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[saey707]

hey i saw your post abt viego!! if you're willing could you do smth about him helping a (female) reader with low self esteem?? ty ♥️♥️

✿ Prompt: Viego adores you ✿

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author's Note: Hello, anon! I love your request and was super eager to execute it as soon as possible ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა Keep in mind, I tried to execute King Viego in this headcanon, but you can envision him as post Ruination if you please! Hope you enjoy! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Your doting husband Viego worships the very grounds you walk upon. There isn't a single imperfection he can see in you, though, he can see very well that you don't feel the same way about yourself as he does you.

You saw the way people looked at you among the castle, the streets, and all the royal banquets and ceremonies. You heard of how people spoke of you, often with negative connotations and spite, because Camavor was not your home of origin.

It seemed like everyone believed you were out for nothing but power and a place on the throne of a domineering nation, beside an even more powerful conquistador, with the body of an Adonis and the hair of a fairytale Prince.

But Viego never once thought poorly of you.

He adored the curve of your lips, the softness of your smiles, and the selfless heart that allowed you to see the good in others... Even a man as arrogant and entitled as Viego.

Viego had hoped the little things like gifting you new dresses made of Ionian silk, jeweled necklaces, and gold bengals would be enough to allow you to see how beautiful you looked to him. However, materialistic things were never enough.

But your husband's innermost thoughts and the deep feelings he possessed about you definitely made the most significant impact.

From the day Viego discovered how poignant his words were to you, he made sure daily affirmations about everything he loved about you became a regular reminder. Never once would Viego allow you to think negatively about yourself, so long as he could prevent it!

He would serenade you with songs he wrote and distract your mind with one-on-one dances across hallways.

He would remind you of all your talents and why he fell in love with you in the first place over anyone he could have possibly had as a wife in Camavor... Well- Viego never said that last part, but still! While you stuck out like a sore thumb among the Camavoran people, that was only one more thing to add to the endless list of reasons why he fell in love with you!

Even though it was nothing new for Viego to show you physical affection, he still always did and would do more!

Viego removed his gloves whenever he dared to place a hand upon your soft skin, and he was always gentle as he caressed your face. He would begin by brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, dragging his fingers across the frame of your jawline. Then, his thumbs would graze over your painted lips, the hopeless romantic leaning in ever so slowly to capture your lips with his own in a passionate kiss.

He would listen to your woes and everything that made you feel lowly about yourself. And he would counterargue your insecurities, conquering them head-on and trying his best to allow you to see the good in yourself, as you so did with your others.

And if that doesn't work, he'll begin to open up about his own insecurities... As much as he hates to discuss his own fears and woes about himself, he knows you would never think ill of him. So why should you think ill of yourself?

The Camavoran King knows insecurities and low self-esteem are things that can't be cured overnight. But he hopes each and every day you know and are reminded just how much he loves you.

[saey707]

Mi Querida

✿ Prompt: Your needy boyfriend is a heavy metal musician ✿

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Honestly I haven't been in the mood to write anything serious (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) So these are just some (cough, self-indulgent, cough...) headcanon blobs for if you were modern Pentakill Viego's partner! Also! This is not my first time writing Penta Viego >:3 You can check out a longer one-shot that I wrote right here! Hope you all enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

Viego isn't the most admired musician, especially because of his temperamental attitude and massive ego- But you know when he's away from the cameras and lights he is a completely different person. He may be rough and tough, doesn't give an eff Mutaris the Dissonance on stage, but with you, he's just Viego.

Viego cusses out his laptop screen whenever people leave hate comments on his new singles and you always have to calm him down

You're the only person he allows to help touch up his hair dye. Sometimes he'll put some of the dye of the current colors he's using in your hair so the two of you can match!

No matter how many rings and accessories Viego bears, the one he keeps to match with you will always remain on his ring finger

Viego loves pre-show cuddles and pep talks in his dressing room

If he sees you in the crowd during a performance he'll always toss a rose to you. And he will most definitely start focusing most of his attention on you while he sings (even though it pisses off management)!

Hell, when Viego has the opportunity to, he will get on his knees and crawl to the edge of the stage so he could hold your face or hand while he sings. He knows exactly what he's doing and the effect his stage presence has on you every time he does it

When you're both out in public he will always protect you. Like hell, he'll ever let anyone get too close to his muse!

After performances, your nights together are often spent eating take-out, cuddling up to one another, and watching all of Viego's telenovelas he didn't get to watch live. You always have to hold him and wipe his dripping black mascara when he cries

Epiphanies for new songs consist of you constantly refilling his coffee cup and giving him occasional kisses while you both do your own things in silence

Despite the fact that Viego is a heavy metal musician, it won't stop him from writing love songs for you

He's a hopeless, pathetic romantic! His love songs are always in Spanish because he claims it "comes from his heart, home, and soul". It's how you know Viego is his most authentic and real self with you!

He loves the way your eyes light up when he starts to sing, the huge grin that shines when he begins to strum his guitar

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 8 {Viego}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: NTR (Netorare) Champion Focus: Viego (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) GN reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Honestly was thinking about doing Rakan for this day, but I was only imagining all the angry people that would be flooding my inbox... ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა So you all are stuck with Viego! Sorry Rakan fans, you'll have to wait for your turn another day. On the other hand, enjoy my Viego stans! (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

The one thing Viego feared more than anything was becoming like his father when it came to relationships. Now, that wasn't to say his father was unfaithful to any of the wives he had. He just never loved any of them as much as he loved Camavor, always putting the people and their inquisitions above all else.

Viego never understood it. Instead he always craved and desired a more… selfish love? He longed for a connection with someone. He was never born to be a leader, like his father! He could never be like his father…

However, it was King Viego's adulterous acts, and his infidelity, which certainly made him feel like he wasn't all that different from his father.

And still, he couldn't get enough of what he was doing.

There was a certain thrill in sneaking around behind closed doors with you.

At times he almost forgot you worked for him; that you were a lowly servant that never had a home, until his generous wife offered you a position in the royal castle.

Isolde gave you life and purpose. You knew you should owe her your life, an eternity of servitude perhaps.

If only she knew of the atrocities you committed with her husband behind her back...

If only Isolde was aware of the nights you spent sneaking out to the gardens to chat with Viego, the afternoons you would spend locked inside a guest room cuddled up to him, or the stolen kisses in the empty corridors before dinner.

Isolde deserved to be aware of that much and more… among other nefarious wrongdoings.

Moaning into Viego’s shoulder, he held you up by the thighs, fucking you against the door. “Mmphfuuuck~” you mewled as he filled your tight little hole.

His pace was steady, shushing you with a rough kiss to your lips. Your hands clawed into the fabric of his cape.

“Shhh, my love… You must be quiet.” Viego mumbled against your lips, though you already knew that. Because in the next room over, Isolde laid at rest, reading a book behind a thinly-veiled bed. She was all alone, while her husband repeatedly slammed himself into you.

“I wouldn’t have to be quiet if you and I just occupied my quarters in the opposite wing.” You reminded your king, Viego grunting and bucking his hips up into you again.

“I told… Isolde I was just finishing up some paperwork.” He informed, sliding out of you, so he could place you back down on your feet. “L-Like that’s believable~” You teased, Viego nudging his nose against your temple, brushing a lock of your hair away from your face.

Your legs trembled, stabilizing yourself against Viego’s figure. You breath was heavy and your lungs shallow, arms wrapped around the married man as he began to redress you.

“Well you will just have to wait until Isolde is asleep for me~” He kissed you on the lips.

You pouted, releasing him so you can stare up at your secret lover.

“Oh? What are we going to do, my King?” You whispered.

“Hmm…” Viego pretended to think, rubbing your arms, slouched forward as he took hold of your chin with one hand, his lips mere centimeters from your own.

Your breath faltered, eyes fluttering closed as he breathlessly spoke in that suave and sweet tone you adored. And for a brief moment you forgot all about who you were messing with, let alone the wife who had no idea of what her cheating husband was doing the next room over.

“We can do… Whatever you want, my love~“

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 1 {Viego}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: Masturbation Champion Focus: Pentakill! Viego (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Female reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Kinktober commences! {¬º-°}¬ I am a day behind because I contemplated participating in a challenge this month, but here we are! Also, my kinktober posts will have this layout because it is a special event. I wanted to differentiate how it looks from my normal posts. Enjoy, my little freaks (o ｀▽´ )oΨ PS: All pics are mine above. I took them during the Pentakill Concert!

Your boyfriend was a great musician. With that, you know there would be a point where you would have to endure being away from him for an extended amount of time.

However, with Viego as your boyfriend, it becomes more of an extent where he'll have to endure being away from you.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

"I told you Viego. I have to get back to finding work. Besides, someone needs to be watching over the house while you're gone." You snickered, "I mean, who knows what crazy fans will try to steal your shit. You're a big deal now, baby." Huffing, Viego blew a lock of hair out of his face, forcing himself to sit up now.

"So what... None of that matters! You're killing me by not being here, mi corazón! I can't bear being away from you this long!"

Melodramatically, your boyfriend raised the back of his hand to his forehead, falling back in his chair.

You blew a playful smooch to Viego, the musician groaning and lulling his head back, "Now you're just being cruel..." His voice barely registered through his shitty webcam. But you heard him well and clear. And you couldn’t help but feel empathetic to Viego’s suffering.

"Oh yeah, well how about I make it up to you then, baby~?" You suggested.

Reeling his head back up, Viego gaped at you. When you didn’t offer any other words, he raised his brows. You knew he was expecting you to say something, urging you to continue.

But there was nothing more telling than the way you slowly pushed your laptop back with your foot, your back falling against your pillow with a gentle thud and rock of your laptop. Viego took in the gorgeous sight. He sunk into his seat.

How he wished he was with you right now so he could give your plump thighs a delightful squeeze…

As if you read his mind, your hands trailed to your thighs, leaving Viego frozen with a beautiful, red glow on his cheeks. You had him wrapped around your finger. And he loved every minute of this.

Giving your bare thighs a squeeze, Viego bit his bottom lip when you pressed your head back against the headboard with a cute hum.

"Ah...~ I realllyyy miss you, Viego..."

You were really killing Viego now. He felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. “I miss you too, princess…”

He swallowed hard, instinctively trailing a hand to the rim of his tight, black pants. He had just got back to his hotel room from a concert and didn't even bother to change. Viego never did. He always prioritized video chatting with you straight after a concert.

You opened your legs, giving the musician a clear view of what he’s been missing out on. He licked his lips, leaning forward, his chest pressed against the desk. Fuck… He cursed under his breath.

Viego greedily watched as your fingers lapped against the thin fabric covering your pussy.

Just hearing him call you princess was enough to make you sopping wet, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you pleasured yourself. “You look so beautiful, mi corazón~” He edged you on with that sexy, low tone you loved, causing a wonderfully lewd noise to pull from the back of your throat. Viego’s never heard you make that noise before…

The longer Viego stared, the hastier he grew. His breath shuttered silently, admiring how your fingers made slow, circular motions and rubbed up and down over your pussy. It’s like you were asking for him to fuck you senseless as soon as he got home in a few days!

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quick to release his cock with his hand. “Fuck, princess…”

Viego abused his own dick in perfect unison with your own movements, biting down on his bottom lip as he hunched forward. One hand was gripping the edge of the desk, a sloppy string of curse words a melody trailing to your wanting ears.

“Ahh~ Viego… ♡ Ahh~! ♡”

You hooked the edge of your panties with your free hand, spreading your legs wider, “Let me see you, Viego… I want to see daddy’s big cock~! ♡”

Your boyfriend wasted no time in readjusting his webcam for you, pointing it lower so his head was out of frame. All you can see was a hint of his red locks and his slutty, toned waist until he perfectly captured his dick.

“Look what you did to me, princess~” He pumped his cock until precum began to slick over his hand. You felt a rush of heat wash over you, loud, prolonged mewls following as you pushed your panties to the side. Your heart was beating fast and Viego picked up speed seeing your exposed clit.

Everything felt like it was moving a million miles an hour.

Your fingers brushed over your folds before you inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out. He was sent into overdrive. His wanting hand picked up its desperate pace until he was huffing for breath.

"Oh, (Y/N)... Agh... Fuck, reinita... Qué linda~" His accent drove you over the edge, and you could tell he was smirking. A high-pitched moan followed his praise as your fingers curled inside your pussy.

Your moans intertwined with Viego’s until you were slicked over with sweat, clothes leaving a prickling sensation against your skin. Your hair clung to the sides of your face. You felt uncomfortable. You felt sticky.

But you didn't care.

"Ah, my love~!!" You can tell Viego was about to snap. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was at his limit.

But with half-lidded eyes, you drew out your little game.

You breathed out enough sound to pull him from his self-abuse, and inevitably, elicit a string of Spanish cursing from the overstimulated musician that was ready to reach his climax: "Wait until I come first, babe~"

Like a good boyfriend, he abides by your demands. You were his queen, which made playing peasant boy until you were satisfied alright with him.

Viego knew full and well that when he gets home from this tour of torment he'll have all the time in the world to conquer your heart!