“are you okay? you look like you’re about to cry.”
well, i had what i thought was an amazing idea for a new wip at 2am last night, but then realised the plot made absolutely no sense whatsoever when i sat down to write it. so you tell me if i’m okay, melissa.
an excerpt from Hard Fouls, Harder Nights on AO3 [for 18+ only!]
Summary: Austin has always been obsessed with LeBron, but for LeBron, Austin is nothing but a pet, just a toy to play with and discard whenever he's done with him. But later on, when Luka joins the team and starts showing special interest in Austin, something in LeBron shifts. As Austin begins to respond to Luka's feelings, LeBron finally sees it for what it is: Austin belongs to him. And he won’t let anyone else have him.
From the author: this is my first ever darkfic
The elevator doors slide shut, sealing Austin and LeBron in the mirrored box as it ascends to their floor. Austin tries his best to compose himself, but eventually he gives in to the needy urge that’s been gnawing at him all night. He presses himself against LeBron, arms winding around his waist in a tight, desperate hug.
"Missed you so bad," Austin murmurs, snuggling into LeBron’s chest, inhaling the mix of cologne and body wash. His lips find the column of LeBron’s throat, kissing hungrily.
LeBron chuckles, deep and mocking, as his large hand grips the back of Austin’s neck, holding him in place. "Damn, you’re clingy tonight. What’s got you so worked up, huh? I think I know…"
Austin doesn’t answer. He kisses LeBron’s lips instead, his hips pressing forward in a slow, shameless grind.
The elevator dings, and LeBron shoves him off just enough to drag him down the hallway by the arm. Austin stumbles after him.
The second the door closes, LeBron’s grip a fist in his hair, yanking his head back. "You been begging for it all night. But you couldn’t even keep your eyes off Luka, could you?"
Austin’s stomach drops. "I wasn’t…"
"Stop lying, whore." LeBron’s voice is a growl, his free hand landing a sharp smack across Austin’s cheek, leaving a pink mark that stings.
Austin gasps, "I’m sorry…"
"Sorry ain’t enough…" LeBron drags him up by the collar of his shirt and shoves him onto the bed. Before Austin can catch his breath, LeBron flips him onto his stomach, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down in one rough pull.
The first spank lands with a sharp crack, Austin’s back arching.
"You’ve been a bad, bad boy today." Another smack, harder this time. "Flirting with Luka right in front of me. You think I didn’t see?"
Austin whimpers, fingers twisting in the sheets. "I wasn’t… ah!... I wasn’t flirting!"
LeBron’s palm comes down again, the heat blooming across Austin’s ass. "Liar."
Austin squirms, "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…"
LeBron leans down. "There’s only one way you’re getting forgiven."
Austin turns his head, watching as LeBron unbuckles his belt, his pants sliding down just enough to free his cock. It's huge and erect, veiny and angry.
Austin doesn’t hesitate. He scrambles onto his knees, mouth watering as he takes LeBron’s cock into his mouth, licking it slowly at first, sucking on its huge head before swallowing him down.
LeBron groans, fingers tightening in Austin’s hair. "That’s it baby… Ughhhh… Suck me good… Show me how sorry you are…"
And Austin does, with every suck, every moan, every desperate bob of his head. Because he is sorry… and just by doing this he can get away with nearly everything…
people on ao3 be hating on wattpad so hard as if we didn’t all read y/n x One Direction fics on it when we were like eight and then drunkenly discovered the Archive Of Our Own while we were 12 and then made it our entire lifestyle😭😭😭
Like now is ao3 readers just have an irrational hatred for wattpad like what did it do to us
an excerpt from AuBron [ an Austin Reaves x LeBron James love story ] fan fic
complete
word count : 89,380
author: Sylph Callista
Summary: He's a rookie. He's a vet. The world watches them play. No one sees the lingering looks, the late-night texts, the line they can’t cross.
[ March 2022 ]
The Paycom Center locker room is full of energy after their hard-fought 107-105 victory over the Oklahoma City Thunder on their home court. It’s been a dogfight to the final buzzer, AD’s clutch block, a last-second defensive stand, and just enough composure to escape with the win.
Austin rushes to the shower room and runs the water over his aching body longer than usual, letting the heat soothe his muscles.
As the team finishes dressing, Coach Ham claps his hands to get everyone’s attention.
"Hell of a fight tonight, boys!" His voice carries over the celebration. "That’s what I’m talking about, grit, heart, no quit! They threw everything at us, but we stayed locked in. That’s championship mentality!"
LeBron, seated on a chair with ice wrapped around his knees, nods in quiet approval.
The media storms in - cameras clicking, microphones thrust forward, reporters firing questions.
"LeBron, how crucial is AD's defense down the stretch?"
"Austin, you hit two big free throws late - any nerves?"
LeBron handles the questions with his usual veteran ease, praising the team effort. Austin gives his standard humble answers, always deflecting credit to his teammates.
As the last reporters trickle out and the locker room noise settles into the comfortable hum of post-game exhaustion, Austin finds himself slumped next to LeBron on the padded bench, both too drained to move just yet.
Something's been sitting heavy in Austin's chest for weeks. He takes a deep breath, the air catching slightly in his throat.
"Hey Bron...can I tell you something?"
LeBron turns his head, raising one eyebrow in that way that makes his forehead crease.
Amusement plays at his lips as he takes in Austin's unusually serious expression.
"Uh-oh. This sounds serious." His voice is warm with teasing, but there's something softer underneath - an attentiveness that makes Austin's pulse jump.
Austin chuckles nervously.
"Nah, it's just...when I was growing up, I was a die-hard Kobe fan." He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck where the shower water still clings to his hairline. "Like, posters on the wall, wearing his jersey every game day kind of obsessed..." A beat. "And, uh...I kinda hated you."
LeBron's reaction is immediate - that deep, resonant laugh, making Austin's shoulder tingle where it brushes against LeBron's.
"Hated me?!" LeBron repeats, clutching his chest dramatically like he's been wounded, but his eyes are sparkling with genuine delight. The way his whole face lights up makes something warm unfurl in Austin's stomach.
Austin grins sheepishly. "Yeah, man. I was young! Caught up in that whole Kobe vs. LeBron debate. I was Team Mamba all the way."
LeBron wipes imaginary tears from his eyes, his shoulder pressing into Austin's as he shakes with laughter.
"Man, you and half of L.A.!" He shakes his head, still grinning that megawatt smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "It's all good, young buck. I get it. Kobe was that dude. I respected him too."
There's something in the way LeBron says it - no ego, just quiet understanding.
"Yeah, but now?" Austin meets LeBron's gaze, suddenly earnest. "Playing with you? It's crazy how life works out."
LeBron's expression softens. He reaches over and ruffles Austin's damp hair, the touch lingering just a second longer than necessary before sliding down to briefly squeeze the back of his neck. "Funny how the guys you used to hate become the ones you'd go to war with, huh?"
Austin laughs, the hot shower finally easing his sore muscles, but it's the warmth of LeBron's hand that really makes the tension leave his body. "Facts. Wouldn't want to be out there with anyone else."
For a moment, LeBron just looks at him - that silent, knowing nod that carries more meaning than words could express.
"Alright, rookie," he says, "Next time we're in OKC, you better drop 30 so these old knees don't have to work so hard."
me when i gaslight myself into thinking i've finally pulled myself out of a writing slump just bc i had the energy to think about my project for the first time in three months:
💞 Summary : At the team's Christmas party, Rui and Austin reveal their feelings for each other.
The annual Pelinka Christmas Bash was an elegant affair in Rob's Beverly Hills home, a team bonding experience.
It was five days before Christmas. The big game, the Christmas Day showcase against the Celtics, was something everyone was looking forward to.
Austin holding a glass of water instead of whiskey, leaned against the wall, his gaze tracking one person through the crowd of teammates, families, and front office staff...
Rui.
Rui was across the room, deep in conversation with JJ. The familiar, focused expression gave Austin butterflies.
He'd had a crush on Rui for what felt like forever, since early in Rui's arrival, when he'd stayed late after a grueling practice.
Rui's charm, his sudden, brilliant laugh that broke through his usual self, the way he'd hand Austin a Gatorade after a tough drill… it had all built into something, a feeling Austin carried with him every day.
Austin would always catch himself staring at Rui, admiring his handsome face, and get mesmerized by his deep, sweet voice.
What he didn't know was that near the fireplace, Rui was also stealing glances. He'd been drawn to Austin's country boy charm, the messy hair and the way he'd crack a joke that made Rui laugh into his towel.
They would always sit next to each other on the team plane, and there was a time when Austin was asleep, like a baby, and Rui spent the three hour flight, just watching him.
Watching those lips, he really wanted, desperately, to kiss.
Later, at the party, Austin headed for the patio to get some air. He pushed through the heavy French doors at the exact same moment Rui did, seeking the same quiet.
They both stopped short under the stone archway.
And there it was. A lush, perfect piece of mistletoe, tied with a purple and gold ribbon, dangling right above their heads.
Their eyes met, wide with surprise, then shot up to the plant, then back to each other. A flush crept up Austin's neck, making his cheeks pink. Rui also felt some warmth inside him, his palm getting sweaty.
"Oh," Rui said softly.
"Rob thinks of everything," Austin managed.
The moment stretched with an awkward feeling. They communicated with a glance on the court, and knew what to do just with a look, but now they're completely frozen.
The Christmas Day game felt simpler than this.
"We don't have to," Rui started, shifting his weight.
"It's just a silly… " Austin said at the same time, rubbing the back of his neck.
They both gave a strained, nervous chuckle. Then, with a courage, Austin took a tiny step forward.
"But… it might mess up our chemistry if we ignore it… team bonding and all."
Rui gave a small nod. They both leaned in, stiffly, at a slight angle.
Rui leaned closer, parted his lips slightly and pressed it on Austin's.
It was a soft collision.
Sweet in intention but undeniably a fumble.
They pulled back.
Austin's face felt hotter. And he's sure his face is redder now.
But then he saw it. Rui wasn't looking embarrassed or disappointed. He was looking determined. A fire was in his eyes, like, he was not ready to let it go.
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