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muhammadyasir · 1 year
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Bad Bunny Merch: Show Your Support for the Latin Superstar
Bad Bunny has taken the music industry by storm with his unique blend of reggaeton, trap, and Latin pop. With hits like "Dakiti" and "Mía," Bad Bunny has become a global sensation, and fans around the world are eager to show their support. Luckily, there are plenty of Bad Bunny merch options available, from clothing and accessories to vinyl records and concert tickets. In this article, we'll take a closer look at the world of Bad Bunny merch and how you can get your hands on some of the hottest items.
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The History of Bad Bunny Merch
Bad Bunny first made a splash in the music world in 2017 with his debut single "Soy Peor." As his popularity grew, fans began clamoring for merchandise featuring the rising star. In 2018, Bad Bunny released his first official merch line, which included t-shirts, hoodies, and hats featuring his signature bunny logo.
Since then, Bad Bunny has continued to release new merchandise to coincide with his album releases and concert tours. In 2020, he released a limited-edition merch line in collaboration with Crocs, featuring bright green shoes adorned with Jibbitz charms of his logo and other symbols.
Types of Bad Bunny Merch
Bad Bunny's merch offerings are constantly evolving, but there are a few staples that are always popular among fans. Here are some of the most common types of Bad Bunny merch:
Clothing
From t-shirts and hoodies to hats and socks, Bad Bunny's clothing line is always popular. Fans can choose from a variety of designs featuring his bunny logo, album art, and song lyrics. Some of the most popular items include the "Yo Hago Lo Que Me Da La Gana" hoodie and the "Bad con Yandel" t-shirt.
Accessories
In addition to clothing, Bad Bunny offers a range of accessories for fans to show their support. This includes everything from phone cases and tote bags to keychains and stickers. One of the most popular items is the "Bad x Crocs" Jibbitz set, which allows fans to customize their Crocs with Bad Bunny-themed charms.
Vinyl Records
For music lovers, Bad Bunny's vinyl records are a must-have. He has released several albums on vinyl, including "X 100pre" and "YHLQMDLG," both of which feature colorful, eye-catching artwork.
Concert Tickets
Of course, one of the best ways to show your support for Bad Bunny is by attending one of his concerts. In addition to the standard concert tickets, Bad Bunny also offers VIP packages that include exclusive merchandise and meet-and-greet opportunities.
Where to Buy Bad Bunny Merch
There are several places to buy Bad Bunny merch online, including his official website and online retailers like Amazon and Zumiez. Some items, like concert tickets and limited-edition merchandise, may only be available through his website or at his concerts.
Tips for Buying Bad Bunny Merch
If you're in the market for Bad Bunny merch, here are a few tips to keep in mind:
Check for authenticity: Make sure you're buying official Bad Bunny merchandise and not a knockoff.
Watch for sales: Keep an eye out for sales and discounts, especially during the holiday season.
Check the sizing: Make sure you know your size before ordering clothing or shoes.
Read reviews: Before making a purchase, read reviews from other customers to get an idea of the quality and fit of the item.
Conclusion
Bad Bunny merch is a great way to show your support for one of the hottest stars in the music industry. With a variety of clothing, accessories, and other items available, there's something for every fan. Whether
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w3bkinz-t0yb0x · 10 months
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you just had to be there
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sukugo · 2 years
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he finally got his twink back anakin leave him be
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door-call · 6 days
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kitocrystal · 3 months
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Drawing shiposts to unwind from all the stuff happening in Inky Mystery B)
The End alternate version:
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Aaaand here’s JaAC Bendy!
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I recommend you guys go check out “Just an Alley Cat, I Swear!” By SpectorOdyssey, one of the authors for Inky Mystery.
There isn’t a lot of chapters currently for the fic but it’s got an interesting story and also- BABY BENDY.
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moviestarmartini · 21 days
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where she goes. — brahim díaz x reader.
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tranquilita tu siempre te roba el show / una perversa le vo'a dar dembow / si se pone en cuatro i go where she goes.
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summary: (based on this request) you slept with brahim full knowing he only did it to get over his ex. when he comes asking for more you decide to ignore him and disappear, full of pride. too bad he knows where to find you.
wc: 2.6k
warnings: yet again basic sentences in spanish (some i translated), nsfw (18+), stubborn mfs, alcohol consumption, prideful mfs, unprotected sex but what's new (not endorsing it!!!!), p in v, fingering, dom!brahim, he's a bit mean here whoops, spanking (nothing too extreme i promise), praise, aftercare, he's a lil shit here.
A/N: i stalled for a second but i'm so happy how this turned out !! thank you reina @thelvsickgirl for the request mwah mwah i hope you like it 🤍
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now playing... where she goes by bad bunny
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You stared at the messages in disbelief. You knew very well you were just a rebound, and though it was very well the best fuck of your life, you doubted if that was the case for him too. It was just your ego controlling your every thought, embarrassed you were the second option for him to come back to every time he found himself lonely. After not long consideration, you decided to listen to your pride and ignore the messages. 
Brahim stared back at the blue gray check marks, noticing how you went online on and off but no typing. There was no true intention to reply, thus meaning you didn’t want to respond, and you wanted him to know that. The same sense of pride invaded the two of you. ‘Fine. If she can ignore me, I can ignore her back. Game on.’ and he ignored you ignoring the messages, chest puffed with toxic dignity. 
But it wasn’t easy, not as much as he’d imagined. Each time he closed his eyes to rest, the ghost of your body haunted him, and he yearned to have your tits smothering his face once again as you bounced up and down the length of his cock. When he passed by the living room the carpet was still soaked in a stain remover from the red wine you spilled that night, the same one that had gotten you tipsy and stained your blouse, prompting you to remove it. 
And then, as the situation escalated, he replayed it in the same exact way in his mind until he tore himself away from the thought and moved on. Moved on to the thought of what you were up to; if you were seeing someone else, someone that had your voice stuck in the back of your throat like he did. 
Even some considerable time later, he just gave into the urges, the need to see your ass bouncing against his pelvis when he ordered you to get on all fours just to ram you from behind. He knew you well enough to know you were going to be at that club that night, so he sat and waited patiently, being a wingman to his own friends as he waited upon your arrival. 
And God, it did not disappoint. 
You sauntered in as if you walked into your own living room, the act was flawless as you stole gazes and forced them to look at you. But Brahim couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed you were only looking back at him. He watched as you hurriedly excused yourself from your group of friends and trotted over with those stiletto heels, sitting in the empty chair next to him. 
“Stalking me now, aren’t we?” You muttered, calling the bartender over. You couldn’t even bother as Brahim raised his hand to catch his attention first. 
“Un espresso martini para la señorita; lo agregas a mi cuenta.” ‘A espresso martini for the lady; add it to my tab’ The corner of your lip twitched as he knew exactly what you wanted. That also came true as he placed his hand on your knee, caressing a scar from the time you rolled down a hill when you were six.
“When are you giving me another chance, huh?” He inched closer, searching for your eyes. “I came all this way…” He thanked the bartender with a nod, giving you enough space to sip on your drink. “I surrender, okay?” 
You laughed, not even knowing what type of war you found yourselves in. “Surrender to what? ¿Qué está pasando por esa cabecita tuya, Brahimi?” You hummed disinterestedly, taking a long sip before placing the glass down. But there wasn’t any type of humor in Brahim’s eyes, not even with the nickname. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. 
He seemed to straighten up and almost fix his attitude towards you, clearing his throat and brushing his hair back. “Can we… talk somewhere more private? My car, maybe?” He offered, eyes full of regret. 
You convinced yourself for the past month or so you weren’t going to give in so easily. You knew it was just sex, all his compliments and excuses were the pathway straight into his bed, or his couch, or the kitchen counter. But there you were, gulping down the last of your drink before getting dragged out of there, hurriedly texting your friends.
You sat in his car, the air thick as the engine roared awake. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” You turned to him, still playing hard to get. The act dissolved the second he crashed his lips in yours furiously. “Ay princesa…” He sighed against your lips, his hands messing up your hair. “I want to feel that pussy again.” 
The nod you gave him was enough for the man next to you behind the wheel to break almost seven traffic laws on his way back to the apartment, and you squirmed on your seat, extremely turned on. 
The walk to the elevator was fuzzy, but as soon as you got inside, he almost slammed you against the wall with the rough push, subsequently having his lips take yours. It was sloppy, his lips and surrounding areas tinting in your lipstick, hands exploring under your dress to the point you wondered if he’d gotten you naked entirely. 
He was hungry, insatiable almost. When you reached his floor, the door wasn’t even closed, and you believed he knew how tightly you were wrapped around his finger. You stumbled inside to reach his living room couch, the same place where it all began a few weeks ago. 
You sat in his lap, legs to either side of his body. His hands forced you to arch your back, clothes chests against each other.  “Take off that dress. Keep the heels,” He ordered, pulling your hands away and letting you stand. He wanted a show, and you gave him just that. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you unzipped the little black item, letting it slowly slip down your body and pool at your feet. You brushed your hair to the side, giving him those eyes that chanted ‘slut me out!’ over and over again. 
“Who’s been seeing you in those?” He pointed with his nose to the lacy items that dressed your body under the regular items. He parted his legs, his growing boner becoming more evident.
“You know I wear these to feel pretty.” You replied with equal sass, and he tutted, leaning back. “What?” He saw right through you, and that was only part of it, not the entirety. With no other reply he patted his lap, inviting you to sit in it again. 
You knew better than to disagree, and as soon as you placed your legs on either side of his body, he captured your lips in his. The kiss was frenzied, he grabbed the plush of your ass and kneaded it. The groping made you grind on his lap, the excuse of a piece of fabric rubbing against his clothed boner. 
Brahim broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more. But he kept you away, holding you tenderly by your jaw, but still squishing your cheeks a little. “Don’t lie to me, mamita,” He cooed, voice dripping with sweetness before a smack filled the air, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Who’s been seeing you in that lingerie?” 
“No one, I swear!” You whined, writhing under another spank to your ass. “I kept wearing it in case I ran into you. I never got the courage to get on with someone else.” You heard a small laugh come from him, and sweet pecks soon placed at your chest. 
“Was that so hard to admit?” Brahim brushed your hair back with the palm of his hand, almost petting you. “Too bad you were just a lil’ too stubborn to text me back, eh amor?” His nose brushed against your neck, now depositing the sweetest kisses down its length. His hands played with the clasp of your bra, and it brought small giggles to your slips that mixed in with the moans. 
But the giggles didn’t last long as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them. “Fuck, I missed these,” He groaned, his lips applying sucktion on your shoulder. Surprised, your hands brushed the short strands in the back of his neck before tangling into the longer ones at the top. 
“Eres mía, ¿oíste?” Once his hands left your breasts, his fingers brushed against the newly formed mark. You nodded, breath hitching when his fingertips descended down your torso, hand stuffing inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction at your wetness, grazing lightly at your clit. His eyes dissected the way you could barely stay straight, sinking further into his clothed thighs. “That’s good, isn’t it?” 
But the way he stared at you also meant he wanted a vocal answer, and with a trembling voice you reassured him, “So good, I swear,” His movements were painfully slow, until he moved his hand further down to tease your entrance. You nodded in consent, feeling two digits push inside. But there he was again moving slowly, taking his sweet time. 
“I’m sorry, is that not enough?” It was as if he was making fun of your moans turning into whining between low chuckles. “Ride them. C’mon.” The situation itself already seemed bizarre, how you ran into him when you most wished you did, only for him to have you completely under his control. You didn’t question him, taking the free pass and allowing yourself to get off, hips rolling on the digits he pumped inside you. You threw your head back, moving upwards and back down again continuously, your slick soon gathering in his palm. 
The moment he curled his fingers to hook against that ragged spot,  heat rose up your body, stomach tickling. Your movements became frantic, eyes glassy as you began to crave that release… only for him to remove his hand from under you, leaving you speechless. He licked his fingers clean with such care, big puppy eyes looking up at you. 
“Cum on my cock, please,” He guided your hand to squeeze the clothed bulge, shivering under your touch. You didn’t waste any time undoing the item, and he helped you out by sliding it— along with his underwear— to rest at his lower thighs. You licked your lips, watching the pink tip leak pre-cum, but decided on kissing him first, hand undoing the buttons of his black shirt. 
But there wasn’t any time to fully remove the item as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Vamos, princesa.” He encouraged you to sink down the length, his other hand caressing your side. You looked up
at him, only to find his pair of eyes looking back fueled with passion. 
That was enough motivation to check he was correctly lined up before sinking down. A groan in unison burst through the four walls, the grip of hands settling on your sides tightening. You hid your face in his neck, getting used to the stretch. Your bare chest against his own, and for a second you swore you could feel his heartbeat. 
It didn’t take long for you to start bouncing up and down his length, wanting to finish off the job. You were going to grant his wish, the fluids already rolling down to soak the couch a little. He groaned, feeling that peculiar pulsing of your walls, his hands maintaining a hard grip on your waist. 
“Don’t give up on me now, you’ve been doing so great.” Brahim praised, noticing how the build up had thrown off your rhythm. “Let me help.” He urged, positioning your bodies before he thrusted upwards. It was fast and fierce, your moans hitting a higher decibel as he tipped you off towards your orgasm. 
But he didn’t stop, he barely slowed down to give you time to recover before going back to that relentless pace, your head dropping and resting against his shoulder blade. “Mírame” He demanded, his hungry eyes meeting your infatuated ones before he pulled you into a kiss, stopping his thrusts while fully inside you. 
A sloppy makeout, tongues tangled, teeth clashing lightly every once in a while. His cock filled every crevice, his hands explored every inch while you finally removed the button up fully. Without even giving you a warning he switched, and you were under him. “La más bella de todo Madrid, eh my love?” He cooed, hands running down your sides as he took every inch displayed in front of him. 
You couldn’t help but blush, scoffing a little. “Ponte en cuatro,” He asked so nicely you couldn’t decline, hearing how he took off his bottoms, giving you space to get on your hands and knees. Then you could feel him behind you again, giving your ass a light smack before he leaned down to kiss one of your buttcheeks. 
A loud crack followed, and you gasped, looking back at him. “¿Enserio Brahim? This is the second pair! You can’t break things you didn’t pay for.” He tore the lacy thong to shreds easily, ripping it off your body. He only smiled sweetly, blowing you a kiss accompanied by a wink before he was back inside you, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The loud moans and groans— almost pornographic— filled the space once more. Your back arched as your arms gave out, the second release hitting you like a train. 
Brahim couldn’t help but admire your figure as he hit it from the back, a small smile sneaking in from behind his parted lips. He leaned down and circled his arm around your hip to press two fingers on your perked clit, already stimulated enough. Your thighs shook, breath getting stuck in your throat. He had never been a selfish lover, and you knew he wanted you to cum again at the same time he filled you up to the brim. 
“Fuck— fuck, that’s it, one more baby,” He praised as you came undone under him, your legs giving you. He pounded you into the cushions, kissing the back of your shoulder blades. The squeeze your pussy gave him was more than enough to tip him over the edge, glorified chants of your name overshadowed your whimpers. 
In no time he had you cradled in his arms, holding you close against his chest. “Stay the night with me, please,” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you agreed between half lidded eyes. 
You still left the following morning before he could wake up, knowing this was something still casual. He was still trying to get over his ex, and you were the closest person he could do that with; your convictions haven’t changed, even when he spent all night spooning you with his face buried in your neck. 
“You’ve got something waiting on your desk,” One of your coworkers announced as you clocked in on Monday, the others giggling. Curious, you walked slowly to your space to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a black box with a pink satin bow. 
You smiled at your coworkers innocently, sitting down to check what was inside the box. Your ears burned as your eyes fell upon the brand new lacy underwear. You closed the box without making much fuss to not attract any attention, checking the note resting on the outside. 
‘ picked them myself so i can break them in peace. 
see you friday, princesa. 
— yours, BD. ‘ 
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bayleymania · 11 months
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Bad Bunny can have an awesome wrestling match. But none of the WWE folks could ever write Tití Me Preguntó.
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I heard today was Miku Day 👀
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thegenerouspeach · 26 days
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benitos-bunny · 1 year
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ojitos lindos - un verano sin ti
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ilottthepilot · 4 months
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monaco by bad bunny is a lyrical masterpiece, mainly because it implies that the listener knows who checo is but he has to clarify that john lennon is "from the beatles"
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thisperfectmonsoon · 10 months
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porque la nota ya está haciendo efecto // mi mundo está jodío' y me siento perfecto 👅
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karlmarxverstappen · 3 months
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Third time this year max verstappen gets namedroped in a song. First- Lil Wayne and will.i.am, then- Bad Bunny, and now this
the way monaco became viral and now everyone has to hear "primero llegó verstappen, después llegó checo" 🥰 benitoooooo eres un icono te amo
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calordelverano · 1 month
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Me as the fan saying "quiero verte feliz" like Benito is not trying not to laugh on that piano mid song.
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zadzunny · 11 months
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Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and Doja Cat at the 2023 Met Gala
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