#skate tees

[christinevioletart]

I made new graphic tees for my shop. This one is available in 3 different color combinations.

Shop Dark Valentine Tees

[clubmega]

[weejoker]

on friday (yesterday) boss a) offered me part of his family sourdough starter b) took me into the back room to show off all the new heavyweight tee shirt samples he got c) showed the specific brand he got specifically because i mentioned enjoying it d) promised me some of the leftover sample garments

good day for freebies

[ultrareality22]

My TeePublic online shop is now organized into subject albums. Here are some examples from my Skateboarding themed section. More can be viewed at:- https://www.teepublic.com/user/atlantean-arts/albums/315227-skateboarding

[x2the9]

[toruandmidori]

We made an updated version of *that* iconic vintage anti-skateboarding shirt.

Great gifts for skateboarding friends. 

It’s available to buy online now in a range of colors, here: 

SKATEBOARDING IS AN OLYMPIC SPORT

[erikkarlsson-pod]

Check out this awesome 'ANIME MANGA KRAKEN COLLECTION SURFER SERIES GRAFFITI STYLE TUR...' design on @TeePublic!

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SUPPORTING SMALL BUSINESSES IN THE MID '90s -- EVERY KIND OF PISSED OFF MUSIC YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a 1996-era brochure selection of various band's, compilations, and merch on the old school Pessimiser label (formerly based out of Inglewood, CA), featuring then-underground acts such as:

-(16)- (Santa Ana noise rock/post-hardcore), DIVISIA (Orange County hardcore punk), the "Possessed to Skate" compilation, GRIEF (Boston sludge/DOOM metal), & EXCRUCIATING TERROR (L.A. crustgrind/grindcore).

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3423002538509883941.

[studiomore]

Rock Star 🧑🏻‍🎤⭐️ Ringer T-Shirt

[another-l1fe]

another life x custom tee promo #freepalestine

[likirahub99outfitstees]

Fox Buddy Skating T-shirts, Mugs, Baby Bodysuit, Pillow, Tank Tops, Stickers, Hoodies, Art Prints, and Many More…

Treat Yourself Shop at - likirahub99

[onejamtart]

onejamtartstore.com product spotlight | XLARGE® JAPAN FRONT K GRIND S/S TEE | BLACK.

♦️ More Info | Buy Now ♦️

Soft and crisp cotton tee with an impactful original graphic print on the front and back inspired by one of the more difficult skateboard grind tricks. Both the front and back graphics uses a foam print to give it a slightly elevated feel.

ONEJAMTARTSTORE.COM | UK & EU Official XLARGE® JAPAN Retailer

[tevvy]

You can't take black people anywhere lol. 

[gallaghersgal]

CONTROL: j. hughes x fem!reader

TAGS & WARNINGS → NSFW 18+. p in v, rough sex, spitting, dirty talk, y'know the works

A/N → my first jack fic, and first hockey fic in general!! pls be nice :)) based on this ask i sent on anon a few days ago...

WC → 1.4k

You’d seen what happened. One of the Rangers defenseman tried to trip Jack, earning a shove from your boyfriend. The gloves came off, then there was blood on the ice. You almost spilled your drink, standing up and screaming as your boyfriend rose in the middle of the tussle. He gets a blow in here and there before the refs separate the players.

Jack looks pissed as he skates toward the bench, but he turns around to mouth to you, “just a scratch, baby.”

You don’t talk about it until you’re home. Jack’s hand rested on your thigh the entirety of the drive, squeezing occasionally. You notice his bruised knuckles and run a thumb over them softly.

When you get home he stomps up to the bedroom, removing his sneakers with a huff. “Jack, baby,” you murmur, reaching out for him. Strong hands swat yours away, Jack stands and his frame looms over you.

“Get on the bed.” Your brow furrows in confusion, taken aback by his request. Before you can respond his hands are on your hips. “I said. Get your ass on the fucking bed.” 

You whimper as he picks you up, tossing you onto the mattress himself. You land with a soft ‘mmph!’ and watch as he hastily unties his sweats. They fall to his ankles with a quick shove, then he’s dressed in nothing but boxers and a tight black tee. 

You swallow and stare at the tent in his boxers, no matter how many times you’ve taken it your stomach always flips at the size of him. Jack’s eyes darken as he gets on the bed, crawling over to cage you in under his body. “You’re gonna sit there, and you’re gonna take what I fucking give you. Do y’understand me?”

Still, you’re too awestruck to answer. One large hand grips your jaw. “Don’t make me repeat myself, I know y’aren’t stupid. I asked you a question.” You nod dumbly, whimpering when his hand moves to squeeze your throat just slightly.

“Good girl. Hands and knees.” Jack caresses your throat, his tone commanding as he releases you. You scramble into the desired position, pressing your ass back against his bulge. You feel the thickness of him press into your center, panties already wet from the way he’s been handling you. 

With a shaky breath you tell him, “whatever you need, y’can take it.”

He coos in response, chest pressing flush to your back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” There’s the distinct sound of your tights ripping, and before you know it he’s pushed in to the hilt. The moan that leaves you is a punched out noise from deep in your chest, you flop down onto the pillows at the head of the bed. Jack sets a mind numbing pace, grunting softly as he fills you deliciously, again and again. 

You’ll never get used to his size, girth splitting you open in the best way. All you can do is whimper weakly, your skirt flipped up and red lace panties shoved to the side. Jack isn’t normally like this, but you’re loving this side of him. The control over you, the way his hand presses your neck into the pillows, all of it is deliciously rough. A series of soft ‘ah ah ah,’ noises tumble from your parted lips, your deep shade of lipstick smearing onto the fresh white pillowcase.

And Jack fucking loves it. “They think they c’n just do whatever t’me, slam me in the fuckin’ wall. Can’t–fuck–can’t control shit out there,” he growls, hips snapping against yours. The obscene sound of skin on skin is muffled by the bits of fabric that still cling to your bodies, clothes only pushed back enough for him to slide in. Jack was too pissed for the formalities; undressing you slowly, taking his time to kiss all over your body before finally plunging into your sweet cunt. He needs you now, just as you are. And fuck he has you.

Has you mewling his name, “JackieJackieJackie–” sounding so pretty underneath him. Has your ass up in the air, tinged red with his handprints, god he loves slapping your ass. Jack has you falling apart, as he always does. He knows your body like he knows the devils playbook, inside out and backwards. Even tonight, when he’s taking what he needs from you, he can feel your orgasm drawing closer. 

“You gonna cum for me princess?” he asks, pulling out until just the tip is inside before pounding back into your pussy. You slump forward, nodding in place of the words you can’t seem to form. “Yeah, fuckin’ thought so. Such a good girl for me, letting me take control like this.”

Jack’s warm palm presses your back into a pretty arch, displaying you to him. He watches enamoured as his cock stretches you out. The sight is obscene and oh so fucking pretty. He spits on your joined bodies, aiding the slick movement as he pumps into you with quick strokes. The coil in your core winds tighter and white hot pleasure overruns you. “Fuck! Jack, baby,” you whine, followed by a high pitched moan as your orgasm washes over you.

Your head feels fuzzy, barely registering the soft coos of praise from your boyfriend. You float in that space for a bit, cheek pressed to the pillow and lashes splayed against your cheek. Jack fucks you softer, still chasing his own pleasure while he lets you take a minute to recover.

Soft kisses on your nape bring you back to reality. “Fuck that was…” you mumble, trailing off as words fail you. What could you say, mind-numbing? So good you saw stars? Truth is none of it could describe how that just felt.

Jack’s lips seal to your own, his chest pressing to your back. “Gonna fill you up,” he mumbles against your lips. “How d’you want it, sweetheart?”

“Mmm, on m’back,” you whisper, a pout gracing your lips when he pulls out. You whine at the loss, earning a soft chuckle from your boyfriend.

Strong hands maneuver you onto your back and he teases, “easy there, I’m puttin’ it back in.” He nips at your jaw, pushes the fabric of your #86 jersey up to reveal your breasts, then with one hand on his cock he pushes in.

In one smooth motion Jack fills you completely. The dark, wiry hairs at the base of his cock brush your clit and draw sweet mewls from your swollen lips. “Who’s in control baby, huh?” he asks, his tone dark as he starts to thrust slowly into you. “Who’s the only one that can make you cum like that?”

It’s hard enough to form words around Jack as it is, but when he’s above you like this? You’re practically mute. His hair hangs in your face, and a simple gold chain bumps against your chin with every thrust. His thumb brushes your bottom lip, pulling it into a pout as he slows his pace.

“Come on, asked you a question baby,” he coos, teasing you with shallow thrusts until you muster up the words to answer.

“You, only you Jackie,” you whimper, using the sweet nickname in hopes he’ll fuck you harder. It’s coy, but it works. His pace speeds again, face buried in your neck as he covers the skin with soft bruises. “You, you, you. Always you,” you whisper.

Jack smiles, you don’t see it, more feel it against your skin, but you know it’s there. “Yeah, atta girl,” he purrs, his hips starting to stutter. You know he’s close, and you bring one hand to tangle in his hair. In a smooth but firm motion you pull him in for a kiss, tongues mingling sweetly while he groans into your mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, thank you baby, thank you,” he’s practically whining, biting down on your lower lip as his thighs shake. He fills you so deliciously, warmth blossoming between your thighs as he cums inside you. Even in the height of his pleasure, Jack still focuses back on you. He circles your clit with his thumb, muttering against your lips. “Cum for me, c’mon, tha’s my girl.”

Another orgasm washes over you, your back arching weakly as you pulse around his cock. Jack whines, hiding his face in your neck while he ruts into you, milking the last bits of pleasure from the both of you.

© gallaghersgal, 2025. div. by cafekitsune,

THX 4 READING → inspired by @cupidbedsy & @lovecla, dedicated to @hhughes. lmk what u thought of the fic!!

[dancewithdeath11]

His

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut, fem receiving oral, intercourse, slight gymnastics but sexy, literally just smut. Short and sweet and I need an actual boyfriend that calls me baby.

Word count: 1.3k

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He just got out of the shower, still roughed up from patrol but clean. “Baby, c’mon..” Jason murmured as he picked up his helmet to put it away. You glanced up from where you sat on the couch, smirking as you took him in. 

Muscles dripping wet, a towel lazily tied around his hips. As always, you quite shamelessly ogled him. How could you not? He’s over two hundred pounds of muscle, biceps the size of your head, covered in scars. Somehow every imperfection only made him hotter. “How was patrol?” You asked as he took your hand and guided you in front of him. We paused in the hall to put the helmet away in the gear closet where he kept all his gear.

“Fine.” He shook his head, “Missed you.” 

His words tugged at your heart, “How much?” A teasing lit to your tone as you asked. Tilting your head at him. 

A scoff left his lips as he gave a wolfish grin. But he didn’t answer, never one for words. Large calloused hands found your hips, herding you back to the bedroom. A chuckle escaped your lips as your slippered feet shuffled back on the old floorboards. Your chuckle was quickly cut off as he pressed his lips to yours. Feeling your shirt dampen as he pressed against you, getting you wet in more ways than one. Demanding, desperate, needing.. Kisses quickly turning deeper, his tongue seeking entry and not meeting much resistance as you happily gave in. 

His hands skated up to the edge of his tee shirt that you wore, he tugged it over your head leaving you in your panties. An appreciative hum rumbled deep in his chest at the fact you weren’t wearing a bra. “On the bed..” He said, leaving no room for questioning. As you stepped back he took off his towel. As soon as you were laid back against the pillows he crawled over you. A quick kiss to your lips before he trailed down. Leaving a myriad of hickeys along your skin, marking you as his. “Baby..”

“Hmm?” You breathed as he kept going further down, your hands going to his hair as he kissed over your stomach making you squirm at the feeling. 

His hands trailed from your waist to your hips, “Can I?” His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. 

“Yeah..” That was all he needed before he tugged them down your legs. Tossing them behind him, his hands quickly finding the backs of your knees as he spread your legs. 

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he wasted no time. Locking his arms around your plush thighs as he worked his tongue over your pussy. Licking and sucking like it was the only thing that mattered. A high whine left you as he pressed closer, his broad shoulders pushing your thighs further apart. He knew everything you loved. How to drag it out, how to get you off in less than five minutes, how to make you arch and scream like a fucking whore. 

He licked a long stripe with the flat of his tongue, wet and sloppy. From hole to clit till he nipped rudely on your clit making you whimper pathetically. And shit, did Jason drag it out. Switching between licking and sucking until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“J-Jay, please, your fingers..” You whined out, wanting more friction. You were already so close, teetering on that ledge. But, at this point in your relationship, Jason has trained you to be greedy. Want more.  

But when he pulled away and glared up at you, he just spat out, “Fuck that, you don’t need my fucking fingers to get off..” He grunted at your request like it was almost insulting you’d ask for anything more than his mouth. Like a challenge of his skills. He went back down and sucked on your clit. Not letting up as you tried to push his head away, it was so intense it was making your vision blurry with tears from how overwhelming it was. “C’mon..” He murmured into your pussy.

But it felt so goddamn good. That was all it took for you to tense up, back arching and fingers clawing at the sheets. Falling silent as your face scrunched in pleasure before you fell apart with a harsh moan of, “Oh my god!” Thighs trembling against his arms as you fell back to the sheets. 

“Yeah.. that's what I thought, baby.” He smirked as he moved over you, coming face to face with your blissed-out expression and letting out a little chuckle. “There’s my girl, you ready?” You let out a scoff but smiled at him nonetheless. Jason took your thighs in hand as he sat back on his haunches, draping your legs over his.

“Please..” Was all you murmured. 

And that was his final confirmation. He notched his dick at your entrance before pushing in slowly. Jason let out a huff as his head fell forward, chin dipping to his sternum as his wet hair stuck to his forehead, shrouding his eyes in darkness. You groan out at the stretch of him as he sinks all the way in one go. It stung, but hell- you felt like you were going insane as it balanced that thin line between pleasure and pain. Thighs twitching close around his waist, obviously restricted as Jason now leans over to get a more intimate angle. He’s always such a sucker for watching your expressions as he gets you off. Maybe not in a soft way, but in an overly possessive way. 

He was quick to start up a fast pace. Deep, fast thrusts that bruise your cervix every damn time. Rhythmic banging of the headboard to the wall lets the neighbors know exactly what we’re up to. Not that the wood banging against the wall is the only problem. 

“Oh! Fuck Jay!”

Jason had a wicked smirk on his lips as you let out loud, unabashed moans. He let out a groan as he shifted from being over you, “C’mon..” He huffs as he grabs the back of your thigh, pushing it up before gripping your ankle. Moving your leg up and resting it against his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it to keep you in place. 

You gasped sharply, pawing at the sheets as your mind went blank. Shutting down as your lips part with endless moans and whimpers of his name. Chanting Jason over and over again. Calling desperately for him as it was only him playing on repeat in my mind. Occasionally managing to babble out praises to him. “So, so so good- Jay- ohmygod” He grunts in response, reaching out to press his hand to the headboard.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby..My pretty little slut..” You clenched at his words, letting out a pathetic whimper as you gazed up at him. He only grinned down at you and your wrecked expression. Taking in how he made you lose all self-control. How he could make you react to his words and touch. Thrusting a little harder as he reached down to press his calloused thumb to your slick clit. “Yeah, my slut..say it, baby.”

“‘M your slut-” You managed to choke out. “Oh fuck- ‘m close!”

He nodded and continued to swipe over your sensitive bud, giving several deep thrusts that had your legs quivering. Then it all came crashing down, a sharp gasp leaving your lips before it was all loud moans and calls of his name. He murmurs praises, his hips stuttering as he tilts his head to bite down on your calf. Groaning into your skin as he finishes. Marking you as his in the most primal way possible as he fills you. 

Both of you are panting with a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin. He presses a soft kiss to where he bit down, then another to your ankle before letting your leg down. A little whimper left your lips as the tension left after being stretched for so long. He pulls out with a sigh and leans down close. Jason captures you in a slow tender kiss, communicating exactly what you already know. 

You’re his.

[toruandmidori]

We made an updated version of *that* iconic vintage anti-skateboarding shirt.

It’s available to buy online now in a range of colors, here: 

SKATEBOARDING IS AN OLYMPIC SPORT