Hello Tess🫂❤️❤️ if it's not too much (and if you have time, of course)...can I ask for Hajun, Susanoo and Hermes headcanons with a painter reader? Especially if the reader likes to sketch them or paint them often...a little painter simp!
If you don't want to do it or don't feel like it, that's totally fine!❤️
Don’t I want to do this? I COULDN’T WAIT TO DO THIS! my first Susanoo request, I’m so excited!
I know you asked for headcanons, but I ended up writing scenarios as well, and they, hm… got out of hand. And so you know… before I fell for Thor, I had a weakness for Hermes, and now thanks to you it came back to me!😭😭😭
Anyway I hope you’re feeling better today, Sunny🌞
RoR: Painter!Reader (Hajun, Susanoo, Hermes) 🔞
Let’s not pretend this is kind of person who would stop to look at a beautiful view.
Before he met you, he didn’t give an art second thought. After he met you? He thinks it's pointless, but there are works you show him that make his eyes widen for a split second. Hajun then goes back to pretending that it bores him to death…
If you really want to catch his attention, use bright colors and don't paint something boring.
You always make such a mess with the paints… He likes it.
Oh, you want to teach him to draw? Problems start with his I-don’t-care attitude, then you have to deal with countless broken pencils because he grips them too hard, and of top of that refuses to follow your instructions. Surprisingly Hajun isn’t the first who loses patience.
He's usually unaware that you're drawing him. It's nothing new that you're staring at him.
He doesn't ask what you're drawing, he has to look after his image, but when he thinks you're not looking, he takes a quick peek. Tease him and he will be offended.
Whenever you sketched Hajun, you always used as many thick lines as possible, to better reflect his demonic nature. This time wasn’t different.
You sat down near his training ground - that is, simply any place that could have been damaged - and sketched him from the distance. You weren’t usually this obvious, but Hajun was too focused on himself to notice anyway…
— Why do you keep peeking? — he asked right after you looked again.
You looked at him over your sketchbook.
— I’m sketching you — you explained simply, almost indifferently.
Hajun stared at you with a dull expression, making you almost lose your cool.
— Show me — he demanded, stepping closer to you.
You did as he said.
— It still needs some improvements, but generally I’m quite contented with…
— That’s me? — Hajun interrupted you.
Now you were the one with the dull expression on your face. Hajun sounded so serious that you took another look at your unfinished work. You saw very well reproduced facial features, proper body proportions, decent shadows and a good capture of his arrogant expression, something you were most proud of. Apart from the lack of horns and blood, it was impossible to understand how he couldn't see the striking resemblance.
— Ouch! — you giggled — It resembled you! — you shouted, almost angry.
— I don’t have such face — was his reply.
You clearly don’t have a mirror either… you though, but didn’t dare say it out loud.
— And my arms should be bigger — he added, pointing a dirty finger at your sketch.
— Well, you aren’t tightening them now, are you? — you said, slightly annoyed at this point.
You both stared at each other for a moment, until a strange tension began to build around you. You quickly glanced at your sketch and then at Hajun again.
— Maybe… they’re not big enough — you admitted slowly — But I can fix it, if only you provide a right source.
Hajun remained calm, almost too calm after your obvious provocation.
— You may not know how to draw me properly, but you definitely know how to talk to me, little harlot — his calm voice irritated the hell out of you, but hearing that nickname gave you chills.
— Come, you'll have to take a closer look — he grabbed your arm and led you towards the field. The sketchbook fell from your hand and landed on the ground.
— My sketchbook, wait!
— You don’t need it — Hajun didn't let you break free from his grip.
He would show interest in your art. Not necessarily a lot of interest. He may give the impression that he is indifferent to art, but he can actually appreciate beautiful works of art.
You can’t expect Susanoo to talk about art tho. It’s just not his thing. He may ask you questions about details, different methods of painting or the inspiration behind each work, but he will not take an active part in the conversation. He just tries to show you he cares (not about art, but you).
If you prefer to prepare your paints yourself, asks him for a help. He may be a little grumpy about it, but he wouldn't say no to you.
Of all your works, Susanoo likes motion painting the most. There’s something special about them. This frozen moment, captured in time. The more creative you can get, the better.
If you paint him, remember to be sure to properly convey all his grandeur and capture his majesty in all its splendour. Take it seriously, after all he isn’t some small fry.
You were chilling on a couch, practising in your sketchbook. Susanoo was expected to meet the other gods about Ragnarok in an hour, so you were all by yourself. So the timing was perfect to complete one of the hidden projects. Nobody could interrupt you or look over your shoulder, or at least that's what you thought…
— Oho, that’s how you like me, girl? — you heard Susanoo’s husky voice right behind you and jumped up with a loud scream. The pencil fell out of your hand.
Susanoo laughed out loud at your reaction.
— It’s just a sketch… — you muttered. At this point hiding sketchbook or pretending you didn’t draw his exposed… things was pointless.
Susanoo sat down next to you, his arm rested on the back of the couch.
— Let me see… — he tried to take sketchbook from you, but your grip tightened — Don’t be shy — said Susanoo, and so you gave up.
Susanoo looked at your unfinished work and studied it for a moment. His impassive face gave you no hint of what was going through his mind.
— You could sketch me in any position, but I can clearly see what was your priority here.
You giggled, trying to ignore your warm cheeks. But what you couldn’t ignore was his hand appearing on your thigh. His other arm, which had been resting on the back of the couch, now happened to be wrapped around you as Susanoo pulled you closer to him. The sketchbook fell to the floor, but you didn't think much of it because you were too busy kissing his hungry lips.
Whenever Susanoo kissed you, he always gave his all. His tongue explored your mouth, his firm grip on your back, he liked to feel your body pressed against his, your warmth and the trembling he made you feel. It always put him in the right mood.
While he played with your mouth, you caressed his crotch. It wasn't long before you felt a growing bulge under your fingers. Susanoo’s hand untied your obi and slowly slipped between the flaps of your yukata. The feel of his warm fingers on your breasts sent shivers down your spine.
Before lust could completely consume you, you mumbled:
— Aren’t you supposed to have a meeting with other gods soon?
Susanoo opened his eyes between kisses, you knew you had angered him.
— I don’t understand why you dragged them into this — he replied dryly and pulled you even closer so that you were sitting on his lap.
— You will be late!
— Yes — he kissed your chin, then moved to your bare neck — And I don’t see a problem with it.
— You and your stubbornness — you whispered, feeling yourself slowly fall under his spell as his tongue licked your skin. Just as Susanoo thought as he squeezed your buttocks hard. Maybe a little too hard. You moaned, but the slight pain jolted your senses awake.
You stopped a kiss, pushing Susanoo away. He watched in surprise as you covered your breasts and reached for your sketchbook.
— You’re late — you announced, sitting up straight next to him — And I have to finish my sketch — you pointed at your sketch of him.
— No, no, girl — Susanoo said in a voice that brooked no objections — You have to finish me. The real one, over here — he took your sketchbook and threw it away.
You huffed at his demanding tone, but didn’t oppose when Susanoo pulled you to him once again.
Since the beginning, you two always talk about art. Hermes was known for his musical abilities basically throughout the universe. You two have a special place for art in hearts.
Hermes likes to talk to you about painting, but he is quite demanding. Art is subjective, but don’t you think he wouldn’t notice if you get sloppy painting some particular part you don’t like. Oh, yes, Oh, yes, he’s gonna point that out.
If you don’t paint for some time, he notices it and asks you about the reason behind it. He encourages you for keep trying, especially if you feel stuck and lack motivation.
I feel like if you try hard enough, you could convince him to draw with you. Hermes would expect some kind of tutorial from you, but after his first work it turns out that he has experience and was just playing along.
Hermes doesn’t have favourite type of painting, because he believes that everything can positively surprise him, but he really enjoy seeing first raw sketch of your work and then its final version, for comparisons.
Sketch it as much as you want, at any moment and how you see fit. Hermes doesn’t mind being watched, in fact he really likes feeling your eyes on him.
Your favourite place to relax was the garden at Olympus in the morning, when everyone was busy with their duties or hadn't even started their day yet. You sat on a bench surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and trees, and the silence disturbed only by chirping of birds and the occasional wind whistling. You turned yourself off.
Perhaps you shouldn’t. Otherwise, you would have notice earlier that someone appeared next to you.
— That looks good — said Hermes in his flawless butler uniform.
— I-I-I was just-! It’s… — you hid your sketchbook behind your back, feeling how you cheeks got warm.
— A very good sketch of naked me — Hermes finished the sentence for you with a playful smile.
You gave in to that smile, and burst out laughing.
— Okay, you got me — you tucked your hair behind your ear — I was just practising silhouettes, and then I thought about you and… — you shrugged, embarrassed.
— Well I supposed it’s my fault. I've been very absent lately, haven't I?
Hermes sat down next to you.
— You… aren’t you busy now? — you asked, a bit surprised, because you didn't remember the last morning you spent together.
— I’m, but who would I be if I couldn't manage dozen or so minutes for you, y/n? — he smiled again, but this time it was a rare kind of smile that Hermes almost never presented. A genuine smile that wasn't the result of politeness or manners.
— May I see the rest of it? — he asked.
Without thinking, you handed over sketchbook to Hermes. It’s foolish of you to assume that he only wanted to see your unfinished work.
— D-don’t! — you said, but it was too late.
Hermes started to leaf through every sketch you had ever drew, including the inappropriate ones. And there was a whole lot of him there. You’ve shown him some of them before, but not every single one. After all, you didn’t want him to know this side of you… too well. It wasn’t lady like.
— Well… — Hermes’ voice sounded as polite as always — It seems I’ve neglected you very much.
Your cheeks burned to the core and Hermes clearly enjoyed that sight. His red eyes sparkled with joy, and if you weren’t so embarrassed you might have hit him for it.
— I think you did… — you found yourself saying.
You bit your lower lip.
— Eh, what can I say? It’s all your fault! You’re such a good model — you shrugged, trying not to smile too broadly — My hands just want to draw you!
Hermes stared at you for a moment. If you didn’t know him, you’d probably assume he was thinking of some sort of riposte, but years of being together had taught you that the only thing that could match his practiced politeness was his sharp mind.
To your surprise, Hermes took your hand and started massaging it gently, the fabric of his glove was warm and soft. He caressed your fingers, touched your wrist, even checked your pulse for a moment. There was something very relaxing and natural about his moves, because for a moment you forgot how busy he was and that he would have to return to his duties soon.
— Have I mentioned that my favourite part of your body are hands? — he asked you after a long silence. You shook your head in denial, which encouraged him to expand his thoughts — It’s not just the matter of these graceful fingers. Nor is it a matter of what you can create with them. I feel I adore them so, because whenever I’m bored with duties, I find solace in fantasizing about how these hands will take care of me later.
Your eyes met again and you could have sworn you saw something rare in his pupils, but it was quickly hidden behind Hermes' playful nature.
He stood up.
— Well, I should get back to my duties now — he adjusted the flaps of his jacket — Please, dear, keep these sketches to yourself, because they’re very accurate — he winked.
