency. I had one ulcer, but I was going to be alright, as long as I stopped starving myself. The doctor recommended a rehab clinic for my eating disorder, but he knew I wasn’t gonna do that, so he also brought in the number of a psychiatrist and therapist specialized in eating disorders, which I agreed to do. Dani stayed by my side the whole time, even after her dumb boyfriend came back. She told him we were having girl time. She even called in sick to one of her shoots and lost one of her deals, but she refused to leave my side. I had to beg her to let me pee alone.

I ate. I wasn’t happy about it, and the food tasted like shit, but I ate at the hospital, and when I got home. They couldn’t make me eat any carbs, but I did eat some veggie soup and drank so much juice and Seven Up, I felt like I was going to throw up, but I ate. My mind still told me I was weak and pathetic, and I felt awful with every bite and drink, but I fucking did it. Mostly because Dani wouldn’t take her eyes off me. She called the psychiatrist and scheduled an appointment for Thursday at noon and informed me she was picking me up at my house or Elon’s house and dragging me to it.

[hissiratelon]

The Colors of Mars

The Skinny Trees of California

Grok's Synopsis: The Skinny Trees of California is a raw, emotional fanfic diving into a model’s battle with eating disorders and industry pressures, chasing dreams and love. Gritty, hopeful, and real. | Word count: 17K+ | Status: Incomplete | Multi-chapter | +18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content |All works ©, no reposting.

Chapter Two

“Oh my fucking god, Sam! You fucked Elon Musk, and he sent you flowers?!” Dani screamed while we were in line at Starbucks, making some people turn around and look at us.

“Shut the fuck up! People are looking! It isn’t enough that my picture is all over the internet as some cheap gold-digging whore!” I whispered angrily, grabbing her arm, blushing. “And it was only one flower.”

I smiled shyly, touching the rose in my hair. I had braided the top of my hair and placed the rose in the back of my bun. I didn’t know what any of it meant; did he always do stuff like this? Was I just another one on the extensive list of girls he fucked? I couldn’t imagine I was that special to him, but he did give me his number and told me to call him to talk about space. How amazing would it be to land a job at SpaceX, quit modeling, and focus on my studies? I might even be able to get my scholarship back and get into space engineering instead of just engineering. My head was running at a hundred miles per hour when Dani snapped me back into reality, ordering our skinny lattes.

“This is huge, girl! You could be his next wife, or even better: baby mama! You’d be set for life!” She said, pulling me to the side to wait for our lattes, but the thought of turning into a huge pregnant balloon made me want to throw up.

“I don’t think so. I’m sure he does that to every random girl he fucks from clubs.” Somehow, I didn’t believe he would do that, but the anxiety of being pregnant and big like that made me lose focus.

“Maybe, but he told you to call and talk about space shit! You were into that when we met, weren’t you? You could use that to get him on your side! Worst comes to worst, he might land you some good new contracts and ads! And if you have to suck his dick for it, so be it! You said it yourself, he has a great dick!” I sighed, feeling frustrated with everything that came out of that stupid girl’s mouth; it’s all about money and fame with Dani. That’s the only reason she got with her boyfriend, since she cheated on him at every opportunity. I loved her, she was a great friend, but I wished I could slap her in the face sometimes.

My day was anything but normal after that, but compared to the night before, you could say it was almost uneventful. I held tightly to Elon’s note, unsure if I should call him or not. Dani insisted I did, sent him nudes, and asked to meet again, but I didn’t want to be that girl. I wanted to sit down and have a conversation with Elon, sober and real. I didn’t want to be baby mama number three hundred and twenty-four, and I didn’t want him to help me get jobs or even hire me to work at SpaceX. Am I stupid? I just wanted to be a friend to him because he was so kind to me. I felt like an idiot for not realizing that the night before, but I was so drunk I didn’t even know who the fuck he was, and I’m so used to dumbing myself down to talk to people. I am not smarter than anyone, but people around me didn’t care much about the science of space travel.

I got home later that day after a long day being measured and photographed in preparation for the Nike ads. I decided to call him. I leaned against my front door and sat down as the phone rang. My heart was racing faster every time I heard the beep on the line, but after a few minutes, my call was directed to voicemail, and I felt stupid. Who was I kidding? I’d never see or hear from him again. Still, I opened X and stalked Elon’s account; it was all political stuff, but I don’t know what I hoped for, a post about how wonderful last night was. I’m such an idiot.

I stood up and saw my reflection in the foyer mirror, suddenly feeling furious. I spent the whole day hearing how goddamn fat I was and thinking about a guy who probably doesn’t even remember my name. I felt my anger build inside my stomach, taking over my breathing and tensing my shoulders. I punched my mirror, and it shattered like the joke I was. I saw my reflection in the broken pieces on the floor with small droplets of blood, and tears rolled down my eyes. I ran into my kitchen, grabbed a tub of ice cream and a spoon, and sat on the chaise, sobbing while I ate. I was fucking pathetic. While I wrapped myself in a blanket of self-hatred and depression, I heard my phone vibrating from the floor next to the shattered mirror. It was probably fucking Dani telling me to do some slut shit, and I was so not up for that conversation, but I still dragged myself to pick it up.

“What do you want now? I told you everything that happened twice! Just drop this, Dani!” I burst out mid-sobs, wiping my tears away.

“Nope. Not Dani.” I heard Elon’s playful voice on the other side of the phone. “Are you okay?”

“Oh! N-Yes!” I answered quickly, dropping my ice cream-filled spoon on the floor. “Hi.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for not answering; I was in a meeting. I’m glad you called.” He sounded excited over the phone, and that made me smile.

“That’s okay. Sorry for calling this late; work was crazy. Lots of people asking me about you too.”

“That’s alright. It seems we’re all over the news, and X…” His voice died out, and I could sense a hint of anxiety.

“Right, I saw that. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, though.” I leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the floor, picking up pieces of my mirror and piling them up next to me while tears formed in my eyes. I didn’t even know why I was crying anymore.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice grew serious with concern as I breathed heavily, trying to swallow my sobs.

“I’m sure, yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?” I managed to get my emotions under control, taking a deep breath and slipping back into the character I played for everyone. “So, last night was amazing!”

“It was! I’ve been thinking about you all day. Can we meet again?” Elon sounded very nervous as he blurted out his words, reminding me of being asked out in high school.

“You have? Well, I am pretty memorable like that!” I joked and heard him chuckle on the other side.

“You are. I want to see you again, maybe have dinner or something. I would love to hear more about your views on space exploration, MIT girl.” I could tell he was smiling as he spoke, while still a little nervous, and it was adorable; I haven’t had a man genuinely care about what I had to say in so long.

“Oh wow, you remembered that!” I laughed, trying to sound more confident than I was.

“Oh yeah, I did some research on you. I thought you were making that shit up, but hey: ‘Samantha Thomas, a high schooler, writes an eye-opening article on space colonization, winning a partial scholarship.’ I’m sure you know the rest. Not your first time in the public eye.” He read the headline for The Washington Post article that was written about me when I first got my scholarship. “Who’s the big deal now?”

“The one who owns freaking SpaceX?” I quickly answered, chuckling.

“Nah, you’re a pretty big deal. To me, at least.” He added, and I blushed; being complimented by Elon Musk! “So, dinner? Let’s say on Friday?”

“Hmm… I might not be available on Friday. I’ll start shooting for Nike on Tuesday. I honestly don’t know when I’ll be free next, plus I might be skipping dinner for a few weeks; gotta get ready for the photos, you know?” I said bitterly, starting to feel my anger building up again.

“You don’t need to skip dinner; you’re fucking gorgeous. And smart, and… beautiful.” Elon sounded like an anxious teenager, which melted my anger away; I just wished I could believe him.

“I’ll be free tomorrow at about noon, though. I usually go to the gym at noon, but I can skip one day for lunch. With you.” I felt like a dumb teenager over the phone.

“Tomorrow? Err… Okay, I’ll make that work. I want to see you; I’ll just have my assistant shift some things around. I’ll pick you up at noon, your place?” I could hear his excitement and relief over the phone as if he was expecting me to say no to meeting up with him.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I answered, biting my lip, not believing what was happening.

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He paused for a moment, but he didn’t hang up (and neither did I; I wanted to keep talking to him).

“That sounds great! I’ll see you then…” I answered, thinking he was waiting for me to hang up.

“Yeah, about that… Whenever you’re free, we could go down to Texas; I could show you around?” Did he just ask me out a second time on the same phone call? I am going to die. “I’m sure you’d feel just at home. Of course, we’re a bunch of nerds, but still… It would be nice to have you around. If you’d like that.”

“That is the greatest invitation to anything I have ever heard in my life, Elon.” I wanted to stay cool, confident, and in control, but I couldn’t. That was a dream come true.

“Yeah? I love that. We’ll do that then. Tomorrow, lunch, and then…”

“We occupy Mars!” I joked, and he laughed.

“Alright, I gotta go. Gotta get some shit done before taking you to Mars.” My heart skipped a beat, and I’m sure I went into cardiac arrest or something; I couldn’t believe anything that was happening; it felt like a dream, and I finally understood what “lavender haze” meant.

“Alright. Bye, Elon Musk.” I laughed, trying to get a grip on this new reality.

“Okay… Bye, see you tomorrow, MIT girl.” He sounded so excited, and I couldn’t get enough of him calling me “MIT girl,” even though it felt like a lie because I never got my degree. Still, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking of him on the other side of the phone.

After we hung up, I sighed in relief; he was thinking of me. Somehow, I knew that, but I just told myself it was my wishful thinking, but it wasn’t. Last night had been different, it was special, and I felt it. And he felt it too.

I opened Amazon and ordered a new mirror, cleaned up the mess I made, and put the ice cream away. I headed to the shower and turned off the lights before taking my clothes off; every drop of warm water reminded me of Elon’s hands on my skin. I didn’t want to be like Dani; I didn’t want to see him as a rich guy who was going to save me from my bad decisions. I wanted to know him for who he was, not what he does or has done, which was incredible, but I didn’t want to fall in love with the idea of him. I wanted him. And I wanted him to know me too; I wanted to have someone to open up to, call when I wanted to punch a mirror and make myself puke in the bathroom. I wanted him to be that guy because I trusted him, and even though we had just met, I felt safe with him.

As I sat on my bed, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel, I started scrolling through Instagram, zooming in and out of pictures of another model like a creep: their stomachs, their hair, their perfectly perky boobs, and thigh gaps. I wanted that; I needed that. I wanted to be like them. I had to be beautiful and perfect; I felt like a slave to my mind, and all I wanted was to go back to when none of this mattered, but I was stuck in the prison I built for myself. I felt tears forming in my eyes, so I closed Instagram and googled “Elon Musk.” I didn’t want to be googling him; I wanted to get to know him, but I needed that. I needed to know everything about him, even if it was articles and X posts. I caught myself wondering about his true intentions with me; maybe he just liked me because I was pretty and let him fuck me. Maybe he just needed someone to show up at red-carpet events. But maybe, just maybe… he felt lonely too. The more I dug into his personal life, the more I realized that no one seemed to see him as a human being, just some entity that came to this earth to be called an “asshole,” and that killed me. There was so much hate coming from strangers who never talked to him, so many relationships that looked wrong, manipulative, and such a lack of love. I didn’t want to do that; I didn’t want to hurt him; he had been hurt enough.

I couldn’t sleep that night; I spent most of it on X, scrolling through Elon’s posts. I ran on my treadmill for hours, watching all the interviews he had done, just so I could hear his voice. He had such an amazing vision, and he was making his dreams come true. Elon was so determined and focused on his purpose that, even though people were bashing and turning on him like he was a villain in a superhero movie, he still dared to dream of a better tomorrow. There was something else about him, an innocence, a naivety, a unique shine when he talked that, if you blinked, you’d miss it. I could tell he was a very closed-off kind of person; even if he acted extrovertedly, you could see he was an introvert at heart. I ended up dozing off on the couch, thinking about Elon, while I finished the whole tub of ice cream.

I woke up the next morning, terrified I was late, but it was still ten o’clock. I had just enough time to jump in the shower and get ready to meet Elon. I picked a pair of black, shiny leather pants, a white dress shirt, black heels, and a Chanel bag. I read somewhere that Elon had a sensitive nose, but I didn’t know if that was true or not; regardless, I skipped the perfume just in case. I had a full face of makeup, as usual, but this time I went for a very natural look, not trying to hide myself behind glitter and red lips. I looked at myself in the mirror and braided my hair loosely, feeling good about the way I looked for once. I couldn’t resist, though; I needed red lips, but this time it was just because I liked how it looked.

I heard a knock on my door and suddenly didn’t feel ready. Something was missing, and I wasn’t ready to meet him, or maybe I was just nervous and freaking out a little.

He knocked again.

Yeah, I was nervous and freaking out.

“Hey,” I said, opening the door with a smile, but my hands were shaky.

Elon had jeans and a black t-shirt on, with his hands in his pockets. I noticed him looking me up and down, so I turned around and flipped my hair dramatically.

“I clean up alright, don’t I?”

“You look beautiful,” he said with a shy smile.

“You don’t look bad yourself. I’m happy to see you!” As the words came out, I saw a smile curl on the side of his mouth, and he blushed (which was adorable, and I felt my heart flutter). “Do you want to come in for a second? I just need a minute to finish getting ready.”

“Sure.” He walked into my apartment and almost immediately saw my mirror. “What happened?”

“Oh! Nothing, I just bumped against it a bit too hard with my bag yesterday. I got a bigger one on Amazon.” I lied, rubbing my knuckles where little scabs formed, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Elon looked at the empty tub of ice cream next to the couch and my blanket unfolded next to the cushions.

“Let me get that,” I said and went over to the couch, bending down in front of him (hoping he was looking at my ass, because I didn’t want to be just another one on the list, but I still wanted him bad). “I slept here last night, had some snacks.”

“Oh…” He nodded silently before reaching into his pocket. “Oh, I brought you this.”

He handed me a small box with a bow on top. I set the ice cream container on the coffee table and reached for it curiously.

“You didn’t have to get me anything!” My voice faded as I opened the box to find a necklace with a delicate Saturn pendant. “Oh! Wow. This is amazing! Elon, you shouldn’t have.”

“I saw it and thought you might like it.” He was so awkward the whole time, and I couldn’t figure out if he was nervous or if that was just who he was. I was hoping for both.

“I loved it!” Dani’s words echoed in my mind, and I just looked at him, closing the box and handing it back to him. “I can’t take this. It’s… I don’t want to give you the wrong impression of me.”

“What do you mean?” Elon looked at me, puzzled, as he noticed my hand. “What happened to your hand?”

“I… I punched my mirror in my foyer.” Before I could stop myself, I told him the truth; it felt too wrong to lie to him. I tried changing the subject, giving him the box. “I loved this, but I don’t want you to think I’m going out with you because you can buy me stuff or whatever.”

“Why did you do that? Why did you punch the mirror?” He took my hand and looked at it closely. “Does it hurt?”

“No, I was just mad yesterday. The mirror was the closest thing to me. It’s okay, I’m okay.” I sat down on the couch and looked at the box again. “You’re not taking this back, are you?”

“No.” Elon sat next to me and took my hand again, looking at the small cuts on it. “I want you to have it. Why were you mad? Did something happen?”

“I’m okay, I promise. Modeling can just be frustrating sometimes. It’s all good; my new mirror will be here by the end of the week.” I smiled and pulled my hand away, opening the box and picking up the necklace. “Will you help me?”

I put the box on the couch between us and handed him the necklace, turning around and pulling my braid to the side. Elon unclasped the necklace, put his arms over my head, and carefully hooked the necklace around my neck. I turned around, looked down at it, touched it, and smiled at him.

“It’s so beautiful. I loved it!” He smiled at me, pulling my hand again; his hand was warm and soft, and I squeezed it gently. “You didn’t have to give me anything; it’s very sweet of you. You are a sweet man, Elon Musk.”

“You shouldn’t have quit, you know? I hope you try going to university again because if that’s your dream, you should fight for it. This is just a reminder that you can do it. I believe in you.” He said, nodding shyly, while I stared at him with teary eyes.

“That is… the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” I just threw my arms around him and hugged him as tightly as I could. “Thank you.”

He hugged me back, and I was safe; safe from the world, from myself. I wished that hug never ended. It was true and gentle, and I wished we could just hide from the rest of the world. Everyone seemed to have an opinion about Elon, even people who claimed to be fans were shitting all over him, and I just wished I could take him away from all that and hide him in my pocket. I wouldn’t have guessed that this would come out of a one-night stand; I hadn’t gotten a text from most guys I slept with, but here’s this man telling me to follow my dreams and that he believes in me. I felt that he saw me as more than just the package I came in, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel as bad about myself. I pulled back and looked into his eyes with a playful smile.

“Shall we go?” I asked excitedly.

“Are you ready?” He had this adorable confused look on his face, and I just laughed and held onto the necklace.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready now.”

He opened the door for me and waited patiently as I looked behind us. As we walked into the elevator, the silence that settled between us became too loud, and keeping my “hot girl” posture started to feel too hard and… stupid. I looked up and breathed out, ready to try something I hadn’t in a long time: just being myself.

“I’m nervous,” I said, looking down at my feet, blushing like the fucking idiot I am.

“Hm? Why?” I wasn’t looking in his direction, but I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye.

“Because I… really like you, and I know we just met, and again, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or anything, but… You are really, hm… nice, and I don’t want to fuck things up.” I couldn’t look at him, and I don’t know why I said all that, other than the fact that it felt right, and I wanted him to know it.

“I’m glad you said that because I like you too.” He put his hand on my lower back and just pulled me closer to him, and I laid my head on his shoulder.

“We sound like dumb teenagers; I’ve been thinking about that. I haven’t felt this anxious about a date since… Well, my first date, I guess.” I laughed, sneaking a look up at him.

“It feels like it, doesn’t it?” Elon laughed, and I learned what my new favorite sound in the world was. “I actually kind of like it.”

“Me too.” I agreed as the elevator doors opened, and I followed him to the car. “So, where are you taking me?”

“Well, what would you like: sushi, Italian, Mediterranean? I made reservations at three different restaurants because I wasn’t sure what you liked.” His facial expressions were so fucking cute when he talked and walked me to the car, opening the door for me. “I guess I should have asked yesterday, but… I was nervous too.”

“Sushi sounds great,” I answered, getting in the car and watching him go around and get inside.

“So, tell me, how did you get interested in rocket science?” I felt like I had waited my whole life for that question, and I had so much to say, I talked the whole way to the restaurant.

That question was the start of a never-ending conversation we would have throughout our lunch (and unbeknownst to me, it would also be the main theme of extremely long text messages we would send each other all day and long phone calls at night). There was so much to talk about during that very first date; he had this beautiful, imaginative mind, backed by facts and ideas that felt so possible. I had so many questions about everything he did, I couldn’t help myself, and he seemed to enjoy explaining it all to me. We barely ate anything because we were so lost in that conversation; there simply wasn’t enough time.

It all went by too fast, even though it felt like time stood still when he looked at me. As hard as we tried, we simply couldn’t condense all we had to say in one sitting, and before I noticed, the waiter was bringing out the check. I felt I hadn’t even begun to answer that precious little question he had asked on the way there. It was too fast, it wasn’t enough, and I needed more time with him. I felt my heart tighten as he paid for lunch and led me outside the restaurant; I didn’t want to go back to my boring life, I wanted to talk to Elon forever. Is that so wrong?

“Oh…” I sighed sadly as the valet brought his car, and he opened the door for me.

“That’s not my favorite reaction to one of my cars.” Elon looked over at me with a playful smile.

“Oh no, the car is amazing,” I answered embarrassingly, feeling my cheeks burning red. “It’s not that; it just… it went by so fast, didn’t it?”

I stood in front of the opened door, trying to drag out every second I had with him, until I saw the familiar flashes of cameras. “I guess that’s going to be all over X later on…”

“Probably… Fuck!” He looked around, spotting some photographers in a car across the street, putting his hand over his face.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind being photographed; I just hope they got my best side.” I joked, posing dramatically, and he smiled at me.

I got in the car, and Elon gently closed the door behind me. For the few seconds I was in the car alone, as he walked around it to get in the driver’s seat, I felt anxious that they didn’t get my best side and I looked huge in the pictures. People would be sharing those; what if they said something along the lines of “Elon Musk and his fat new girlfriend”?

As Elon drove me back home, I started to feel sick. My stomach was turning up and down, and I felt I had to throw up, which usually happened when I ate anything. I rubbed my belly, holding back on pinching myself through my dress, but in my head, all I could hear was “fat cow. Fat cow. Fat cow.” I shouldn’t have eaten anything.

“Are you okay there?” Elon asked, peeking at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, I just think I ate too much. Got a little bit of motion sickness, that’s all.” It wasn’t a full-on lie, and I had never had motion sickness in my life.

“Do you want me to drive slower? I’m sorry.” As he said that, I felt the car slowing down, and I felt worse; I shouldn’t have lied to him.

“No, it’s okay. You’re fine. I just don’t eat a lot usually.” I fidgeted with my hands, dangerously close to the truth, but I just couldn’t tell him; what would he think of me if he knew I barely ate anything? I was so fucking weak and pathetic. He would find out, and this whole thing would be over in a heartbeat.

“When can I see you again? I’ve got a trip coming up this weekend. If you didn’t have to work, I’d invite you to come with me.” Elon smiled to himself. “We can meet when I get back on Monday night.”

“Won’t you be too tired?” I looked at him with that silly smile on his face, and I wanted to kiss him or hold him.

“No, I can sleep on the plane. Besides, I want to see you again as soon as possible.” He peeked at me again and placed his hand on my leg.

“Sunday it is, then. You can stay over at my place; I’m sure we can think of something fun to do.” I suggested, putting my hand over his.

“Do you want to come over to my place? It’s cool; my kids will be at their mother’s.” For a moment, he seemed lost in thoughts, maybe memories of a life he could have had with his ex. I wished he had been happy with his family, but before I could say anything, he snapped back into what he was saying previously. “We would have the place to ourselves.”

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Do you have a big bed and comfortable pillows?” That was a dumb question; what the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t. I couldn’t think straight with his hand on my thigh.

“Of course, but I don’t think we’d be sleeping much…” Almost immediately after saying that, he squeezed my thigh, and I bit my tongue.

“Probably not!” I smirked.

“I’ll give you a call when I land; I can come straight away.” He said, taking his hand off me, and I almost asked him not to.

When I saw my building, I wanted to tell Elon to just keep driving. I knew that as soon as he was gone, I’d be alone with my thoughts, and that was hell on earth. But I didn’t say anything; we were adults, we had responsibilities, and I hated that we weren’t dumb teenagers who could just run away. As he parked, I got a text from my agency telling me they were starting the Nike ad that afternoon, and I had to be in the studio in forty-five minutes. Real life has a way of sneaking up on you during these small moments of happiness.

“I would ask you to come up, but I need to get to the studio in forty-five minutes. They bumped my shoot from Friday to today. At least one of them. I’m sorry.” I looked down, grabbed my bag, and looked at him in the driver’s seat.

“No, it’s okay; I need to get to the office. They need me. I was shit yesterday; I couldn’t focus.” He pulled out his phone and started going through his emails quickly.

“Thinking of someone special?” That was a risky question, but I couldn’t help it. It was the right question because he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Yes. This girl I met. She’s amazing.” I blushed as he said that, looking at me and putting his arm behind my seat.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned closer to him.

“It’s a real shame we’re such busy people, isn’t it?” I whispered, looking at his lips.

“Real shame…” He answered and kissed me softly as he placed a hand on the side of my face and pulled me closer.

I just relaxed and let go of everything that cluttered my mind. Hugging Elon felt like home, but kissing him felt like heaven. As he pulled away, our eyes met, and I was frozen, hoping he would kiss me again if I stayed perfectly still, big doe eyes blinking in front of headlights.

“Maybe if we were fast?” He asked with such honesty and hope in his voice, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“How fast?” I smiled, thinking of all the things we could do if we only had time.

“Fast?” Elon suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s the fun in that?” I sat back in my seat, and he leaned in closer to me, being held back by the seatbelt.

“Not so fast then, but… fast enough.” I couldn’t fully read his face; all I knew was it was as if he was trying to crack a puzzle.

“Just a cup of coffee?” I said hopefully, knowing that probably wouldn’t happen, but I wanted to.

“Just a cup of coffee, yeah.” He agreed and leaned in to kiss me again.

“I want to, but… I can’t.” I frustratingly pulled away. “I have to go.”

“Okay, so how about I come in, and we just have a cup of coffee for real?” It almost sounded as if he was begging me, and my heart wanted me to say “to hell with it all” and bring him up, but I simply couldn’t lose that damn contract.

“Oh, I wish I could believe that.” I laughed, pushing him away and feeling like the worst person on the planet; how could I say no to those beautiful eyes looking at me? “Sunday?”

“Sunday.” He sighed, disappointed, and I felt even worse. “Call me, or text me when you can.”

“I will. Thank you for the wonderful gift, for lunch, and for listening to my rambles. It was magical.” He smiled at me, and I kissed him fast, catching him off guard. “Bye!”

I ran inside because if I looked back, I wouldn’t make it to the studio, and I knew that. The last time I saw Elon was a Wednesday; I had five days to fantasize about him until our next date. Five days of stressful work, five days of Dani being dumb, five days of watching other people talk about my life online. Five days felt like an eternity.

I ran into my apartment and changed my clothes. The silence seemed to reflect the emptiness inside of me. I felt swallowed by my anxious thoughts. I grabbed my phone and opened X; the pictures of us outside were already getting thousands of posts; people asking who I was, my follower count was going up like never before, and I got DMs from so many people I had never seen before. At least the photographers got my best side, and I looked tiny next to Elon.

I zoomed in on all the pictures, incapable of enjoying the memory of that date, and just focused on my body until I started to realize how big I looked in that stupid shirt. My stomach was turning like the back of a truck, and I couldn’t help but run to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning from side to side, trying to suck in my stomach as much as possible to appear thinner. Then I grabbed my toothbrush and knelt in front of the toilet. I had never done anything like that before, but when I lifted the lid, it came naturally to me. I threw up all my lunch, gagging and crying at how much someone had to hate their body to make themselves throw up in the bathroom after such a lovely time with someone they liked. I loved seeing me and Elon kissing, and I was secretly glad I had pictures of it, but I hated seeing myself in those too-natural pictures; my arms looked chubby, and my cheeks didn’t look right in any of the pictures. I knew he would see them too, and I was scared he’d realize how fat I was and never talk to me again.

The truth was, I knew I had a problem. Rationally speaking, I was underweight. I wasn’t stupid; I knew what an eating disorder was and what it could do to a person, but I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed it earlier. Eating disorders sneak up on you, but you tell yourself everything is under control: “when I hit my weight loss goal, I’ll be happy.” But I didn’t realize that my goal wasn’t an actual number on the scale, but a concept I had in my mind. An ideal that would be ever-changing, a sick nightmare that happened every waking hour of every day. I realized I would never stop; it would never be enough because I could lose all the weight I wanted, but I would still hate myself. I wanted to tell someone, I wanted to ask for help, but here’s another thing about eating disorders: they are quite rewarding because when you look at yourself in the mirror or at your weight on a scale and you realize you lost some of it, for a second, you feel good about yourself.

I got to the studio just in time, and they almost took off my clothes at the door. I felt so uncomfortable being naked in front of so many people I had never seen in my life, which wasn’t necessarily a “model feeling” since we were always changing in front of strangers, but I was always too much in my head, too self-conscious about my body and all these little flaws I made up in my mind to not be embarrassed about myself. Jordan, the photographer, also didn’t make me feel any better, staring at me up and down while barking orders to everyone, especially my MUA and hairstylist.

I went into automatic mode, not paying attention to anything happening, just letting them do what they wanted with me. I felt like a doll as they changed my clothes, my hair, my makeup, and all I wanted was to scream and hide behind someone bigger than me and ask for help. Jordan kept asking me to redo the pictures: pose differently, more attitude; something about my facial expressions didn’t seem to hit with his great vision. My stomach was killing me, and I was chewing on Tums like there was no tomorrow. No one ever tells you how much hunger hurts, and it occurred to me that while some are addicted to drinking or cutting themselves, starving was also a form of self-harm, but everyone in the industry praised it. Sometimes it felt that the world itself would only love you if you were skinny, and nothing would ever be accepted but skin and bones. Maybe it was just my head, playing sick tricks on me, keeping me locked in, away from what made me truly happy.

“Alright, let’s take a break and see if Miss Popular here can get her head in the game,” Jordan said, putting down the camera and taking a protein bar out of his pocket.

I sat down on the floor, checked my phone, and found a text from Elon. I had saved his number with a heart emoji next to it and smiled as each text from him popped up.

“How’s your day going?” - Elon ❤️

“Eh. Yours??”

“Same old.” - Elon ❤️

“What are you doing tonight?” - Elon ❤️

“Probably sleeping lol I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Really? Why?” - Elon ❤️

“Hm idk, I think it’s because of this whole Nike deal (and a date with a hot guy)”

“Really?” - Elon ❤️

“Oh yeah! He’s like, so hot and so sweet!”

“He gave me a beautiful necklace and took me out for lunch. I’ve got good vibes from him”

“Sounds like you like him…” - Elon ❤️

“I do. I can’t wait to see him again! I wish he wasn’t going away this weekend…”

“But it’s okay, I’ll see him on Sunday! I already have some ideas of things we could do, that I bet he’ll like.”

“What kinds of ideas??” - Elon ❤️

“Oh nothing much, just this amazing documentary that just came out, Wild Wild Space.”

“I’d love him to fuck me while it plays in the background.”

It took him a few minutes to text me back, and I panicked.

“Too much?”

“No!” - Elon ❤️

“I want you so bad!!” - Elon ❤️

“You’re so fucking amazing” - Elon ❤️

I looked at Elon’s texts as I felt goosebumps and decided to follow one of Dani’s pieces of advice. I excused myself from the set, sneaked into the bathroom, took a few pictures of myself in the matching Nike set I was wearing, and sent them to him, giggling, imagining he was surrounded by people while looking at my pictures. I might not be comfortable being naked in front of people, but I didn’t mind pictures or videos because I had control over how they would see me. I could pose just right to appear slimmer, and I knew how to look sexy. It was a no-brainer in my book.

“What do you think?”

“Fuck! You are such a tease!” - Elon ❤️

“I can’t wait to get my hands on you Sunday!!” - Elon ❤️

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?”

“You’ll see” - Elon ❤️

“Who’s the tease now?”

I heard a knock on the door and dropped my phone. The break was over; I slipped back into the robe they gave me and unlocked the door. Jordan was on the other side of the door, shooting daggers at me for taking too long in the bathroom. He looked me up and down, and I could almost hear his thoughts; he thought I wasn’t good enough, and that’s why he was giving me such a hard time all day. He wanted a different girl, but she was unavailable. I was just the understudy.

“Why were you taking so long? Do you think this is a fucking game? Just because now you have a rich boyfriend, you think we’re settled on you?” Jordan yelled. “You are just another model; there are hundreds of girls who can do what you do. You’re not special because you suck some billionaire’s dick, princess.”

I was appalled by the way he talked to me. I just felt my eyes watering; I was so embarrassed, and I felt so exposed standing in the middle of the set in nothing but underwear and a short robe. Everyone seemed to be looking at me; I even caught the hairdressers snickering and giggling quietly.

“I’m sorry—” I started, but felt too close to tears, and I couldn’t mess up my makeup.

“You should be. Especially about how tight this looks on you.” He moved his hands up and down, pointing at my body. “None of these pictures would work if we weren’t going through this size-inclusive moment. Didn’t anyone at the agency tell you you need to keep in good shape for this job?”

As I heard each word coming out of his mouth, I heard my mind laughing at me. I thought it was all in my head, but everyone could see it too. I felt so embarrassed to have signed that contract because when the pictures were out, everyone in the world would see me; everyone would see how big I was.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s fucking go!” Jordan yelled again, and I ran back to my place.

I sucked up my tears, trying to pose confidently, but I was in ruins. All I wanted to do was go home and lie in bed. I wanted to sleep forever, not die, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. I felt that if I could only do that, I would wake up, and everything would have just been a bad dream. How beautiful is it to imagine that a couple of hours of sleep would fix my broken heart and wash away all my problems?

“This is not working. The pictures are not coming out very well. Let’s just end it here today; we’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.” Jordan said with a sigh of frustration.

I changed back into my regular clothes and grabbed my bag, but my hands were shaking so much, and I felt so dizzy because of my empty stomach that I ended up dropping everything on the ground. I felt tears creeping in again and knelt on the floor to pick them up. I thought I was alone there, as the makeup artist, hairstylist, and all their assistants had left for the night. I just allowed myself to cry quietly before I saw a shadow standing over me. It was Jordan. He bent down in front of me, picked up a pair of my earrings and the Saturn necklace from the ground, and handed them to me.

“This is pretty. You have good taste,” he said in a half-whisper, and I just nodded, standing up. He touched my arm gently, turning me to face him. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said. It’s a lot of pressure on me too. I am as replaceable in this industry as you are. None of us here truly matter. We are not big names, like your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend…” I told him, reaching for my necklace, but he lifted it out of my reach.

“Just listen to me. I’m sorry, baby girl. You are beautiful.” I looked up at him, and he had a smirk on his lips. “All I’m saying is, maybe we can help each other?”

“What?” I suddenly felt his hand going up and down my arm, but I didn’t move; I wanted to get my necklace back.

“You know, you help me like you help Elon Musk, and I might be able to help you advance in your—” I snatched my necklace back and stepped away as Jordan leaned in closer to me.

“Go fuck yourself! What the hell is wrong with you?” I pushed him away from me, completely infuriated. “Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that?!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s calm down—” He lifted his hands as if I was threatening him.

“No. I’m not gonna fucking calm down, you piece of shit.” I shoved my necklace in my pocket, afraid he would try to take it from me again, but he just stepped in closer, leaving no room for me to escape but through him.

“Watch it! I can have them bring someone else here if you are uncooperative!” Jordan put his hand under my chin and forced my head up.

“Oh yeah? And I can tell everyone you’re harassing me. I mean, everyone saw the way you talked to me today, and now what? You’re trying to do what here?” I looked him straight in the eyes; I was scared, but I gathered all the courage I could. “Fuck you.”

“You’re out.” He pushed me back, and I fell against the table behind me.

“Good. You’ll hear from my lawyer.” I stood up, grabbed my stuff, and marched out of the studio barefoot.

It wasn’t until I got to my car that I realized what I had done. I lost it. I lost my biggest contract. What was I thinking? Well, I couldn’t let him do that shit. I’ve done that before; I had done regrettable things to get to where I did, and everything seemed to come back to me: flashes of all the men I let crawl inside my body for what? A damn picture. I knew that my agency was going to drop me when they heard; no one cared about what he had done, and it would take time to settle the lawsuit, so I would be in this limbo. If I won that lawsuit, I would probably be rehired, but god knows if that was ever going to happen. How long could I live off my savings? Would I have to sell my car? Would I have to move? What if Elon found out and thought I made an advance on Jordan? I called my lawyer from the car in between sobs; I tried to explain what had happened. He told me what I already knew.

“You did good, Sam. I’ve got your back. Let me see what I can do; I’ll get back to you.” Then he hung up the phone, and I was left alone, haunted by the past I had built.

I called Dani; I needed to talk to someone who knew what I was going through.

“I fucked up, Dan. I am so screwed. I lost the Nike deal. Fucking Jordan came onto me. I told him to fuck off. Dani, I am so fucked.” She listened to me and tried to calm me down, but it was no use.

“You know, you could call—” Dani started to suggest something I knew she was gonna say.

“Shut the fuck up! I am not doing that…” I exhaled angrily; she could never do shit on her own, she always had to drag some guy into it, but I am not Dani. “I need a drink… Wanna go somewhere tonight?”

“Hell yeah.”

I drove home and took a shower. I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror; my ribs were clearly visible, my chest and collarbone very bony, and for the first time, I thought I might just look sick. I couldn’t stop myself from crying; with a freshly clean face, my dark circles were hanging low, and I saw clumps of my hair on the bathroom walls. I had never noticed before, since the lights were usually out, and I had pretty long, full extensions. I knew the hair didn’t come from the fucking extensions; I was losing hair because my body was sick. I hated myself, I hated what I had become, and I hated the constant fucking pain in my stomach. I weighed myself, just to realize I had dropped another ten pounds, and I couldn’t explain the satisfaction that came from those numbers on my scale; I was killing myself and loving it.

I threw something on, washed my face, and hid all the sadness under a thicker-than-usual layer of makeup. The rest of the night was a blur. I don’t know what the fuck I did, where I went with Dani, I don’t know what I was drinking; all I remember was the little white pills Dani handed me when we got to the club.

I woke up in my car the next morning. I had made it home, parked across three spots, and scratched the shit out of the front of my car. I had never done anything like that in my life, but I was fucking depressed. I dragged my sorry ass to my elevator, broken heels in hand; my head was thumping like the beats from the club. As I walked into my apartment, I just went straight to bed and grabbed my phone. I had so many calls and messages; my agency was pissed, no surprise there, my lawyer had called at least five times and texted me that everything was going to be alright, and Elon had called me a few times, texted me so much, but I couldn’t bear to unlock my phone and face what had happened. I took some Ibuprofen and just went back to sleep.

When I woke up later that night, dizzy and confused, I grabbed my phone to check the time and realized I had missed twenty-four hours; I had slept for a whole day, and the notifications on my phone were insane. I couldn’t scroll down: calls, texts, emails, but the one that caught my eye was an email from Nike.

“Dear Ms. Thomas, we were informed of your situation with the photographer Jordan Carter, and we are contacting you to apologize for his unacceptable behavior. We here at Nike value the work of models such as yourself and would like to invite you back to our campaign. We have contacted Diamond Agency and requested you to be our main model in the advertising for sports bras, swimwear, and winter jackets. Mr. Carter has since been removed from our list of photographers. We apologize again. - Katia Muller, Human Resources, Nike.”

“Holy shit!” I said out loud.

“Oh, you’re up!” Dani said from the living room, and I screamed, not knowing anyone was in there. She sat on my bed and handed me a glass of water she was drinking. “I did something for you because you wouldn’t do it for yourself.”

“Dani, what the fuck did you do? I just got an email from Nike saying Jordan is out, and I’m getting more work with them. How did you do this? Whose dick did you have to suck?” I laughed, throwing myself back in bed excitedly.

“I didn’t. You did.” She smirked, and I sat back up, horrified.

“What? I don’t remember doing anything! Whose dick did I suck?” I asked, panicking.

“Well, you didn’t do anything while you were high off your ass the other night, if that’s what you want to know. But you did suck some important dick before… I just had to pull some strings for you.” She smiled proudly, and my heart dropped.

“What did you do, Danielle?” I felt a knot in my stomach.

“I talked to Elon,” Dani answered slowly.

“YOU DID WHAT?” I asked, dropping the glass of water all over my comforter and pillows.

“Well, you needed help. He fucking helped.” She shrugged.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? I TOLD YOU I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THAT! I SAID SPECIFICALLY—” I jumped out of bed, putting my hands on my face.

“Stop losing your shit. I didn’t tell him you were blackout drunk. He called, I answered the phone, and told him you were… unavailable.” She giggled, and I felt like crying (or killing her).

“Oh my god, Dani… Why… Why are you like this? Why did you do that? Why…” I sat against my bed with my head hanging low.

“Because I love you and know how much you care about your career. If I knew you’d be such a bitch about it, I would have let him call you another ten times.” I didn’t have to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes at me.

“He called me ten times?” I peeked from the side of the bed, and she smiled.

“Maybe more? I didn’t go through your shit, but he texted you a lot while you were out. Then he started to call; I just answered.” She smiled, knowing she had my attention.

“What did he say? What did you say to him?” I crawled onto the bed, close enough to her to feel her breath, and she backed away.

“Nothing. He was just worried. Someone filmed you losing your shit at the club; everyone saw it. He just wanted to make sure you were okay. And I told him you had a hard day because that asshole came onto you. He was not happy about it… He hung up, and like, thirty minutes later, the agency called you. I don’t know what happened from there on. But I’m so happy you’re back on! Even if you were only out of the agency for, maybe a few hours? Well, not officially gone, but—”

“Dani, you shouldn’t have done that. I-I could have handled it.” I sighed as Dani walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen.

My lawyer had also emailed me and said everything had been handled, the same thing I had just read in the Nike email. My agency had texted me, apologizing for Jordan and promising that as soon as my ads were out, I would be moved to a higher list and given better contracts. The videos they made of me in the club weren’t all that bad; I wasn’t dancing on tables or freaking out, I was taking shots and dancing with Dani. Why does she have to be so dramatic? Finally, I decided to open Elon’s texts; I was terrified, and even though the videos weren’t so bad, I still thought he would think less of me because I got hammered at the club. After all, I couldn’t keep my life on track.

“Hey! I’m just heading back to my room, can I call you?” - Elon ❤️

“Are you busy?” - Elon ❤️

“Seems like you’re having a good time…” - Elon ❤️

“Look, I don’t know who I just talked to on your phone, but she told me what happened. What the fuck? I’m sorry. Are you okay?” - Elon ❤️

“Handled.” - Elon ❤️

And it had been handled. I just didn’t know what to say to him now, but I felt I should call him back (he had called me twice before saying Dani talked to him, then called me another five times after). I closed my bedroom door and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and sitting on the floor with my phone.

“Hey!” He picked up on the first ring and answered worriedly. “Are you okay?”

“Hi… I’m alright. Been better, that’s for sure.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Did they not give you your job back?” He suddenly sounded really upset.

“They did. I got invited to do more now.” I laughed at how ironic the whole thing was.

“That’s good. I called my lawyers and—”

“Look, I’m sorry for Dani. She’s impulsive and thought she was helping me; I told her not to get you involved, but she doesn’t fucking listen to anything. I didn’t want to get you into this.” I interrupted him, already overthinking what I thought he was thinking.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad I could help.”

“You’re too sweet, but I said I didn’t want—”

“Help?”

“No. I mean, yes, I needed help. But I don’t want you to think that I’m that kind of person.”

“The kind of person who needs help?” I know he didn’t mean to, but that question hit me hard; I had been doing everything on my own for so long that I became the person who couldn’t accept help, especially from a guy I was trying to impress.

“That’s not what I mean. I… I don’t want you to think I’m using you. I like you, and I know people in the past have… I just don’t want to fuck this up.” As I kept talking, I started to cry, and I didn’t care if he noticed or not.

“Look, I don’t think you’re trying to use me. That never even crossed my mind.”

“Well, but people have done that to you in the past. I don’t want to do that.”

“Then don’t. Everything is okay, baby. Just stop crying; I can’t… I can’t do anything about that here. Do you want ice cream? You like mint chocolate, right? That’s what you were having the other day. I could have that delivered to your place right now. Just give me a second.”

I didn’t know what to say; I couldn’t stop myself from crying, and I couldn’t tell him not to buy me ice cream because I was terrified I’d gain weight.

“I’m so sorry…” That was all I could say, over and over on the phone.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ll see if I can finish everything here faster; maybe I’ll be home on Sunday, or earlier on Monday. Are you alone?” Elon sounded so genuinely worried, I felt so bad.

“No, Dani is here, driving me crazy.” I laughed and dried my tears with toilet paper. “I’m sorry…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. That guy is an asshole. I’m glad he didn’t pull that shit in front of me; I’d kick his ass!”

I didn’t say anything, just tried to breathe, feeling some silent tears roll down my face, but I wasn’t sad. I was just so happy he cared about me.

“Thank you. For having my back.” I said slowly, wishing he was there with me in that dark bathroom.

“Don’t mention it. I care about you. I just… I just want you to be okay.” Elon still sounded worried sick about me.

“I’m okay, thanks to you.”

“Good. Look, I’ve gotta go; I was in the middle of something here, but I had to take your call. I’ll call you when I’m done. Ice cream is on the way, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

“I’m gonna try to speed things up here; I need to see you, but if I take too long to answer, it’s just work. If you need anything, just text me. Or call me if it’s an emergency.”

“Okay, thank you, Elon.”

“I got your back, baby. Take care.”

“You too…”

“Bye.”

I unlocked the bathroom door, and Dani almost fell in. I sighed and looked at her.

“He called me ‘baby.’”

[hissiratelon]

The Colors of Mars

The Skinny Trees of California

Grok's Synopsis: The Skinny Trees of California is a raw, emotional fanfic diving into a model’s battle with eating disorders and industry pressures, chasing dreams and love. Gritty, hopeful, and real. | Word count: 17K+ | Status: Incomplete | Multi-chapter | +18 | NSFW | Explicit Sexual Content |All works ©, no reposting.

Chapter One

I looked at myself in the mirror and hated what I saw. I picked at my legs and the flab under my arms; I just wanted to lose weight. I had to. I had landed the biggest job since I started my career: a deal with Nike to advertise a new line of sports bras they were launching in the summer. I wanted to drop a few pounds before the photo shoots the following month, but I couldn’t. Losing weight is so difficult, even when you’ve been dieting your whole life.

As I watched myself carefully in the mirror, my phone started to vibrate on the sink. It was a text from my best friend, Dani, inviting me to go to a club with her tonight. I glanced at the mirror one more time, shooting daggers at myself before texting her back that I’d be there. I needed to get fucked up drunk.

The day went by fast, yet extremely uneventful. I went to the studio and recorded a commercial; I was a background girl in some deodorant commercial for Dove, one of those that says women of all sizes are beautiful, or that beauty comes in many sizes. That shit drove me crazy, not because I couldn’t see that there was nothing wrong with being plus-size, but because it wasn’t right for me. Besides, I bet I was barely visible in the back where they placed me. I needed to nail that Nike shoot; I needed to be perfect.

By nighttime, I had chosen a short black dress that hugged my body just right so that my imperfections were hidden. I drew a cat-eye liner in glittery silver on my eyes and applied a salmon-peachy lip gloss. To finish my look, I added a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and small spaceship earrings. I wondered when was the last time I sat down to watch a documentary about space or read about what was being done out there so humanity could reach the stars. I hadn’t thought about much since I dropped out of college and started modeling professionally.

When I was younger, I dreamed about going to Mars, creating a sustainable and less expensive way to get there, cleaning the Earth’s atmosphere of so many satellites. I had told myself I’d get back to it when I hit twenty-five because I thought my career would be over by now, but I had just turned twenty-six, and I kept my baby face, kept getting booked, making enough money to keep myself and my expensive tastes afloat. I made a mental note that I would start reading about it again; I had no idea what was going on anymore.

“Hey there, you skinny-ass bitch! If you lose any more, there’ll be nothing left of you for Nike!” Dani said and slapped my ass as I walked up to her in the parking lot after locking my car. “You’re looking fire, girl! Ready to take over Nike?”

“So ready!” I lied with a smile dangling from my lips and hugged her. “How are you, though? How’s being married to the greatest quarterback in the league?”

“You know, we haven’t had much time to talk…” She said, lowering her head sadly, then looking up at me and smiling, finishing up: “Because of all the fucking! I swear to you, I’m gonna be pregnant before spring ends!”

“That’s right, bitch! You get that dick!” I said, pulling out a shot-sized Fireball bottle from my bag and taking a sip, then offering it to Dani.

“Yeah! I’m getting that dick!” We laughed as we walked toward the front of the club.

The line was so long, it was almost turning the corner of the block, but Dani and I were VIP; pretty girls don’t wait in lines. We walked past the line, winked at the bouncer, and we were in. That’s how my life had turned since I started hanging out with Dani; we met through our agency. Dani had started out just like me and made it big after her Target shoots. She taught me everything I knew about staying in the perfect shape for the agency. Maybe we weren’t that healthy, but we were VIP. She had started dating this random football player last month, and I joked he just wanted a hot girl to show off, and she said that was fine as long as he got her pregnant so she could quit the agency and become a full-time Instagram influencer.

The club was packed; people crowded around the bar and jumped on the dance floor to some generic electronic beat, but the inside decoration of the bar was amazing. The ceiling looked like an open galaxy, with shades of green and pink, lights twinkling like stars. Dani said they did different decorations every night, and it was always breathtaking.

“You should have seen ocean night. They had all the fish hanging from the ceiling, and this blue light had some waves. I don’t know,” she laughed as we approached the VIP section of the club, “but it was beautiful!”

The security guard lifted the partition, and we walked in, going over to a table and ordering our drinks. Something about the club and what I was thinking earlier lingered around me, and I felt so out of place. I was used to that feeling during these kinds of social gatherings. Every time I went out, I wished I hadn’t, and on that night, I started wondering about my life a lot.

Dani hit the floor like it was her birthday; I ordered more drinks: two beers, a couple of shots of whiskey. Sometime after two, I couldn’t count anymore. My head was spinning like a merry-go-round, the air was stuffy and smelled like weed, but I danced with Dani in the dim space lights of the club. We were laughing, back to back, drunk and flirting with all the guys around us. Their faces are a blur to me now; I could have had any of them if I wanted to.

I spotted this one guy sitting at the bar. He was tall, dark-haired, older than the rest of us. He was sitting alone, drinking something and looking at his phone. He had been there since we got there, and I overlooked him. He seemed out of place too and didn’t have the energy to pretend he fit in with the rest of us. I wished I was as brave as him. All the thoughts started to come back to my mind: I shouldn’t have left college; I would be able to pay it off if I had stayed on my own path and never started the modeling career… Then, when I looked at the spot where he was sitting, he was gone.

“I need to have a smoke. I’ll be right back!” I tried yelling over the music to Dani, and she just nodded and started dancing with a guy, winking at me. I shook my head.

As I walked outside, I quickly noticed that the night was cooler than before and shivered as the wind ran through my bare legs. I lit my cigarette on the club’s balcony and walked to the edge, thinking about trying to stick my head out and see if the line was still as long as it was when I got there, but then I saw him again. He wasn’t smoking, just drinking outside and still glued to his phone. I smiled, threw my cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and went up to him.

“What’s so interesting on that phone?” I asked as I sat at his table and crossed my legs.

“Hm?” He looked up at me; he had these crystal-clear blue eyes that penetrated my very soul. I was gonna fuck that guy tonight. “I’m sorry?”

“I saw you at the bar earlier. You didn’t dance inside, you’re not smoking out here. You’re on your phone. Whatever it is, you must be dying to get out of here and check it out.”

“No, it’s just work.” He checked his phone one more time before taking a sip from his drink.

“Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?” Suddenly, I noticed his face was quite familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“I don’t know. Do you? Have we met before, or have you heard of me?” His voice sounded so genuine but not very interested in the conversation I had started.

“Heard of you? Who are you? Some sort of—” That’s when it hit me, and I sat up in my chair and took a second good look at him. “You’re that Amazon guy, aren’t you? The one who bought a rocket or something?”

“Amazon guy?” He laughed, and it finally seemed I got him interested in the conversation since he locked his phone and set it on the table with the screen down.

“Yeah, you own Amazon! Richest guy on the planet or something. Where’s my package? I’ve been waiting for a week!” I joked and touched his arm with a flirty smile.

“That’s Jeff Bezos. I’m not Jeff Bezos.” He chuckled and looked down at my hand on his arm, drawing small circles. “Is that what you’d do if I was?”

“Do what?”

“What you’re doing right now. Into rich guys much?” He pulled his arm away and took a sip from his drink.

“No! What kind of girl do you think I am?” I pulled back my hand, crossed my arms, and sat back in my chair. “You just seemed out of place here; I wanted to know… I wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, I’m not Amazon guy. Sucks about your package, though.” He reached for his phone, but before he unlocked the screen, he took a look at me and noticed him looking at my legs. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I am. It got chilly…” I answered, spinning the chair away from the table, taking the hint he might not be interested in me. Fuck him, I’d just fuck some guy inside.

“Wait.” He stopped me, reaching for my arm but pulling back before he touched me. “You really don’t know who I am?”

“No? Should I? Are you some sort of celebrity?” I asked, starting to think I knew why he was sitting alone.

“No, no… Some people do; I have a big company.”

“Oh, okay. I’m not into companies. I mean, I don’t know much about any of them, but Apple.” I shrugged and gave him a friendly look. “It was nice meeting you…”

“Elon. My name is Elon.” He nodded.

“That’s an unusual name. My name is Sam. See you around, Elon.” I took half a step away, but he called me out again. Bingo!

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I sat back down, and Elon signaled a waiter.

“What do you want?” He asked as the waiter stood in front of us, staring at him up and down.

“Just gin.” I watched her as she opened her mouth to say something to Elon but stopped herself and left after she heard me. “So, what kind of company do you have?”

“Well, I make cars… and rockets; that’s what people usually know me for. Have you heard of Tesla?”

“Yeah, everyone has. I have a Tesla; it’s light blue. Customized. Quite pricey.” I answered, curious about what he was going to say next.

“Well, I own it.” He shrugged and leaned back in the chair.

“Wow, that seems important. Well, I’ve got no complaints about my car.” I rolled my eyes as I spotted the waiter coming with my drink.

“Here you go, Mr. Musk. I mean—sorry.” The waiter placed my drink in front of Elon and ran off nervously.

“Mr. Musk, hm? Either you come here way too often, or you’re kind of a big deal.” I reached for my drink, peeking at the playful look in his eyes.

“I guess both of them are true, but I came with my wife—I mean, my ex-wife…” He acted like he was just brushing it off, but he didn’t seem very happy about it.

“Your ex-wife? I don’t know many people who go clubbing with their ex-wives…” I took a sip of my drink, feeling it burn down my throat.

“Yeah, it’s… complicated.” Elon looked to his side and grabbed his phone but put it back down. “We were married for a few years; that didn’t work. We’re divorced, but we have a little boy together.”

“And you fuck occasionally,” I said bluntly, and he looked at me, surprised. I just laughed. “You don’t keep exes around just because of co-parenting. But it’s none of my business unless she’s the jealous type.”

“Oh! Why is that?” He tilted his head with a sly smirk on his lips.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” I grabbed my glass and lit another cigarette.

“She’s not the jealous type. She’s actually really into having an open relationship…” He sounded really sad all of a sudden, and I felt bad for prying so much into his personal life.

“So, you mentioned something about rockets. Was that a joke?” I changed the subject, waving the smoke away.

“No, I own SpaceX, but I guess you didn’t know that either,” he said sarcastically.

“I didn’t know you owned it, but I’ve heard of it. I was studying to be an engineer because I didn’t get a scholarship for rocket science.” I stared at him as he laughed.

“Really?” Elon didn’t seem to believe it, but I couldn’t blame him; I didn’t look like someone who went to college.

“Yes, MIT, partial scholarship, but I quit my third year.” I took a deep breath as the words came out of my mouth bitterly.

“Wow, why did you quit?” Elon shifted in his chair with a puzzled look on his face.

“I started modeling. At first, it was just a side gig; I needed some extra money to pay for tuition, and… I had to quit. I tell myself I quit to focus on modeling, but the truth is: I couldn’t afford it, and I blame myself for it. The modeling gig took off; I walked in Fashion Week in Paris. I figured I should focus on what was working instead of struggling to do both.” I shrugged it off, but in reality, that was the first time I talked about it, and it hurt like a bitch. I watched him watching me carefully, as if he was trying to read me. Quickly, I shifted my stance, trying to hide my vulnerability and assume the femme fatale pose again. “I guess we’re both in awkward places in life.”

“Yeah…” He agreed, taking a sip from his drink and looking around as if he was looking for someone but couldn’t find them in the crowd of people in the club.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” I asked, leaning in on the table with my drink in hand, starting to feel all the drinks I’d had catching up with me.

Elon looked me up and down, considering my proposition as a smirk formed on his lips, and he chugged his drink down, standing up.

“Alright, let’s go.” He set his cup down and reached out to take my hand, but as I stood up, stumbling on my heels, I grabbed his arm and leaned against him.

“I’m glad for that autopilot tonight…” I joked as I held his arm tightly.

We walked back into the club, and I waved at Dani on the dance floor. When she saw me and Elon, her eyes widened, and she started to walk toward us, shoving anyone in her path. She was drunker than I was, almost tripping on her shoes and falling at my feet. I helped her up as some other girls from our agency gathered around to help her. It didn’t take long for all of them to stare at me, then Elon, immediately starting to flirt with him. Dani pulled me aside, and I looked back at Elon being surrounded by the girls who asked him questions and hit on him. What a bunch of backstabbers.

“Girl, that’s Elon fucking Musk! He’s the richest guy in the world! Where the hell did you find him? Are you going home with him? Holy fuck, girl! Get pregnant and go back to college!” Dani slurred her words as she grabbed my shoulders and jumped up and down.

“Shut up,” I laughed, pulling her away from me and watching her almost fall backward. “Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, the girls will get me home. You gotta tell me everything later! I need to know if he has a big dick!” She laughed, biting her lips at Elon, who uncomfortably watched us from a distance as the girls rubbed themselves against him.

“I will. You be safe out here!” I hugged her and walked back to Elon, who walked away from the girls and offered me his arm to hold onto.

I gave the girls a sarcastic smile as we left the club together, and they looked at me with disdain. I saw him first! I didn’t even know he was all that shit; I just wanted to fuck him because I thought he was cute, and after we talked, I figured he was also quite interesting. We walked aimlessly in the parking lot as I tried to remember where I parked. I pulled my keys from inside my bra and started to press the alarm to lock and unlock the car until I found it beeping in the opposite direction we were going. As I reached to open the driver’s side door, Elon held it shut.

“I think it would be best if I drove, hm?” He laughed as I shook my head from side to side, trying to wake myself up.

“It would be best.” I handed him the keys, and he walked me to the passenger side, opening the door and helping me in. “What a gentleman!”

He just smiled and closed the door. I watched him go around the car and get in before turning to me.

“Where to, miss?” He asked, looking at me; he had one hand on the steering wheel, his legs slightly apart, and his head a little down.

I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hand behind his head and pulled him in fast for a kiss. His lips tasted like whiskey; I felt his hand on my upper thigh and moaned lowly as I touched his chest.

“Wherever you’d like to take me, daddy.” I winked and brushed my fingers against his lap “accidentally.”

He breathed out and started the car, laughing as the radio started playing Taylor Swift loudly. I smiled and shrugged, telling him she was my favorite singer. I watched him drive through the dark streets, so focused and so hot. I wanted to fuck him, and I was going to. There was something magnetic about him; he didn’t seem like much, just some guy I met at the bar, but I wanted him bad. He parked in front of my apartment building; turns out all he did was set the car’s GPS to my place. He parked the car and stared at me as I tried to figure out how we got there, but not really caring about it that much. He got out of the car and opened my door for me, offering his hand to help me stand. I pulled myself up and pushed him against the car, getting my hands on his chest and stomach under his jacket and kissing him again, this time pressing my whole body against him and rubbing his bulge.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” He joked as I looked up to meet his blue eyes and saw a smile on his face.

“I just want you to fuck me. Is that bad?” I tried to look at him as innocently as possible, and he pulled me closer by holding onto my waist.

“Not at all… But did you really not know who I was, or are you trying to trick me?”

“I had no idea who you were until my friend told me I should let you get me pregnant or something. That drunk bitch,” I laughed and pulled away from him, walking toward the elevator.

“We certainly don’t want that from tonight.” I felt his body pressing against mine from behind as he pulled me closer. I felt his hands on my stomach, and a shiver went down my spine as I remembered all the pretty girls at the club; they were so fucking skinny, and I felt like a fat cow. I could barely focus on his lips against my neck and his breathing in my ear.

“No, not tonight.” I answered as the elevator doors opened, and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and felt a bit anxious about being naked in front of him.

I pulled him by the collar of his shirt into the elevator, pressing him against the wall as I pressed the button to go up. I turned around and smiled at him, walking my fingers from his chest to the side of his neck, getting close enough to kiss him but just standing there, waiting for him to make a move. I could feel his chest go up and down rapidly and his heartbeat against my hand.

“Your heart is beating so fast. Is it because of me?” I whispered in his ear, rubbing myself against him as his hands rested on my lower back, sliding down to my ass over the tight black dress. “Do I make your heart race, Elon Musk?”

“You do.” He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard as the elevator beeped.

“This is us.” I took his hand and walked him toward my door. He unlocked the door with my keys and cracked it open.

I pulled him hard by the collar of his shirt and started to kiss him furiously, pushing the door behind me. He closed the door behind him as I took off his jacket and dropped it on the floor without breaking our kiss. His hands were all over me. Elon unzipped my dress as I tried to unbuckle his belt, but I was way too drunk to get it right. He shot me a look, trying to analyze how drunk I actually was, but before he could come up with an answer, I slid my dress down, exposing my bare chest. Once again, I felt nervous about my body and decided not to take off my dress fully. I led him to my chaise and pushed him down. He lost his balance for a second, and I chuckled and took off his shirt. As I ran my nails down his chest, I sat on his lap, kissing him eagerly. I bit down on his earlobe, and he moaned, grabbing my ass and lifting my dress to grab it.

I humped his bulge, and he dug his fingers into my waist; he was already getting hard, and I was wet. I kissed his neck and sucked on his collarbone, then his chest and stomach, leaving a trail of hickeys on his pale skin. I took a look at his belt and finally managed to unbuckle it, opening his zipper slowly. He lifted his hips as I pulled down his pants and boxers to get to his hard cock. It was big; Dani would be surprised! I licked the head of his dick teasingly with the tip of my tongue. Elon just grabbed a chunk of my hair, and I opened my mouth, taking him all in. He bobbed my head up and down; I looked up at him as he pushed my head down, getting his whole cock in the back of my throat, only stopping when I gagged too much. I tasted a little bit of him and pulled away, sitting on his lap again. Elon pushed my panties to the side, sliding two fingers inside me, making me moan in his ear.

“I want to feel you inside me!” I whispered in his ear and pulled his fingers out, shoving them in my mouth. I sucked on them, looking up at him, tasting myself.

“Good girl.” He said with a smile, using his free hand to hold his dick and place it at my entrance.

I lowered myself and felt his cock stretching me; he was so thick, I felt every inch of him inside me. He grabbed onto my waist and thrust inside me, making me scream as I pushed myself up to get him all the way in as deeply as possible. I slowly rode his cock with my hands pressed against his chest until he pulled me down, getting one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it and biting gently on it. My moans turned to screams when he grabbed onto my waist again and rapidly thrust into me.

“Fuuuuuuck! You feel so good! Your cock is… so good!” I screamed as he thrust harder into me.

“You’re so fucking hot!” He sat up and slapped my ass hard, and I yelped loudly.

“Hmm… Do it again!” I asked, looking into his eyes and biting my lips.

Elon smiled and slapped my ass again, this time harder, and I screamed. He pulled out and threw me on the couch, spreading my legs and thrusting inside me again as he lay on top of me, thrusting slowly, then almost pulling out before thrusting hard inside me again. Every hard thrust made me scream and dig my fingernails into his back harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew that, but he wasn’t done with me yet. He edged me for what seemed like hours while I begged him to fuck me faster.

“I want to cum for you, daddy! Fuck me hard! I want to cum for you!”

“Yeah? You’re a good little bitch, aren’t you? You’re gonna cum on my cock?” He asked in a low, husky whisper in my ear, and I tried to pull him closer to kiss me, but he shoved my arm off and held it down, thrusting hard into me as I screamed, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Yes! I’m your good little whore, Elon! I wanna cum for you! Please, make me cum hard for you!”

“Yeah, you’re mine now. I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you’re gonna forget your fucking name!” He slowly started to pick up his pace, and I bit my lip to stop my moans, looking into his eyes.

“I’m all yours…” I said, and he pulled out, turning me around and bending me over the armrest of the chaise, then shoving his whole dick into me from behind.

Elon pushed my hair back, forcing my back to arch as he thrust hard and fast, making me cum as I screamed his name. He kept fucking me hard until his breathing turned shallow, and he pulled out to cum on my back. I felt his cum warm against my lower back and ass cheeks, and I collapsed on the couch when he let go of my hair. Elon lay on the chaise, dripping in sweat, catching his breath. I could barely move, feeling static all over my body. He looked over at me, lying on my stomach, and slapped my ass again, and I squealed. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was smiling. He reached for the tissue box on the table behind the couch and wiped his cum off my body.

“So… Do you wanna take a shower?” I asked, out of breath, looking back at him.

“Yeah…” He answered, still out of breath, and I smiled, crawling next to him and giving him a kiss. “That was good. You’re amazing!”

“I know.” I shrugged and laughed as he kicked off his pants and took off his socks.

I led him to my bathroom and grabbed him a towel, looking at my half-naked self in the mirror. My stomach seemed huge under the crumpled dress; I was too embarrassed about myself to join him in the shower, and I felt terrible about it. I told him I had to check on Dani, make sure she made it home alright, but in reality, I just sat on the couch scrolling through Instagram. All those beautiful girls, perfect bodies, perfect clothes. I wondered when my body became an issue, when I started to hate myself so much I couldn’t shower with someone who just fucked me. Of course, the answer was when I joined the agency and started to book bigger jobs; they told me I had to lose weight. In hindsight, I knew I was alright back then, but even after losing so much weight, I still felt awful about myself.

“I missed you in there,” Elon said as he walked into the living room naked, drying his hair with the towel.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, but you know, girls gotta keep an eye out for each other. I’ll just jump in real quick.” I smiled and smelled my body wash on his skin as I tiptoed to kiss him. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” His tone was almost surprised, and it made me smile at him.

“I would like that, yeah.” I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a gentle, slow kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

I closed the bathroom door behind me and turned off the lights before stepping into the shower. With the loud sound of the running water, Elon couldn’t hear me cry in frustration over my own weakness and embarrassment about my body. He didn’t seem to have a problem with it, but I hated myself more than words could describe. I just wanted to be beautiful.

I walked out and spotted him on my bed, checking his phone. I grabbed a silk nightgown I got from a Victoria’s Secret shoot and crawled onto the bed next to him. He watched with a friendly smile and hugged me close to him, helping me get under the covers. I laid my head against his chest and fell asleep to the gentle, wave-like movements of his breathing.

When I woke up the next morning, my head pounding like a construction site, he was gone, and I was cuddling a pillow. I was sad; I wanted to get to know him better. That’s when it hit me: I had just fucked the CEO of SpaceX! And I didn’t even talk to him about it. I should have. All I wanted was to talk about space with someone who actually cared about space travel and rockets, but I chose to fuck him instead of picking his brain about something I could only dream of. Damn me and all those fucking drinks.

I dragged myself out of bed and walked toward my kitchen for a protein shake. I checked my phone and found six missed calls from Dani, eighty-two drunk texts from her asking me how it was last night, and a few links with pictures of me and Elon leaving the bar. What the fuck was that? Before I could fully comprehend what was going on, I heard a knock on my door. I grabbed my winter jacket that was hanging by the door and sleepily opened it.

A delivery boy stood in front of me, holding a single red rose and a card. I signed for it and closed the door, opening the card to read.

Call me so we can talk about space! xx - Elon