I would love to see Dr. Robby helping reader warm up her hands (frigid fingers I think the prompt was) after she was stuck out in the snow.
warm on a cold night
pairing: neighbor!dr. michael 'robby' robinavitch x female reader
summary: when you're locked out of your building during a snow storm, you knock on your neighbor's door.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping, implied age gap (reader's age isn't mentioned, just that Robby's older), dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, angel), aftercare, neighbors to lovers, fast burn
word count: 1.7k
a/n: ahhh Val i'm so so so so so glad you sent something in for Robby, i've been secretly wanting to write for him for a while and this was the perfect opportunity!! the fic title comes from the song "warm on a cold night" by HONNE, which i think fits the tone perfectly 🤭 also fun fact, electronic door locks can freeze if they aren't built to withstand freezing temperatures, which i learned the hard way last winter 😅 (too bad i didn't have a hot doctor neighbor to go to!) anyway, i hope you enjoy what i came up with—thanks for playing my blizzard bacchanal game ♡
The shivering of your shoulders and clattering of your teeth were uncontrollable by the time you decided to bite the bullet and knock on your neighbor's door. You’d avoided it too long already, and with no word from your landlord, you couldn’t stay out in the snow storm any longer.
“H-hi, D-Dr. Robby," you said as brightly as you could manage between nearly numb lips, your hands shoved deep into the pockets of your coat, fingers curled in on themselves. "I'm locked out, d'you mind if I w-wait in your apartment?"
The winter wind howled at your back, more snow falling from the night sky and coating the bag of trash on the sidewalk—the entire reason you’d gone outside in the first place. It had only been when you’d tried to get back inside that you discovered you couldn’t.
Dr. Robby took one look at you, shivering pathetically on his stoop, and immediately stood aside, ushering you in with a brisk, "Come in, come in."
As soon as the door closed behind you, your body gave an involuntary shudder at the warmth of his home. Clumsily, you began kicking off your boots while explaining your plight.
"I had no idea those electronic door locks could freeze and stop working—did you know?” you asked, awkwardly continuing to babble without stopping to let him answer. “Well, I texted my landlord, but I haven’t heard anything yet…”
Warm hands caught your trembling fingers where you were having trouble unzipping your coat and you looked up to find Robby towering over you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Another shiver skated down your spine, one that wasn’t entirely from the delicious warmth.
"Let me help you, sweetheart," the older man murmured, his voice gentle but leaving no room for argument. He waited for you to bob your head in a nod before he made quick work of unzipping your coat and helping you out of it. "Let's get you warmed up, yeah?"
The doctor led you over to his couch and tugged a thick blanket off the back, wrapping it around your shoulders over the sweater and leggings you wore, then guided you to sit down. He started to move away toward the kitchen, but your frigid fingers caught his hands.
"P-please, Dr. Robby, my hands…hurt," you forced out in between chattering teeth, the chill in your body somehow worse. Some of your shaking was from being in such close proximity to the hot doctor neighbor you'd harbored a crush on for months, but the cold in your bones eclipsed even your nervousness.
"Just Robby is fine," he responded, sitting beside you on the couch and taking your hands in his.
You let out a soft moan of delight at the warmth of his touch, even as a prickling sensation began to erupt beneath your skin.
"How long were you out there in the snow, sweetheart?"
Your gaze dropped from his kind, lined face to where his large hands were wrapped around your smaller ones and he took the gesture for the answer it was: Too long.
Letting out a displeased little grunt, Robby shuffled closer to you on the couch.
He let go of your hands for a moment to wrap the blanket tighter around your shoulders and your hands fell to his stomach. They sneaked beneath the edges of the zip-up hoodie he wore unzipped over a long-sleeved henley, seeking the warmth of his body.
Robby sucked in a breath, no doubt feeling the cold seeping through his clothes. When you looked up, your eyes drawn by the sound, his handsome face was so close—close enough that you could see every thread of silver in his beard and every fine, crinkling line around his eyes.
"Hi," you murmured, instinctively pulling your legs up onto the couch and curling your body into Robby's. "You're warm,” you said lamely, feeling a little silly for stating the obvious. But then the air between you and the older doctor crackled with tension and he leaned infinitesimally closer.
"You want me to warm you up, angel?" Robby asked, his voice lowered to a deep, delicious rumble.
His thumb brushed against your cheek, and when you didn’t flinch away, he cupped your face in the calloused palm of his hand. Instinctively, you nuzzled into his touch, as greedy for every trace of heat you could steal from him as you were for the care in his gentle palm.
Robby huffed a disbelieving sound, his eyes staring at you with open wonder, and muttered, "You sure you want an old man like me, sweetheart?”
Biting your lip, you stared deep into Robby's warm brown eyes and nodded. "I've wanted you for months,” you confessed, hoping to reassure him.
For a long moment, he simply stared at you, astonishment dancing in his eyes, and then his mouth was capturing yours in the sweetest kiss. Robby kept it chaste at first, a brush of his lips against yours, a sweet suckling of your upper lip, but you chased after him every time he tried to pull away.
Finally, frustrated, you climbed into Robby's lap, your thighs straddling him and your fingers threading through his short beard as you kissed him ravenously. With a groan, he finally gave in and kissed you back with a fervor that matched yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and dancing with yours as heat built between your bodies.
Spreading your thighs wider, you lowered your hips and scooted closer until the apex of your thighs pressed against the thick hard ridge of Robby's cock. One of his hands reached into his sweats to adjust himself, laying his half-hard length against his soft belly for you to rub against. Then he was gripping your ass through your leggings and urging you to grind on him.
"Take what you need, angel," he growled against your lips. "Take what you need before I embarrass myself by coming in my pants just from kissing you."
His words sparked a ferocious desire deep in your chest and you worked your hips in a sensual, undulating roll, dragging your clothed pussy down the long, thick length of Robby's cock over his sweats. When you reached the bottom, you slid back up, your thighs trembling as they pressed against the soft pouch of his belly.
"Robby," you gasped into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders as you humped on his cock. "You feel so good. Oh—oh god, Robby."
Your hips worked faster, rocking against his hard length and finding an angle that had your clit rubbing perfectly over his rigid shaft. You clung to him with all your strength, the building heat and delicious friction driving your pleasure higher and higher.
"That's it, angel, you're doing so well for me," Robby murmured in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, his beard rasping deliciously against your bare, sensitive skin. "Feel how hard I am—it's all for you, sweetheart. All for that pretty mouth and this juicy ass."
He punctuated his statement by gripping your soft curves hard and spreading you open even further, until your lower lips parted and you felt the burning heat of his cock even more exquisitely through your clothes.
You gasped, rocketing ever closer to your release and began grinding harder on Robby's dick, uncaring about rhythm or anything else. You were just seeking your release.
"Fuuuck yes, angel, ride my cock," Robby encouraged, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your sweater and pressing his calloused palms against your bare skin. They skirted up to cup your tits, his thumbs teasing your peaked nipples and making you twitch in his lap. "Make yourself feel good—make yourself cum."
"Robby! Oh god, Robby, 'm gonna—" your words cut off on a cry as the tension coiling tight in your core snapped. You came with a whimpering moan, your body shaking in the older man’s lap, unable to keep humping his hard length.
"Good girl, such a good girl, so fucking pretty when you cum," Robby cooed, shoving his hand between your thighs and rubbing your pussy through your leggings to help you ride out your release. "Oh fuck."
Robby's bitten off curse was your only warning before he shuddered beneath you, burying his face in your neck and groaning his own release, his hips humping up from the couch with one of his arms banded around your back to keep you on his lap.
When you were spent, you collapsed against Robby, who crushed you tight to his chest. Together, you caught your breath, your mouths finding each other for a long, languid kiss.
Eventually, you extricated yourself from Robby, and he helped you to stand, making sure you were steady on your feet before he led you up to his bedroom. There, he got you a change of clothes—complete with thick socks, sweatpants and a sweatshirt—then the two of you took turns in the bathroom, changing and cleaning yourselves up.
Since you were done first, you padded back down to the entryway and retrieved your phone from your coat pocket. You made a small, disgruntled noise at the message from your landlord.
When you heard Robby in the living room, you turned around and followed him to the kitchen, where you hesitated in the doorway, your fingers twisting in the hem of the sweatshirt he'd given you.
"Looks like my landlord can't get anyone over here until tomorrow," you said, your voice halting. "Would it be okay if I crashed here tonight. I can take the couch," you offered quickly, not wanting to be an imposition or make assumptions after what had happened on the couch.
Robby's mouth twisted into a smile and he padded back over to you, looping his arms around your waist and tugging you close until you were pressed flush against his soft belly. You stared up into his handsome face, admiring the crinkles and the warmth of his eyes.
"It would be my honor to keep you warm all night, angel," he promised, ducking his head and capturing your lips in a kiss.
For the rest of the night, your neighbor, Dr. Robby, did exactly that—doing everything in his power to keep you warm on a cold night in Pittsburgh.
thanks for reading!! reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡♡
My original blog Crazyunsexycool was terminated and I have no idea why… while that account hopefully gets reinstated I created a new one! If I can’t get the original back I’ll repost the fics I have here. In the mean time I might just post new one shots I’m working on!
I was scrolling on tiktok and saw a post asking for Bucky Barnes fics so I’m looking through the comments and I saw you had been recommend! Thought you should know because you’re writing is great! 💛💛💛
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STOPPPP 😭😭 i’m actually screaming crying throwing up at being perceived on tiktok of all places?? like??? me??? on the clock app??? for bucky barnes fanfiction? this is insane behavior and my brain doesn’t want to believe it. but omg thank you SO much for telling me this i could kiss you on the forehead rn. this means the actual world to me, i’m gonna go lay down now
I am absolutely loving Embers! The way you write Bucky is just perfection. 😍😍😍
I was think after the last chapter Reader told Carol that maybe she needed to start over working with $5 crayola paint. Then she tells Bucky that she hasn’t been inspired to paint because of everything that’s happened.
What if Bucky, Carol and Sarah convince reader to teach a painting class for beginners at the bar and they call it Paint and Pints. Just to help her get back her love of paint.
You have everyone there including Dum Dum, Bucky, Steve, Nat and Sarah (mom) to show their support! While Carol and Sarah work the bar. 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Anyways I’m also going to leave this right here…
PAINT AND PINTS THAT'S SO CUTE I LOVE THISSS!!
Okay so I already have like 95% of the story written (which touches on whether or not Oak decides to paint again), but I may or may not keep this in my back pocket if I write any one-shots or something....
Either way I loveeee that you're putting so much thought into how the series is going to go!! That makes my little writer heart so happy :,)
