(Incandescent)...Multifandom Imagines

Preference||Multifandom

They see you in a state of undress by accident

Bucky Barnes:
You had just stepped out of the shower when Bucky walked into the bathroom, completely oblivious to your state. His eyes widened as he took in your naked form, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. "Doll, I didn't realize you were... uh, sorry," he stammered, turning to leave but unable to resist a second glance. You chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection. "It's okay, Bucky. You've seen me like this before," you said softly. He turned back, his expression softening as he walked towards you. "Yeah, but every time feels like the first," he murmured, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

Loki Laufeyson:
You were in the midst of changing when Loki appeared in your room, his usual mischievous smirk faltering as he realized you were undressed. His eyes raked over you appreciatively before he quickly looked away, a rare moment of bashfulness. "Apologies, my love. I did not mean to intrude," he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. You wrapped a robe around yourself, smiling at his rare display of modesty. "It's fine, Loki. Just give me a warning next time," you teased. He chuckled, his confidence returning as he approached you, a hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "I shall endeavor to be more courteous, though I must admit, the view was quite enchanting."

Tony Stark:
Tony had been working on a project in the lab when he decided to surprise you, not realizing you were in the middle of changing. As he walked in, his eyes widened in surprise, but a playful grin quickly replaced his shock. "Well, hello there, gorgeous," he drawled, leaning against the doorframe. You blushed, quickly grabbing a towel to cover yourself. "Tony, knock next time!" you scolded, though you couldn't help but smile at his cheekiness. He shrugged, walking over and pulling you into his arms despite your half-hearted protests. "Can't help it if my timing is impeccable. Besides, who wouldn't want to see their stunning girlfriend in all her glory?"

Peter Parker:
Peter swung into your room through the open window, not realizing you were in the middle of changing. His eyes widened, and he quickly turned his back, his face turning crimson. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched with embarrassment. You hurriedly pulled on a shirt, laughing at his flustered state. "It's okay, Peter. Just give me a minute next time," you said gently. He nodded, still facing away, his shoulders tense. "I didn't mean to... I mean, you're beautiful, but... yeah, I'll wait," he rambled. You walked over and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, Peter. I appreciate the compliment," you said, making him relax and turn to face you with a shy smile.

Sirius Black:
Sirius Black opens the door to your shared room, expecting you to be dressed and ready for your planned date. Instead, he finds you stark naked, and his eyes light up with mischief. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he teases, leaning casually against the doorframe. His gaze is appreciative and admiring, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "I must say, you've outdone yourself this time. Need any help getting dressed, love?" His tone is playful, but there's a sincere warmth in his eyes as he steps forward, ready to assist—or distract—you as needed.

Remus Lupin:
Remus Lupin quietly enters the room, a book in hand, only to freeze when he sees you naked. His cheeks flush a deep red, and he immediately turns his back to give you some privacy. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were...um...not dressed," he stammers, his voice gentle and respectful. He keeps his gaze firmly on the wall, but you can sense his internal struggle. "Just let me know when it's safe to turn around," he adds with a soft chuckle. Despite his initial embarrassment, there's a tender understanding in his demeanor, as he waits patiently for your cue.

Dean Winchester:
You step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself before heading into the bedroom. As you open the door, you freeze, realizing Dean is standing there, shirtless and rummaging through his duffel bag. He looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you. "Whoa, sweetheart, didn't mean to intrude," he says, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Not that I'm complaining." You blush, clutching the towel tighter. "Dean, I—" He steps closer, his expression turning softer. "Hey, it's okay. You're beautiful, you know that?"