Yusuf is a dreamy socially conscious rapper with a huge online following. He has refused to sign to any of the big labels. He has early Frank Ocean vibes where he's used male pronouns in his songs but hasn't publically said anything. He is intensely private about his personal life. There is of course a lot of speculation.
Nicky is an Italian popstar trying to break into the rest of Europe and also shed his squeaky clean public image his old PR team cultivated for him since the beginning of his career. He is a big (secret?) fan of Yusuf's music and envies his ability to be who he is unapologetically. He hires a new manager who just so happens to know someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows Yusuf.
The single is an unexpected hit and the video clip is so steamy it comes with a warning label.
Fill (kinda): Fistful of Trouble I wrote some song lyrics, but IDK if this counts as a proper fill? So I posted here and on the original prompt in case it helps prompt an actual fic. XD May this inspire you to write about the smoking hot music video they make; where they're very handsy, do a lot of eye-fucking, and Yusuf (& Nico?) is pretty in makeup.
Mood drawn from Natalia Kill’s Trouble & Emily Sandé’s Garden (ft. Áine Zion & Jay Electronica).
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Fistful of Trouble by Nicolò ft. Yusuf The Poet
Been dreaming ‘bout you lately baby know you’re gonna be nothing but trouble, but baby, you could be my fistful of trouble
Last night’s makeup, your lipstick on my mouth I ruined you and your perfect mouth ‘cause you spin me tales that keep me coming back for more night after night. Night after night, for more and more.
Friends say I need more sleep, but baby it’s last night’s eyeliner smudged from when you had me crying out for more. Only you could wring every last drop out of me, and have me coming back for more, night after night, for more and more.
Yusuf the Poet: Mama always warned me of the family curse: love me once I put a spell on you, love me twice you put a spell on me: love me truly, love me deeply, love me only. Was a warning never to go to bed with a man like you, a fistful of trouble, ‘cause we always give our hearts away, and men like you are always gone before the dawn, But baby it’s too late, I’ve made my bed, it’s you lying in it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
x2: Been dreaming about you lately, baby know you’re gonna be nothing but trouble, but baby, you’re my fistful of trouble
Nicolò & Yusuf the Poet: Spin me one more tale, tell me one more lie: that you’ll stay the night, and let me call you mine.
FILL-ish: Joe/Nicky - rapper & singer collab
Fill (kinda): Fistful of Trouble
I wrote some song lyrics, but IDK if this counts as a proper fill? So I posted here and on the original prompt in case it helps prompt an actual fic. XD May this inspire you to write about the smoking hot music video they make; where they're very handsy, do a lot of eye-fucking, and Yusuf (& Nico?) is pretty in makeup.
Mood drawn from Natalia Kill’s Trouble & Emily Sandé’s Garden (ft. Áine Zion & Jay Electronica).
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Fistful of Trouble by Nicolò ft. Yusuf The Poet
Been dreaming ‘bout you lately baby
know you’re gonna be nothing but trouble,
but baby, you could be my fistful of trouble
Last night’s makeup, your lipstick on my mouth
I ruined you and your perfect mouth ‘cause you
spin me tales that keep me coming back for more
night after night. Night after night, for more and more.
Friends say I need more sleep, but baby
it’s last night’s eyeliner smudged
from when you had me crying out for more.
Only you could wring every last drop out of me, and have me
coming back for more, night after night, for more and more.
Yusuf the Poet:
Mama always warned me of the family curse:
love me once I put a spell on you,
love me twice you put a spell on me:
love me truly, love me deeply, love me only.
Was a warning never to go to bed with a man like you,
a fistful of trouble, ‘cause we always give our hearts away,
and men like you are always gone before the dawn,
But baby it’s too late, I’ve made my bed,
it’s you lying in it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
x2:
Been dreaming about you lately, baby
know you’re gonna be nothing but trouble,
but baby, you’re my fistful of trouble
Nicolò & Yusuf the Poet:
Spin me one more tale,
tell me one more lie:
that you’ll stay the night,
and let me call you mine.