#Wajid

[unwashed-laundry]

MWA!! (๑>◡<๑)

Heya!! So after writing about the big three (IN MY OPINION) it’s time to step out my comfort zone and um do my least favorite pairings so starting off with VP x Wajid

I listened to the first ep and honestly it was alr just wasn’t my cup of tea tbh so spare me cause i barely know anything abt them

also thank so much to @themonotonysyndrome forr doing those wajid headcanons it literally saved me

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VP was nowhere near the average noblewoman—an aspiring dream of hers that was captured once she became the face of Modas alongside… how would she put it? F⋆ckface Wajid. He was her only superior, the roadblock to her true success that she convinced herself she was destined for.

"The fabric here was dubbed 'out of season' years ago," Wajid said, his sensual voice clearing the chatter among the meeting oval. VP sharpened her glare, hoisting it towards him, before sighing quietly.

"And that's exactly why we should revive it. Listen, those very same clothes are coming back in; our customers miss the nostalgia!" VP exclaimed, her voice rigid in a way that could cut through Wajid's annoyed expression.

The other employees of Modas exchanged worried looks, all sharing the same pace of their nervous hearts.

"This season is florals, and everyone seated at this table knows that," Wajid interlocked his hands together, resting them on the table.

VP's eyes twitched slightly at his unnecessary rebuttal.

"We've had intricate lines before; combine the florals and nostalgia then," VP said, her voice raising slightly. She couldn't miss such a valuable gold pot of ideas that her proposal brought.

"That sounds more utterly stupid than your last ideas," Wajid muttered.

"And we barely survived with those," she shot back.

The silence was deafening, closing in on the meeting room. VP held back a curse against him, biting her tongue.

One brave stylist stood up, clearing his throat.

"Sir, our consumers are leaning into styles from the past, such as the transparent sleeves. And our sources say that Duchess Mentary was seen wearing a boater at her birthday dinner."

The stylist formed a strained smile, quickly readjusting his tie as the room fell silent once more.

VP's smirk widened from the indirect support of her peers. She cleared her throat, easily hiding her sh⋆t-eating grin.

"Thank you for that input," VP said, giving the nod for the stylist to take his seat again.

Wajid sighed and dug his two index fingers into the crease of his furrowed brow. His tension in his shoulders settled slightly. He briefly lifted his eyes to VP, the opposite of him.

"Input transparent sleeves into the next line; let's see how our customers react, and we'll go from there," Wajid said as he stood from his seat. His gaze stuck on the VP, who, behind her polite little grin, celebrated with a well-pleased gleam in her eyes.

As VP made her way out of the meeting oval, sharing small smiles with the other departing stylists and employees, Wajid waited at the door, his glare dedicated to her as she moved past with a smug smirk.

"You think defying me is fun now?" Wajid whispered against her ear, his lips grazing her skin.

"If it gets a humbling reaction, then yes, it’s fun," VP whispered back as she tilted her head up to him, noticing his hands flinching to grab her, but he remembered their environment.

"Try that again with me later and I'll have you bent over my lap once more, understand?" Wajid's hands dipped to the small of her back, causing a shiver of nerves to run down her spine.

i hope u enjoyed this ! Not very romantic unfornatuly more like bicker...added that last part to smooth it out.

please please please give me tips abt their characters so i can develop them more

i fear i didnt do much justice (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

BYE BYE CUPCAKE !

[themonotonysyndrome]

i'm writing possessive castin headcanons because 1. i want to and 2. its a gift for you because i said so and youre just that awesome and amazing and cunty and marvelous and yyaaassss

Awww, lemme thank you in advance, Maddie. You know just how to cheer me up! Seeing your posts when my notifications pops up is also a treat skjdnfjksdfsdf

Also.

Here! I wanna share a snippet too:

I was really inspired by @unwashed-laundry oneshot and I wanted to practice writing shorter pieces~

So this is gonna be VP as the Listener and not my OC, Shaiha.

[enchanted-adelina]

Nightmare

I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night..

Wajid x VP (reader) | MDNI 18+

genre/summary: smut/18+ | disobeying & disrespecting a CEO; a risky leap. wajid ensures consequence, even if he's on a call..

cw: penetration, degrading/praise kink, spanking, just wajid being rough in general, vp is a brat (shocker!) tw: man who thinks he's all that

a/n: i hardly know anything about this couple. we're going to turn a blind-eye to the cheating for a quick sec, in favor of replacing it with a funny little title, 'office/workplace romance'. this was a bit rushed, but i wanted to write one more thing before i go on my trip. ib the song: nightmare (halsey)

'Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the Goddess, my soul to keep

If I shall die before I wake

I pray the Goddess, my soul to take'

-

A person in life typically stands at crossroads, reflecting on the different paths they’ve taken in life; and their consequences. People also—at one time or another; have been deceived. Trusted and manipulated by the ones they chose to rely on.

You've trusted lies.

You've trusted men.

The fashion world had always been a breeding ground for the most egotistical of souls. Wajid was not an exception to this stereotype.

You could play nice.

You could be a bully.

But as Wajid sat across from you, eyes fixed like an unrecognized forced was overpowering him—you didn't know what to be. All you could remember was little bits from the most recent meeting; regarding shipment to the Coastal Empire.

You weren't sure why—but you were indignant. The world had been testing your patience exceedingly as of late. Not to mention being aggrieved by Wajid's treatment.

'Wajid's treatment', meaning: his uncanny and infuriating attempts to take control over your life. Whether it be his fierce protectiveness, or treating you as though you were a rebellious teen; like you were irresponsible and didn't know what the hell you were doing.

Perhaps the old you would've seen how he was just trying to help; how you were letting your heart get in the way of your brain. To stop being so damn stubborn, in favor of having a secure life.

You weren't perfect. Neither was Wajid. You two were the furthest things from it. And while you were divided by titles; you'd be damned if you'd worn anymore good heels from running from the truth.

"You could've at least given them a damn smile, VP." Wajid rubs his temples, as his elbows rest of the mahogany desk—the pressure causing it to creak. "You at least owe me that after everything."

You would've physically recoiled if not for your better judgment. Who the hell did he think he was? You were growing progressively tired of these childish games; indirectly claiming superiority over you, with an action he voluntarily chose to do? Was he fucking kidding?

But now wasn't the time to let your composure slip. Composure meant vulnerability; a sacrifice you weren't willing to make.

"Kindness is weakness, Wajid. Or worse, you're complacent. You should know that." You narrow your eyes at him, your knuckles whitening from the grip on the chair. You even tilt your head a bit, a faux play at naive ignorance; just to piss him off.

Wajid rolls his eyes with you, scoffing with disgust at both your words and your forwardness. All you can do is sit back; arms crossed, and wait.

Lovely. This is turning into a staring contest. Maturity.. Someone grab a dictionary; clearly neither of you knew the meaning.

Men. They always had to ruin it by opening their fucking mouth. And there was nothing that irked a woman more; than being told to smile.

"I have nothing to smile about. I have no one to smile for; and I don't owe you a goddamn thing," You sit up from your chair; keeping eye contract with him as you hover over the desk. "Keep playing pretend land, Wajid. It's enlivening. And you can go to hell."

Wajid's vision darkens as your eyes pour into his. You reminded him somewhat of a siren; a Bridgette Bardot re-incarnated. He feels something inside him snap.

"You're my personal hell, VP. And Goddess fucking help me, I don't want to leave."

Before you get the chance to retort, he captures your lips in a painful kiss—as he bites your bottom lip, his tongue seeks entrance to your mouth; losing all sense of reason, you allow your lips to open. You gasp into his mouth when he grips the collar of your shirt—his tongue thrashing against yours like noblemen in a swordfight.

"You knew- Exactly what you were doing—" He grunts in between kisses, his chest heaving with exhilaration and the sheer adrenaline. Wajid's hands entagle in your hair, pulling back in order to angle you for a deeper kiss.

Your heartbeat is thrumming so fast it feels as though it's about to burst out of your chest. All your frustration towards him—not just sexual—had built up until this moment. The desperation wrecked havoc through your body, sending it to the already throbbing spot between your legs.

Wajid rubs up against you as he pulls you closer—and you can feel his arousal straining against his pants when you rock your hips into his. The friction feels like an abandonment of all your morals—but hey; been there, done that?

"Baseless claims- You should know better..." You coo, mock sympathy dripping from every word as he helps you discard your shirt onto the floor.

"Just- shut up." Wajid rolls his eyes at you, before gripping your hips and turning you around—his hands fitting around your waist like they were a glove, made to solely for that purpose.

Pulling your skirt above your hips—Wajid chuckles when he sees how wet you are for him already. Through your panties—your thighs making slick sounds as you involuntarily rub them together; the sound like music to his ears as you hear him unbuckle his belt.

"Bend over the desk, now."

"Mm, why should I? You've done nothing to earn it." The usual condescending in your tone is lacking, instead replaced with needy whimpers. You weren't as intimidating as you'd hopes.

"Bend over the desk now, VP. Or I will spank your ass until you can't fucking sit." He growls in your ear—the territorialism and possession making you shiver.

"You promise?"

You can't help but giggle at his reaction, his eyebrows furrowing together—and the familiar tick in his jaw that you saw when he was irritated.

Feeling a sharp sting of pain—you turn your head back to look at Wajid, a smug satisfaction painted all over his face at the sound of you croaking. Asshole.

You feel tears form at your eyelids as his palm meets the flesh of your ass again—his thumb tracing comforting circles around the red hand print practically engrained. Arching into the touch—you moan after the pleasure sets in.

"You still gonna be a whiny brat?" He asks, pinning your wrists behind your back as he mechanically bends you over himself, growing tired of your stubbornness.

"Wajid—!" You yelp when he slides two fingers into you, your breath coming in short stops as he finger-fucks you. He gives you a few seconds to adjust, before he pumps them in an out of you—enjoying feeling you clench around him.

Sadistic as it sounds—it was your desperation that drove him to the peak of insatiability. It had ensured he got what he wanted.

"T-t-the d-door," You manage to whine, lifting your head up to examine the lock. "It-it's n-not locked-"

"Good. Maybe this'll show you not to fuck with me, hmm? It's about time you learn your place.." He traces teasing circles around your clit, clearly just seeking a reaction at this point.

This was the thrill of it all. The thought of someone walking in and catching you—it bent to the darkest of your desires when it came to Wajid. To think of them coming in and seeing you be claimed by the man you were thought to have hated. You were a mess, but the mess he wanted.

The wet sloshing sound of his thick fingers pumping in and out of you sent you into a euphoric bliss—the entire predicament surreal when you saw it in retrospect.

Wajid removes his fingers from your aching pussy, licking them clean and savoring the taste of you with a satisfied hum. He wears a wicked smirk as he watches you stare at him—his skilled tongue rolling between his fingers as he sucks, like he can't get enough of your taste.

Stopping abruptly—he teases the head of his cock at your entrance, rubbing it up and down between your folds as he holds your eyes—another staring contest. His throat bobs when his tip becomes increasingly sensitive at the sensation—the throbbing becoming almost painful.

He finally thrusts into you in one motion—the stretch making you cry out for the Goddess herself, and you swear you see stars. As he buries himself to the hilt—you swear you feel him in your fucking kidney. He filled you so full, and you just felt too good to stop.

"Now—shut up and take it like a good little whore-"

You both pause when you hear the desk-phone ring—the familiar ringtone bringing you out of your whirlwind of pleasure.

Moving to get up, you try escaping his grip—half expecting him to let you get up—this was work after all. He took his job serious, you knew that.

"Don't. You. Dare." He commands, pinning your wrists harder before moving to pick up the phone.

Not looking away from you—he greets his associate on the other line, the greeting empty. Wajid places the phone between his shoulder and crook of his neck—holding it there as he resumes his pace. His eyes roll back as it increases, beads of sweat forming at his hairline.

"M-Mhm, yeah, I understand," He grunts out—his voice visibly strained when you fuck him back, bouncing your ass off his stomach, taking him deeper.

You whimper and moan when he hits all the right spots, the feeling just too good to remain quiet. Your head tilts back, your chest physically hurting when Wajid brings one of his hands to cover your mouth.

In retaliation, you clench your pussy around him—making him groan, before he disguises it as a cough.

"M-m-mn, yes, I'll talk to you then. W-we'll have something arranged."

Wajid hangs up the phone without a proper goodbye—tossing the phone onto the floor, the least of his priorities as of now. Cumming took first place.

"Good talk?" You ask as he pounds you into the desk, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Ye-yes," He answers, slamming into you repeatedly, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier with each roll of his hips.

"Wajid- Ungh—! Mm-m- gonna cum,' You breathe out, your mouth hanging open as you feel hot flashes course through you.

"Oh, are you now? Go ahead and cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, I'll have you remembering it for days."

Wajid's words finally push you over the edge as you finish around him—riding out your orgasm like it's the very last. You can feel the tension lifting from your shoulders as you reach the euphoric high you'd dreamed about ever since your first time with him.

He follows moments later, thick ropes of cum spurting across you unclothed back when he pulls out—leaving himself dripping on you as you writhe underneath his burning touch.

Leaning down, he kisses the open column of your neck, gently nipping and sucking just enough to leave faint marks. A once blank canvas now decorated with the remnants of him. It was only fair. You lived in his head all the fucking time—it was proof enough.

Wajid carefully grazes your back, picking up your shirt and setting it next to your head. You find it hard to move—your body limp and already sore from the rigorous pace he set.

"Better get back out there, VP. You've got a reputation to uphold, don't you?"

"M-mhm.. just a se-second.." You say, trying to subtly reassure yourself as your legs wobble and shake.

Well, one thing was for certain. Wajid was a man of his word. And may the Goddess be damned if he let you forget it.

[fresherfriut]

[lyricsssdotin]

Singh Singh Singh Lyrics

Singer:Sanjay Dutt, Wajid, Khurram Iqbal, Asif Ali BaigAlbum:Chatur Singh Two Star Wow .. wow..!Sing sing sing Chatur Singh comin’Swing that thing, the drum beats drummin’Ke aa gaya hai king sitaar strings hummingNow you gonna meet the shaana dil deewana kinda guy soWham bamm bamm, Baap of cleversSlam damn damn, Hamesha and foreverPump up the jam and you will never say neverSo I sing you sing we…

[suchananewsblog]

Composer Sajid Khan remembers his brother Wajid Khan as their last collaboration Tere Bina has released in Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan - Exclusive - Times of India

Composer duo Sajid-Wajid scored some memorable music in movies like Hello Brother, Partner, Dabangg and extra. Wajid Khan handed away in 2020 after a protracted battle with kidney illnesses. Since then, his brother Sajid Khan has carried on as a solo composer, giving music in last 12 months’s Radhe and his newest composition, Tere Bina options in Salman Khan’s newest launch Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki…

[ihateyouvishal]

"ye jo mujhe paane ki talab hai tumhari, mujhe paakar tum badal jaoge."

//Wajid Shaikh Sahab

[soranatus]

Alan Scott: The Green Lantern (2023) #6 variant cover by Fatima Wajid

[annagxx]

Main jo sabka dil rakhta hoon,

suno, main bhi toh dil rakhta hoon.

[maihonhassan]

There is a line by Wajid Shaikh;

"khud ki qadar na ho saki mujhe, sabab yeh bhi, hai meri barbaadiyo ka raha."

" I couldn't realize my own worth, and that too became a reason for my downfall."

[themonotonysyndrome]

Us when Wajid

YEESSS!

Wajid is the first MMC who makes me want to claw his eyes out after he gives me an orgasm sdnfksdfdsf

It's insane and I love it.

[enchanted-adelina]

(whoever wins gets the next oneshot🙂‍↕️)

[sarahreadstoomanycomics]

Covers for Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow #6

Main cover by Jahnoy Lindsay variants by Fatima Wajid and David Talaski

[syyedmohdsaad]

In English we say:-

“I am always yours and only yours”.

But in Urdu, we say:-

“ham aakhiri saans tak yaar tere hain,

dil pe saare ikhtiyaar tere hain.

tum yaad aao toh neend nahi aati,

neend aaye toh saare khwaab tere hain”

[lyricsssdotin]

Bigg Boss 5 Title Song Lyrics

Singer:WajidMusic:Sajid-Wajid Big Big Bigg BossBig Big Big Bigg BossBig Big Bigg BossBigg BossBigg Boss Bigg Boss [Bigg Boss] Aye chal ye Mast ka mela haiFull-On jhamela haiYahaan Guru bhi Chaila hai (haa hanh 😀Nehle pe Dehla haiShano ka shanna bhiYahaan hatela haiAre Majnu ki Heer bhiRanjhe ki Laila haiYe gaya aur woh phasaUska karenge kya toss toss toss toss…. Big Big Bigg BossBig Big Big…

[iwajidshaikh]

When Mahmoud Darwish said

I do not abandon anyone, but I do not hold the hand of that who wishes to leave.

And Wajid Shaikh wrote

Jo utra dil se, phir utar hi gaya,phir chahe woh falak ka chaand baney, mujhe qabool nahi