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propertyofelonmusk · 2 years

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Fanfiction draft

No judging my grammar, just wrote this, and wanted to share with my thirsty Elon hoes friends 😊

Pls let me know what you think:

He took me to his apartment, I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew what was about to happen, but I was so anxious. He was a huge man, gorgeous; I couldn’t say anything I wanted him to do to me to his face, but I knew he wanted me, and I felt my body burning for his touch.

I unzipped my dress on the side, let it fall to the floor, before he was in even in the room; Elon had asked me to wait while he took a phone call in the other room.

When he walked in, he saw me naked in my black heels, with the unmistakable look on my face; I wanted him all over me desperately. Still, he was too much of a gentlemen to take me and fuck me right there.

Elon walked towards me slowly, gently pal off his hands on my hips, scanning my naked body slowly, licking his lips as if I was the most delicious chocolate cake he had ever seen. He kissed me slowly, pulling my body close to his, annihilating any single space between up.

I felt his heart beating fast as his hands explored my body, and he lightly squeezed my ass before pulling my legs around his waist. He carried me to the bed and carefully laid me on top of the comforters, before taking of his shirt and kneeling.

Elon spread my legs and kisses my

Inner tight, making his way to my dripping wet pussy. He started to lick my clit with the tip of his tongue, and before I need his lips were all over me. He gently and carefully nibbled on my labia, pulling it gently with his lips. I felt his fingers teasing my entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet! I didn’t know you wanted me this bad, if I had know I wouldn’t have made you wait so long”

In a matter of seconds after saying that, his started to suck on my clit, licking all of my juices, finger me slowly, hitting my g spot and making me moan his name out loud.

Before I was able to cum, he pulled back and leaned on top of me, kissing me and making me taste myself to.

He pulled out his dick, it was long and thick, I was worried it wouldn’t fit me inside. But Elon was sweet, careful not to hurt me, he put just the tip inside

“I want it all! Please, daddy, fuck me hard!” I begged him, sitting upwards and running my fingernails down his chest “I wanna feel you filling me up”

“You get everything, baby doll, but I want to take my time with you. I wanna feel that pussy pulsating around me.”

“Yes, daddy, please!” I begged, and he pushed me back on the bed.

“Shh, baby, you’ll get what you need. You’re gonna get this cock.” He slowly pushed his dick inside of me, and I could only moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure “Am I too big for this tight pussy, baby?”

“No, daddy! I feel your whole cock inside-hmm… it’s so fucking big! You feel so good! Fuck me like a whore!”

“A whore, hm?” He laughed, before pulling me back up to a sitting posing, but my hair and looking deep into my eyes; his piercing blue eyes could see right into my soul, but he was so serious “Tell me you’re my little whore”

“I’m your little whore! Fuck me har-“ before I could finished I screamed out as he started to slowly fuck me, before shoving his whole cock deep inside my pussy “oh, daddy! You… hmm… fuc-jdjsisifkris”

I screamed gibberish as he lifted my legs up against his shoulders and fucked me hard, his cock was tearing me apart and it felt amazing.

Elon pulled out for a second, and turned me on my stomach, bending me over his bed and penetrating me from behind. He grabbed my hair and started to go so fast, hitting my g stop, and making my tits go up and down as he slammed his cock inside me.

He pulled my hair back and wrapped a hand around my neck, burying his whole cock inside me.

“You’re my good little whore. You need this fucking dick in your pussy.” His voice was low and husky, as he whispered in my ear.

“Hmm… I- fuck! Jengjajdksk… Elon!”

I felt it building it up on my lower abdomen,

I knew I was about to cum hard, and so did Elon. He fucked me even harder, until my body went limb, then he slowed it down but shoved his cock hard inside of me, making me yelp.

He pulled put his dick, and stroke himself a few times before cummin on top of my ass cheeks.

“Yeah, you’re good good girl. I’m so happy i met you.” He said and kisses my nape, before handing me a towel.

“When do you want to meet again, precious?” He asked helping me on the bed, noticing my trembling legs.

“How about tomorrow?” I smiled, looking over at him tiredly.

“Stay over tonight, and you won’t have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Okay…” I smiled like a school girl, and he pulled me in for a kiss.

“Wanna take a nap?” He said petting my hair, with this loving look in his eyes.

“Cuddles?” I asked dragging myself closer to him on the bed, and he wrapped his arms around me.

I drifted off, feeling warm, safe, protected. I loved that man, how he made me feel and how much we had in common. I couldn’t imagine anything better than that.

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alienisticxo · 2 years

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i’ve been feeling so inspired again and have so many WIPs!

Before the Fever & X Angel are currently being written out and i’ve got a couple one shots coming too, as well as an old request (hopefully you’re still hanging around!) and a sequel that was very much requested as well! ✨👽

you can find my series’ & one shots on AO3 & here 🖤

#alienisticxo #fanfiction #master chief x reader #halo tv #halo #fanfic #halo fanfiction #elon musk x reader #spacex #elon musk #elon musk fanfiction #elon musk fanfic #pablo schreiber #fanfic writer

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sadrael · 1 year

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Welcome to Sadrael’s Tales.

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 contents, 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. ♡

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textsfromthefifthbasement · 1 year

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I love it when anons/guests find my works and kudo/leave reviews, but given the new revelation that Elon Musk is using bots to mine AO3 fanfiction for a writing AI without writer's permission, my works are now archive-locked and only available for people with an AO3 account.

#the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #anti-ai #fuck elon musk #fanfiction

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whatthehelliswrongwithme · 1 year

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#meme #tumblr memes #twitter #elon musk #elongated muskrat #memes #omegaverse #fanfiction memes #furries #furrymemes #furry

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gender-trash · 1 year

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incredibly funny how a bunch of people interpreted “ao3 was almost certainly scraped as part of the gpt training dataset because it’s a big easily accessible body of english language text, so you can prompt gpt with surprisingly vague stuff and it will autocomplete with snarry underage or wangxian a/b/o” as “elon musk Personally is Currently scraping ao3 and training an ai to plagiarize fic, going to go lock ALL my works on ao3 IMMEDIATELY”

its. its already in the dataset. how do you think these things work. “locking my works to registered users only until after the scraping stops!” my dude the ao3 team just needs to like add a robots.txt and check the useragent and stuff to prevent this from happening in the future*, and theyre already on it, but not only is the existing body of work presumably In the Dataset, the model has ALREADY BEEN TRAINED. that omelet isnt going to get unscrambled

(*im assuming that everyone gathering datasets for large language models is being reasonably Polite about it bc these are both very simple to circumvent — if this assumption is false then ao3 might need to graduate to Offensive Measures but also we would definitely need to bully the culprits off of hacker news)

anyway im not taking any Stance one way or the other on the “ai art debate” (other than maybe “none of you know what the hell you’re talking about”) but we’re definitely going to see a whole new world of copyright claims against the big art models and ml researchers developing new tools for “removing” stuff from a trained model, and i for one think that it will be SO entertaining to watch

#i cant believe how many fucking. layers of stupid misinformation are in this rumor #ELON MUSK COFOUNDED OPENAI BUT HE LEFT THE BOARD IN 2018 #the trashcan speaks #currently i think the main ‘anti plagiarism’ tool is blacklisting prompt keywords which is…………. just SO hacky #(wrt ai art. i think for gpt you would need to blacklist popular fandoms from the output at the very least)#(which they probably wont unless they get copyright claimed.)#(IMAGINE. hottest legal battle of 2025 is google vs. disney litigating whether ai generated fanfiction is fair use……….)

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kuntya · 1 year

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Keep Elon out of your fanfiction!

OpenAI has already scraped AO3 to train ChatGPT. Which isn’t great, but, you know, I can live with it.

But now Elon’s building a competitor. And there’s some implication that it will have a right-wing bias -- or at least, won’t have the same guardrails that protect marginalized groups.

Don’t let the muskrat scan your fics! We have a serious opportunity to fuck him here. Set your fics to only be accessible to ao3 users.

#ao3 #fanfiction #elon musk #AI #openAI #TruthGPT #Chatgpt

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cbk1000 · 8 months

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I had a dream last night that Musk bookmarked one of my fics, and I was SO MAD that nowhere in the fic had I mentioned how much he sucks.

#also was surprised to find out that Elon musk is into gay BBC Merlin fanfiction

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thesoftboiledegg · 25 days

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What up, libsharts. Since you all fell for my brilliant social experiment last year, I thought I’d come back to troll you for another round. You really thought that I was gay, huh? Well, you weren’t the only ones. I showed it to the bros in my Elon Musk Discord server, and they stupidly went “Wow, that was pretty gay” and I said “No it isn’t” and one guy said “You said that you’re attracted to Rick a bunch of times” and I said “No I didn’t” and another guy said “Dude, you said the exact same thing yesterday” and I said “No I didn’t” and he said “You literally showed up out of nowhere, said ‘im going to jack it to rick tonight lol’ and left” and I said “Haha, it was all a social experiment! I’m fucking with you! I’m a master manipulator like Rick! What’s gay about what I said? If somebody on Discord said ‘I want Rick Sanchez to ream me in the back room at Spencer’s’ and you thought ‘Wow, that sounds pretty gay,’ maybe YOU’RE the one who has dreams about Rick railing you in a blow-up inflatable pool while Bird Person lies facedown in a ditch!”

I beat them with cold, hard logic, just like Rick would. But one aspect of my genius experiment was true: I’m a dudebro sent here to infiltrate Tumblr. We do everything better than you, and to prove it, I wrote a fic that’s infinitely superior to anything you Tumblrinas could shit out. You think you’re the only ones who can come up with stories? Ha! You’re never going to beat me. You ass clowns have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about Rick!

Anyway, here’s my one-shot that’s better than a thousand Rick Sanchez/Reader fics combined, and I would know, because I read all of them. And this is NOT AI-generated, by the way–no machine could compete with the brilliance pulsating in my brain stem. Get obliterated with literature, dumbfucks!

Your Majesty: Rick Sanchez/Elon Musk (PLATONIC!!)

Elon Musk gazed at the sky as a spaceship shimmered into view, glittering in the sunlight while it approached the SpaceX landing strip. Elon–or E, as his most respected admirers called him–was a ruggedly handsome man of over six feet tall with a chiseled jaw, godlike facial features, sizeable muscles and a full head of hair that one would love to run their hands through–if they were allowed to, of course. But few people had enjoyed this privilege. In both a literal and metaphorical sense, Elon Musk was truly untouchable.

A SpaceX rocket launched to the left of him, undoubtedly on another successful mission, but E’s eyes were fixed on the giant spaceship drifting to the ground with a barely audible whirr. The Tesla logo glinted on the front of the incredible ship, a mark of Elon’s brilliance. Steam hissed from the entrance as the side door opened and a lengthy shadow stretched across the ground.

“Greetings, Elon,” Rick Sanchez said as he approached. He was just as handsome as Musk, perhaps even more so. At nearly seven feet tall, most humans could only gaze up at him and marvel at his unfathomable genius, matched only by that of the engineer standing in front of him. He strode magnificently toward E as if he knew that he were God’s perfect creation, the scientist that would give Stephen Hawking envy diarrhea.

“Salutations, Rick,” E answered in kind, acknowledging the pleasure of being in his presence. “What do you have for me?”

“I have a concept that will revolutionize our lives and showcase our brilliance to the rest of the planet.” Rick paused. “Nay, the entire galaxy. Alien species will look up at us in wonder as they question how Earth could have produced not one, but two, of the universe’s perfect beings.”

Musk flashed him a smile brimming with boyish charm. “It seems, as I’ve suspected many times, that you and I are the main characters in this simulation, and everyone else–girls and normies in particular–are mere NPCs.”

“This is true, but I can’t take credit for all of it,” Rick admitted. “While most of this idea was mine, I confess that I couldn’t have developed this plan without Tesla’s impressive technology.”

“You are too humble,” E said with a nod of his head. “Of course, none of this would have been possible without your technology that turned Tesla into the pinnacle of human achievement, a stunning display of masculine brilliance and prowess that womenfolk could never accomplish because they’re dumb.”

“You are familiar with my Raising Gazorpazorp manifesto, I presume?”

“Of course, Rick. I have watched every moment of your life with intense fascination. Our Twitter interaction all those years ago was the highlight of my existence, moreso than the birth of every one of my children combined, and it compelled the author of this story to jerk off to it even though we’re both men.”

“He was imagining all the hot chicks that he sucked off in his fraternity, I’m sure.”

“Undoubtedly. Now, if you would, please lead me into the ship so that I can witness your latest intellectual conquest.”

“Follow me, Your Majesty,” Rick responded with a limp-wristed wave that was stunningly, incredibly heterosexual.

The door hissed shut behind them as E followed Rick into the ship. Since Rick had partnered with Tesla a year prior, his ship had become a sprawling technological wonder full of everything that the space traveler could possibly need. Only E could have done this, Rick thought to himself, as he gazed around the interior of the ship as if seeing it for the first time. Truly, being in the presence of his hero reminded him of his incredible fortune.

Rick’s ship, once small and held together with duct tape but an astonishing creation nonetheless, now housed five scientific laboratories stocked with alien technology that Rick and E had amassed on their many adventures together. His ship also possessed a gigantic library, a hologram room where he spoke with digital recreations of Earth’s greatest MALE scientists, a math classroom where he solved and invented equations, a Tesla think tank where shareholders held board meetings, a SpaceX rocket manufacturing plant, and a cafeteria that served exclusively reheated taquitos and Mountain Dew.

Elon felt the same way as Rick. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the scientist as they walked to one of the laboratories. Of course, this was done in a completely straight, masculine way. E thought that he would later have sex with lots of beautiful women that looked a little like Rick, but they weren’t Rick, because that would be gay.

“Here it is, my dear E,” Rick said, spreading out his arms in front of him like a Greek god.

A scale model of a glass dome stood on a pedestal with tiny figures moving inside to represent a community. As E peered into the dome, the glass reflected his breathtakingly handsome features.

“This is the community that we will build on Pluto,” Rick announced. “As you’ve undoubtedly guessed already due to your unfathomable genius, those crystals in the center release pheromones that will cause the most beautiful women in the universe to flock to us while the ugly ones stay at home and cry about it on Tumblr. These beauties will fawn over and make out with us while we chug Mountain Dew and watch video game livestreams where one guy just says ‘BANG!’ over and over. One of our wives will microwave taquitos on demand while another will periodically wipe the sweat off our gaming chairs. Truly, we will be the gods of our own universe.”

E smiled at this thought. He had colonized Mars years ago and had no less than 1,000 Martian wives with male relatives who had invested in E-Coin, his genuis cryptocurrency that only tech bros could understand, but he now saw an opportunity to enter the NFT market. Any male would be delighted to own a digital representation of one of these alien Helens of Troy. And of course, who but Rick should be at his side? Who else but the god-like scientist who deserved to have dominion over every living being in existence?

“If you have a minute, E–” Rick began, then stopped. “You do have a minute, don’t you? As the owner and CEO of X, PayPal, SpaceX, Tesla, OpenAI, Neuralink, xAI, Midjourney, OpenSea, Adult Swim, Dogecoin, McDonald’s, Fox News, The Joe Rogan Experience, Funko Pops, Discord, and Harmontown, I realize that your time is so precious that one second with you is worth ten kilos of fine Neptunian gold.”

Once more, Elon flashed his iconic boyish grin. “Rick, don’t you know me by now? If I weren’t a man of science who understood the natural disasters that it would cause, I would stop the world from spinning on its axis just to spend another minute in your presence.”

Rick responded with a flushed smile, then pressed a button on the side of the display. “Then allow me to demonstrate.”

When a set of steel doors slid open, a girl robot emerged from the storage space. I guess she was attractive for a girl. In her extended arms, she held a glass case piled high with shimmering jewels.

“This is a scale model of one of our Plutonian wives,” Rick said intelligently, lifting the case from her hands. “In preparation for our mission, I’ve amassed a fine collection of intergalactic space jewelry.”

Rick typed in a code to unlock the case: 42069. 420 and 69 were Rick’s favorite numbers, as well as Elon’s. The gemstones glinted in the light as the lid clicked open. Rick attached the earrings and kissed the robot’s ears, slid on the bracelets and kissed her wrists, and strung on the necklace and kissed her neck. He looked amazing in that jewelry.

“Well, Rick, this calls for quite the celebration,” E said cheerfully. “Should we celebrate with a bottle of Twitterian space wine?

“Of course,” Rick said with a wink. “What do you think I stashed in the wine cooler?”

Rick pressed a button on the wall, causing a drawer to slide out with a hiss and a cloud of steam. The steam dissipated to reveal a sparkling bottle of golden wine and two identical glasses with Rick and Elon’s names etched into the side. Rick handed Elon one of the glasses, the surface reflecting his Adonis-like visage.

“Let’s take this to the lounge, shall we?” Rick said. “I could use some quality time with my technological muse, the scientist whose mere existence transformed my life the second I laid eyes upon him.”

“Ah, but the feeling is mutual,” Elon confessed. “When I first saw you in that Tesla board meeting and realized that you had invested in our stock, I knew that I had reached the defining moment of my career, the pinnacle of achievement that made everything else seem like watching an orangutan pissing into a lake.”

“Your affections charm and dazzle me,” Rick responded. “I may go on adventures alone when you’re busy transforming X into history’s greatest social media empire, but I confess that my travels are incomplete without you by my side.”

“I will have to take a break from X to join you on the next mission,” E said with a nod. “After all, we have not yet had sex with all the hot babes in the universe. We’ve had sex with most of them, this is true, but I’m sure there are far-off corners of the galaxy that have yet to hear the legend of Rick and Elon: a hundred years, a hundred more, our friendship extending into eternity.”

A few minutes later, the two of them were reclining in a lounge furnished with plush velvet couches, Greek statues of famous scientists, and a bubbling hot tub. Rick and Elon had slept with many hot alien chicks in this lounge, but they didn’t really enjoy it even though they were both straight. One might say that they were super-straight. It was a special type of straight that only their genius minds could possess.

Elon and Musk clinked their glasses before they each took a drink. “While we’re here, should we engage in some meta commentary?” E said with a sly chuckle.

“Of course,” Rick said, straightening to look at the reader. “I would like to say that the author of this fic is an incredibly handsome, virile, and heterosexual man, and if I were gay and he were gay–which we’re not, of course–I would love to take my pants off and sit on his face while he recites mathematical theorems.”

“I concur,” E said with a tilt of his head. “I also find this author to be quite attractive, brilliant and god-like, and although I’m super-straight, I would be up for a threesome with you, him, and I in a truck stop bathroom while some other guys watch.”

“Truly, that would be the spectacle of a lifetime,” Rick said with a charming, boyish grin. “Of course, this is impossible because I’m straight as well as white and neurotypical, and whenever I said otherwise, I was in fact performing a social experiment on my audience.”

“I, too, have done such a thing,” Elon agreed. “And Birdrick is platonic, is it not?”

“Birdrick is indeed platonic. Anyone who thought that scene was gay needs to watch some gay porn and learn what ‘gay’ really means, which this author does on a regular basis.”

They nodded in agreement, then drank their glittering space wine as the sun set outside the ship, casting the inside of the lounge in a deep, romantic glow. Rick lit a set of Tesla candles powered by Teslectricity, a new form of electricity that Musk had patented. The lights shimmered and flickered as if the candles were about to explode any second.

Orange light shined on the surface of the water bubbling in the hot tub. “It’s growing warm in here,” Rick said, fanning himself with his strong yet elegant hand. “I think I need to remove a few layers. Excuse me, E, while I change into something other than my iconic lab coat.”

Rick disappeared into another room and returned a few minutes later, wearing only a bathrobe. Elon rubbed the back of his neck as he found himself sweating. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to have increased a hundred degrees.

“I believe that I will also remove a few layers,” E stated. “Excuse me for a moment.”

E disappeared into the same room, which had several robes and outfits in his size just in case he lost his clothes for some weird reason. The room also held outfits for other prominent male scientists, plus Dan Harmon. The room had no clothing for womenfolk because they’re gross and dumb.

When Elon returned, Rick sat on the edge of the hot tub, drawing circles in the surface of the water with his toe as he swirled the remainder of the wine in his glass. His eyes were lowered with an expression that one could almost consider lustful–his thoughts full of girlies, no doubt, even though they scarcely deserved a moment of his attention.

“I’m thinking about taking a dip in the hot tub,” Rick said. “Would you care to join me?”

“Of course,” E said, already removing his robe. “I desire nothing else in this moment.”

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HAHA noobs, you thought you had it all figured out, didn’t you? You thought this was going to lead to some gay shit? Well, I’ll tell you what happens. Rick and Elon PLATONICALLY sit in the hot tub together. That’s all that they do. And they talk about all the babes that they’re going to make out with when Rick gets his crap on Pluto set up. Yeah, that’s right, libpukes: Rick likes GIRLS even though they’re stupid and dumb and don’t understand Rick and Morty! No one will ever understand Rick Sanchez like I do! Not Elon Musk, despite his unfathomable brilliance! Not Dan Harmon, despite his magnificent beard! No one but me, Steve White, the man of every scientist’s dreams!

Anyway, I just proved to you that the woke crowd took over the writers’ room and made Rick something he’s not. This story is more accurate and in character than every episode from seasons 5-7 put into a blender, spun around and spewed onto a plate like a horse vomit smoothie. Rick was once a manly, masculine man–a man’s man, you might say–before they turned him into a twink like they’re challenging the audience to jerk off to him.

I told the guys in my Elon Musk server “Wow, Rick and Morty has been a real jerkoff machine lately, huh?” and they said “No? Not really?” and I said “What show are you watching? Rick and Morty has been a total jerkoff machine” and one guy said “Yeah, I agree with you, I jack it to Rick on the regular” and I said “Haha, I was just fucking with you guys! It was another social experiment! I’m a master manipulator! I’m the real-life Rick! What’s gay about what I said? While you queers jack it to Rick in a gay way, I’m going to jack off to Rick to PROVE TO MYSELF that I’m STRAIGHT!!!”

I got banned from the server for a week, and I had so much time on my hands that I decided I’d pop back in and give Tumblr another textual ass-crushing. The server’s going to be so proud of me when I tell them what I did. Elon would be proud. Dan Harmony-to-my-ears would be proud. And Rick would DEFINITELY be proud. If my Rick Sanchez body pillow were animated, he’d look directly into my eyes and whisper to me as tears of joy stream down my face.

Oh my God, forget it. Why am I still wasting my time with you idiots? You have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #elon musk #rick sanchez/elon musk #fanfiction #fan fiction #tesla #teslamotors #teslacars #dan harmon #april fools

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propertyofelonmusk · 2 years

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The Colors of Mars:

The Lioness

chapter one: The Lioness Cub

I can’t believe I’m actually going to write this and post it online. I could get in so much trouble for breaking my confidentiality agreement! I could lose everything I’ve been working so hard to get; my career, my home, my whole life really, but I can’t keep it in any longer.

I will not say my real name obviously, for security and privacy purposes; you may call me “Honey” since that’s what he called me over and over again that night.

I work with Elon Musk, I am part of his public relations team, and yes; my job is hard! Elon doesn’t make it easier, by no means at all. I’ve worked with other household names, politicians, celebrities, but no one was ever like Elon. There’s something about him that has been turning heads since day one, people either love him or hate him, but undoubtedly he has a “strong magnetic field around him” that makes everyone at least check him out. I suppose you could say that about me as well, although I’m not Iron man, like he is, even though I’m younger than most of my peers and have accomplished in five years what took them a lifetime. At the end of the day though, i'm just a faceless marketing grad, but he noticed me.

The first time I met mr. Musk I was instantly attracted to him, it wasn’t just the way he looked or the money in his account, but how hard he worked. We read about this when googling Elon Musk, but none of us can imagine how hard that man works. I felt privileged to get that interview with him, even if most of the time he just typed on his computer. The way he thinks is attractive to me, the way he talks, you can almost see the engines of his brain working behind his clear blue eyes. It more than was 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 the confidentiality agreement was signed), I was wearing a basic white undershirt, and a dark blue social shirt, with matching pants and white sensible heels. My hair was in a high bun, and I had light makeup on; what you’d wear on a job interview. But the way he stopped going through his computer files at the end of the interview to genuinely ask me questions, listen to the answers, even smile when I made a joke… that was simply not what I heard from most who got interviewed by him. He hired me on the spot, the next day I started working with his team; another thing that was unusual, since Elon is very meticulous about who he hires. He liked me, right?

I shouldn’t write this…

Look, the reason why I’m putting my life on the line here, writing this as a “fanfiction” or whatever is, I don’t EVER want to forget the details of what happened between us. There are so many small details that I know will get lost in my head. I just wanted a few more seconds with him…

Everything started when I was called at 3am to go to the Tesla headquarters; my manager wanted everyone there, it was a mess. Something about a tweet; who let that man have a Twitter account? Now he bought the damn thing, my life going to shit.

It’s lways the same though, he made a joke, people took it seriously, the whole team was called in to put out a fire that he started while taking a shit. I was so done with how everything he did had to be turned into a mess.

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

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

So yeah, I was kicked out of the meeting, off to the cafeteria at Tesla to buy and carry twenty cups of coffee all by myself, at 3am on a Tuesday. Perfect. The only way I could do that was on small trips, back and forth.

I was in a bad mood, had my AirPods on listening to whatever on Spotify, eager to take my seat back on the meeting and resume my “I’m as miserable as Margaret now” face. I didn’t hear anyone coming near me, I didn’t see anyone, so you can imagine how shocked I was when I turned around and saw Elon behind me, waiting in line to get himself a coffee.

It wasn’t a movie like scene, I didn’t bump into him and got coffee all over us. I just froze, like a bitch, or a Justin Bieber groupie, looking up at him; deer in the headlights style.

“Excuse me?” He said politely, pointing at the machine; you’d expect me to have said something clever, something to make him think of me later…

I didn’t. I stepped to the side, lowered my head, and he stepped forward, towards the coffee machine. I walked out slowly, desperately wanting to talk to him, but I suddenly became a mute, or totally brain dead for some solid minutes. That’s when I heard the machine making his coffee and I looked back, not seeing the chair in front of me.

I tripped like an idiot, fell face first on the ground, but dropped only one cup of coffee. I managed to hold tight to the trays I held in each hand, and saved the remaining 7 cups, but the one I didn’t fell to the ground, where my face graciously landed.

Elon ran towards me, trying to help; all I could think of was my ass was up in the air, in the same height as his face. He tried to pull me by the arm, untangle me from the chair, sorta I’d say, but I lost balance and dropped the remaining 3 cups of coffee on the floor.

Coffee splashed all over my white shirt, and Elon’s pants, but he didn’t seem to mind as he finally pulled me back up and smiled. I would have been relieved if I didn’t slip on the wet floor, and threw the tray with four cups of coffee on his chest. It was in slow motion for me, I couldn’t help it, I tried to balance myself, but my feet were “ice skating” on the floor. I felt fired at the exact moment.

“Oh my god, mr. Musk, I am so sorry… are you okay? I’m sorry… shit! I- I didn’t mean to-“ I ran to get napkins, while still slipping a bit, and started to try to dry his face and shirt.

“This coffee is…cold?” He questioned, picking some napkins and drying himself “Is it for Margaret?”

Once again, I looked up like a child caught doing something naughty. It was for Margaret, I always made her cold coffee and blamed the machine. I wasn’t even the only one to do it, in my defense (Margaret, if you’re reading this: I know how the Tesla cafeteria coffee machine works, you bitch! I’ve been working here for a little over a year, I know how it fucking works).

“It’s the machine… I don’t know how-“ I tried to explain myself, blushing, terrified he might fire me as fast as he had hired me.

“Yeah, you’re not the first. Margaret is kind of a bitch.” He laughed, looking over at the machine to his coffee, just sitting there, then to me; he looked at me up and down for what felt like an eternity; I could feel his eyes scanning my body “You look… 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 about it… I’m okay.” I tried to say, but he had already left the room, so I followed him into the hallway “Its not a problem, I’m just sorry you got coffee all over yourself. Please, don’t fire me! I mean, I love working here, it’s not a problem. This was an accident. I’m… sorry.”

“I’m not gonna fire you.” He laughed to himself, then looked over at me “You don’t have to be so nervous, I don’t bite.”

“But I do!” I joked nervously, and he stopped and looked back at me and smiled “haha? It was a joke. Sorry, mr. Musk.”

“Stop calling me ‘mr. Musk’ you can call me just Elon.” he smile was so carefree, it felt so unusual to see him that calm “We don’t have to tell Margaret about this. But you can’t tell her I said she’s a bitch.”

“It will be our secret. Already forgotten!” I smiled and walked faster to caught up to him, walking next to that huge figure of a man “Please, don’t tell her I make her coffee cold.”

“Look at us, we have some many secrets now!” He laughed again, looking forward, sipping on his coffee.

Elon wasn’t like anything I had imagined, he was not as tall as I thought he’d be. People always mention how “massive” he is, but he’s just like any other tall guy I’ve met. He didn’t have that “billionaire vibe” I got from my previous clients, he walked and acted like an average guy. He’s so average, in fact, I don’t think he gets recognized on the streets.

He didn’t smell like aftershave or cologne, his beard was never one hundred percent done, and his hair was always a little messy. His eyes looked tired, he always sounded tired too, overworked and stressed. I didn’t blame him for wanting to laugh a bit, prank people on Twitter with his weird and questionable humor. Let the guy live a little, I was working for him for almost a year when this happened and it was the first time I didn’t see him working, still he looked stressed; I wished I could do something about that, because I really liked him, you know?

“Here,” Elon said opening the door to his cubicle; his desk looked disorganized, but I figured it was his genius way of organizing his things and just smiled to myself “put this on, it’s clean. I just got it from the dry cleaning.”

“Another coffee accident?” I joked picking the neatly pressed shirt still on the hanger, covered by a plastic bag.

“No, I actually stayed in for a couple of days, my housekeeper brought this for me. There’s a bathroom down the hallway. Come back here after, I want to talk to you.”

My blood froze and I crossed my legs; nearly pissing myself; what the fuck did he want to talk to me about? He said he wasn’t going to fire me, but I figured he changed his mind. I thought about running away, but I didn’t.

I went to the bathroom and took off my shirt, drying the coffee from my chest, annoyed and anxious. His shirt smelled like “a billionaire’s shirt” I don’t know how else to describe it; it smelled fresh and minty. It smelled like a delicious male cologne. I couldn’t help but imagine how he must have worn that shirt, how it looked on him, with a few buttons still open… that’s when I realized: “God, I wanted to fuck my boss” and I couldn’t hide it; I got turned on by his clean laundry! Motherfucker!

I walked back to his cubicle, where Elon sat reading something on his phone and laughing. He didn’t notice me watching him, so I crept a little; I never saw him relaxed like that. I just wanted to jump on top of him and kiss him right there.

“Excuse me, mr… I mean, Elon?” I said stepping into his cubicle shyly.

“Hey, the shirt looks good on you. Keep it.” He smiled, and put his phone down “You know, I didn’t hire you to grab coffee for the PR team. I told Margaret you had experience, to use that. Why does she have you bringing coffee like an intern?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I suppose I was inappropriate during the meeting today.” I lied, not wanting to throw Margaret under the bus. I hated her, but that was a bit much for me.

“What exactly happened?” He straightened up on the chair, crossing his fingers over his lap; he didn’t change his clothes, he was still covered in coffee, the room smelled like coffee, in fact.

“I laughed.” I looked down embarrassed

“You laughed?” He asked laughing, and as I looked at him he seemed terribly confused.

“Yeah… at the tweet.” I looked away from him again, I couldn’t shake the thoughts in my head.

“And she just sent you to get twenty cups of coffee alone? Didn’t that strike you as weird?” He seemed to grow more and more amused.

“No, as you said, she can be difficult.” I started to try and focus on his little office, and not on the wet T-shirt sticking to his chest.

“Margaret quit. She gave me her two weeks' notice. I’m promoting you. You got her job. I figure that’s why she was mad at you for laughing.” He smiled, and sipped on his coffee.

“Are you serious?” I didn’t have many interesting reactions that night; i stared at him in disbelief.

“Dead serious, look.” he handed me Margaret’s two week’s notice with a smile “You deserve it. People quit after three months, when you got to eight, I figured you could do the job. And she quit. Do you want it? Or are you done with, quote on 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-“ as the words left my mouth, his eyebrows rose and his face turned red; I made Elon Musk blush “Now I’m fired, aren’t I?”

“No, stop asking me that!” He laughed wholeheartedly, and the room lightened up “You know, most people kiss their bosses to get a promotion, not because they are grateful they already got one.”

“I’m unique like that.” I joked, feeling my face heating it up, and my inappropriate thoughts rushing through my eyes.

He stood up to shake my hand, but when I had him just a few centimeters from me, I couldn’t help it; I kissed him.

He tasted and smelled like cafeteria’s coffee, I felt his muscles tense up as i ran the tip of my fingers over his arms. He kissed me back, he didn’t broke the kiss. I did, when he slip his hands over my ass and tries to squeezed it. That’s not what I had in mind.

I looked up to meet his gaze, he was once again looking terribly confused as his hands still rested in my butt. I just smiled and pushed him to sit on back on his chair, carefully closing the door for his cubicle. I turned to look at Elon, who seemed both confused and interested in my next move.

I bit my lip, trying to contain my excitement and keep a straight face. I kissed him lightly, and pulled back slowly, watching him following my lips with his eyes closed.

“What are you doing?” Elon asked me smiling, slightly tilting his head trying to read my expressionless face.

I ran my fingers through his hair, before holding onto it hard and kissing him again. I needed to feel his lips, I wanted him to remember me as the woman who took over him and made him lose control. So I pulled his wet shirt off aggressively, watching his chest falling and rising.

“You know, all the girls think you’re so dominating in bed. I’ve always thought I could… make you beg.” I whispered in his ear, and he tried to put his hand on my hair but I held his wrist “shhh, everything in it’s due time.”

I spread my legs and sat on his lap, kissing his and pulling 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 joked holding his head back forcefully by the hair “if anyone asks, just say I… took advantage of you.”

“Fuck…” he said under his breath, trying not to struggle to bring his head forward.

I licked his collar bone and bit him hard, making Elon whine in pain. I gently stopped and let go of his hair, blowing on the spot I had bitten, as he watched me; he had an undeniable lust and curiosity shining in his eyes like little stars. I kissed his collar bone, and rested his hand on my lower back; I bit him again.

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

I stood up and opened his pants carefully feeling his half hard dick, pulling them as he lifted his butt from the chair to get them off. I messaged his dick over his boxers, and he threw his head back, that’s when we heard a knock on the door.

“Mr. Musk I cannot find the damn kid you want to replace me with. I think she left, she went to get coffee and never came back. Seriously, mr. Musk you should promote someone else, or hire someone with a little less ‘looks’ and a little more substance! I just can’t believe you’d put her as my replacement, because that girl-“ Margery yelled from the other side of the door.

Elon tried to pull his pants back up, but I held him in place, pulling his dick out and licking the head amused at the feet in his eyes mixed with the pleasure I gave him while teasing the head of his dick.

“Answer her!” I ordered in a whisper, as my hands wrapped around his dick, going up and down.

“Margeret, I’m-uhh… in the middle of something, right now….” The started, as I fully took his cock in and bobbed my head vigorously in sync with the motions from my hands “I-I… I really can’t talk right now!”

“Oh per usual! You’re always so busy! This is the exact reason why I’m done working with you. No one is that busy all the time! I can’t even begin to say how these past years working for you have been! You never even consider us in the public relations team! I bet you’re on that damn phone, ‘tweeting’ some-some-some… some poop tweet! Well, you’ll see that girl is not gonna last as much as me, because I am…” Margaret was furious, she kept yelling, while I kept sucking Elon’s cock.

He was getting so hard, I could almost feel his balls so filled with cum; I cupped them gently, sucking on each of them as I get jerking off his cock. He tried to grab my hair, but I grabbed his wrist and put it on the table.

“Stay.” I mouthed, teasing the head of his dick with my fingertips.

Elon looks flustered, almost a little too panicky because Margaret wouldn’t leave. I leaned back and quietly locked the door, winking at him.

I started to strip for him slowly, mentioning for him to play with himself while he watched me. He wanted it so badly, I could see by how fast he was jerking off and how his cock twitched.

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

“Then don’t, Margaret! Just… fucking leave already!” Elon screamed, as I stood in front of him in my underwear and he played with cock “Just go, I’m busy!”

I took his hand from his dick, and held both of his arms above hims head, as I kissed him and slowly sat with my legs spread on his lap.

“Fine! I’ll go…” Margaret kept talking for a while more, before we heard her heels on the hard floor as she left.

“Finally!” I smiled, and kissed him passionately, before leaning in to whisper in his ear “Finger me.”

I let go of one of his arms that went directly to my lower back and under my panties. He caressed my butt and gently started to circle my entrance with his finger; and his fingers were thick, I loved feeling them stretching me as he gently penetrated from behind. I moaned in his ear, while playing with his cock, feeling him leaking pre cum.

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

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

“Yes, what, mr. Musk? We are professionals here!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He said and I kissed his neck, pulling his fingers out of my pussy “You feel so good, honey! I want to fuck you so bad!”

“You do, don’t you? You’re so hard!” I teased, while squeezing his dick in my hands “Tell me how much do 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 me to fuck, mr. Musk?” I could tell he was close, so I stopped, not wanting him to cum just yet.

“Please?” He looked at me with big puppy eyes; so pitifully desperate.

“Yes, go on…” I said starting to jerk him off again.

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

“Let me think…” said, masturbating him slowly “You really want to, right?”

“Yes! Fuck-yes! I’m so fucking hard!”

“No.” I stopped and stood up, looking at his utter disbelief.

“No?” He repeated with those blue eyes opened widely.

“No. I don’t think you can fuck me today. But maybe I’ll let you cum.” I said, pushing his laptop from the desk and taking off my panties “Let’s see what you can do. If you make cum in less than, say? Five minutes? I’ll let you cum.”

I sat on his desk, and spread my legs, laying one of them on his shoulder and chair, pulling him closer. Elon didn’t take a minute to start eating my pussy, licking my clit and gently fingering me. I ran my fingers through his hair, pushing myself against his face. I was trying my best not to cum, I wanted to torture his dick as much as possible, but his tounge felt amazing, the way his lips sucked me, and his fingers fucked me rhythmically just sent me to the edge. I came hard, pulling his hair, and trying not to moan. He kept going, until I couldn’t take anymore and moaned loudly.

Thank god we were the only ones there!

My legs were trembling when he pulled away, and kissed my inner thigh with his beard wet, but a smile on his face.

“Less than five minutes, hm?” He asked proudly, jerking his dick.

“Fiiiiine, I’ll let you cum. You were very good.” I rolled my eyes, faking annoyance as I got down from his table and put my panties back on and he started to jerk himself faster; I slapped his hand hard “I didn’t say now!”

“I’m sorry, honey! I’m really horny, okay?” He laughed, putting both of his hands behind his head “Do whatever you want. I’m all yours. Shit! I’m-just so hard. I haven’t been this fucking hard in ages. Do anything you want! You’re so fucking hot, honey!”

I smiled and put my hand under his chin to kiss his lips sweetly. He still smelled like coffee, but he tasted like me. I couldn’t help but feel my heart skipping like it did when I was a teenager.

I kissed his lips, his chin, his jaw, his whole neck and kept going down his collarbone and chest, scratching him lightly and gently sucking on his skin, leaving a trail of marks all over him. I felt Elon’s eyes on me, as if he was watching a mythical creature, something new and exotic, and it was me. I kissed his stomach and his hips, his skin was so pale, it got red so easily under my bites and scratches.

When I got to his cock, I licked the base, down to his balls. Whenever I looked up at him, he had a look of bliss in his eyes, especially when I played gently with his balls. His cock was bigger than most, I had a hard time getting it all the way inside my mouth, but when I did it was amazing. I prefer to use my hands while focusing on the head though, and Elon seemed to enjoy it very much; I could feel his cock twitching my mouth, I could see it in his face, how he bit his finger to keep quiet. I sucked him until he came down my throat, and kept going until he relaxed completely.

“There. I let you cum. Happy?” I joked, leaning against his table.

“You’re amazing. I-I really didn’t think this… would happen tonight.” He smiled and pulled me into his arms, to sit on his lap again “It was so good. I’m glad it did.”

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

“Oh, yes, you can! Clearly, you’re the boss. We are… we are gonna do this again sometime, right? Sometimes like, tomorrow?” Elon asked me and I felt small in his arms, I couldn’t believe I had just done that with him.

“Tomorrow sounds good…” I answered, kissing his neck, and he shivered “Oh, stop you, I haven’t even smacked you!”

“Are you planning to smack me?” He asked, pulling me from his neck to look at me.

“Just a little?” I giggled like the idiot that I am, Elon looked both scared and curious about my plans “I promise you, we are going to have so much fun together!”

Okay, so most people ask me for Golden Promise updates (now that I’m done with this first chapter, I’ll start working on that!) because everyone wants “Dom!Daddy Elon” but I cannot be the only one who wants to dominate him??? Anyways, if no one wants this, fine lol I’ll write it for myself. It will have more 3 chapters; The Lioness Plaything, The Lioness’s Prey & The Lioness Roars, so buckled up, buttercup! I’m going all the way down to FemDom town with mr. Musk!

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