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But We Dont - Matt Rempe

For my Matt Girls!!! Never posted my writing or anything but thought WHY TF NOT. So fuck it. Here you go sexy ;)

Word Count: 3380

Y/N and Matt. Its causal between them. A situationship I guess. But Matt asks the question—Is there something between us?

Warnings: Angst. Making out. Mention of sex and hooking up. Matt being SEXY. Reader being confusing (girl get ur act together) I think thats it???

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“What were you up to last night,” Y/N asked as she finished placing the last of her groceries into the fridge. Matt sat on her sofa like it was his sofa. Back slouched and long legs propped on the coffee table. Finger swiping up on his phone.

“Just went out with some of the guys.”

She nodded disappointingly. He didn't want to hang out with her on Valentines afterall. She couldn't be upset though. She was the one who said she didn't want a relationship. A relationship with Matt specifically. “Oh. On Valentines?”

His eyes squint under the bright white light of his phone screen before he places it face down next to him on the sofa and looks over to the kitchen. 

“Yeah?” he questions, eyes watching Y/N as she crosses her arms over her chest. Something she does when she's trying to not seem upset. Like her own shield. “I didn't think you’d want to do anything after your long shift.”

“I didn't work last night.”

“You didn't tell me.”

Y/N shrugs, feigning indifference. “Didn’t think I needed to.”

Matt watches her for a second too long, like he’s debating what to say. “You usually tell me what nights you work.”

“So?” she challenges, hating that her voice wavers. “Not like you needed to know. You had plans, right?”

Matt leans back, studying her. “Would you have wanted to do something?”

She scoffs. “Of course not”

A moment passes. “I wasn’t doing anything last night,” she admits, quieter.

His smile fades just a little. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

For a second, neither of them says anything. Then Matt picks up his phone and unlocks it. “I mean, I could take you out now. There’s gotta be some half-off Valentine’s Day chocolate left at CVS. Pick up some pizza?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. A smile formed despite the jealousy looming through her. It wasn't that he was with his friends last night or that he didn't ask her to do something on Valentines Day. 

Though that did sting a little.

It was because he was out at the bars on Valentines where only singles looking to forget their lying cheating ex or to score lucky. Either way the night would end with strangers in one of their overly priced New york apartments. 

Matt watched her, phone still in his hand but attention fully on her now. His gaze lingered, like he was waiting for her to say something else. Call him out. Ask him the question she was biting back.

She wouldn’t.

“I mean,” he continued, voice lighter now, like he was testing the waters, “If you wanted to go out so bad, you could’ve just said something. You know I would’ve taken you somewhere.”

“I didn't want to go anywhere,” she added, grabbing a glass from the cabinet to occupy her hands, despite the freshly poured water glass on the counter already. 

Matt let out a short laugh, and she heard the creak of the couch as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Right.”

That one word made her freeze for half a second. It was the kind of right that meant he knew she was full of shit. The kind that sat between them like an open secret neither of them wanted to admit.

She turned, glass in hand, and shot him a look. “What?”

He smirked, slow and knowing. “Nothing.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Her fingers tightened around the glass. “Like—fuck, I don’t know. Just don’t.”

Matt’s smirk widened like he’d just won something. “Touchy.” He leaned back against the couch, arms stretching over the backrest, making himself comfortable—too comfortable, like he belonged there. Like this was his place, not hers. “It’s cute, though.”

Y/N scoffed, filling the glass under the tap. “Nothing about this is cute.” 

Matt hummed like he disagreed, his gaze dragging over her slowly before settling back on her face. “You sure? Because, I don’t know, you getting all worked up about where I was last night feels kinda…” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Like a girlfriend thing.”

Y/N’s head snapped toward him. “I’m not your girlfriend.”

He grinned. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He tapped his fingers on the couch cushion beside him. “But you sound like one.”

She wanted to move on from this conversation. Matt was already seeing her as some jealous freak when she had no reason to be jealous.

She should let it go. Change the subject. Pretend it didn’t matter.

But the image of him at some shitty bar, surrounded by girls looking for something, still clung to her like cigarette smoke.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she walked over and plopped down next to him on the couch, turning her body toward him. Her water glass was forgotten in the kitchen. “You really expect me to believe you just hung out with the guys?”

Matt raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the sudden shift. He tilted toward her, closing the small space between them. “I don’t expect you to believe anything, sweetheart. You already made up your mind.”

God, she hated when he called her that. Hated even more that it made her stomach flip.

She rolled her eyes. “You were at a bar on Valentine’s Day, Matt.”

“So?”

“So…” she hesitated, trying to find a way to phrase it without sounding as jealous as she felt. “You weren’t exactly playing poker in someone’s basement. The only reason to be at a bar on that night is—”

“—to get laid?” Matt finished for her, lips twitching upward.

Y/N swallowed, suddenly hyper aware of how close they were sitting. On the way his arm still stretched along the back of the couch, his fingers barely brushing her shoulder.

Matt clicked his tongue, leaning in just enough that she could feel his breath against her cheek. “You really think I’d do that?”

“I don’t know.” The words came out quieter than she meant them to.

Matt exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “That’s cute,” he murmured. “If I was looking to get laid, I wouldn’t have been at some bar.”

Y/N swallowed, pulse kicking up.

He smirked, eyes dragging over her face, slow and deliberate. “I would’ve just showed up here.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

And Matt must have noticed, because his grin turned downright dangerous. “You know,” he mused, fingers brushing against her shoulder now, light and deliberate. “If you wanted me to spend the night with you, all you had to do was ask.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, ignoring the heat creeping up her neck. “That’s not what this is about.”

“No?” He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to her lips. “Then what is it about?”

Y/N stared at him, pulse drumming in her ears.

Say it. Say it, and this whole thing changes. 

he pulled back first, standing abruptly. “I’m taking you up on that pizza.”

Matt let out a low chuckle, watching her. Not pushing. Not calling her out. He knew she didn't want to be with him like that. Anything more than what they were right now. At least that's what she told him and with each day he believed it a little less. 

He stood up, stretching lazily before grabbing his keys. “Cool,” he said, voice light again. “But just so you know—” He leaned in one last time, voice dropping to something just above a whisper. “You are cute when you’re jealous.”

And before she could try and shove his 6���7, pure musclar body. He was already heading for the door, grinning.

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After the Rangers game and the boys taking home the win Y/n was getting into Matt’s SUV back to his apartment. 

Matt threw his hockey bag in the closet as they entered his apartment and flicked on the lights as he vanished down the hall to his room to change out of his tailored suit that made Y/N mind go crazy. 

Y/n sank down into the black sofa and turned on the tv, scrolling through netflix to find something for the two of them to watch. 

When he returned his hair was still damp from his post game shower. His black hoodie was loose around his shoulders, and his sweats hung low on his hips. He looked comfortable—too comfortable, like he hadn’t just spent the last two hours throwing himself into other people for sport.

What are we watching?” he asked, dropping onto the couch beside her, way closer than necessary. His thigh brushed against hers, the heat from his skin seeping through her tight denim.

“Dunno,” she muttered, still flipping through options. “Nothing good.”

Matt hummed, peering over her shoulder. “I say we put on something terrible, then. More fun to make fun of.”

“Like what?”

“Some shitty rom-com where the guy messes up, but the girl takes him back anyway.” He smirked, tapping a finger against her knee. “You seem like the type to eat that shit up.”

Y/N shot him a look. “Are you saying I have bad taste?”

“I’m saying you like a good redemption arc.” His voice was teasing, but something flickered in his expression—something unreadable. “Just look at me.”

She rolled her eyes and clicked on the first movie that looked decent, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at his words. Matt shifted, draping an arm over the back of the couch behind her. His fingers barely grazed the back of her shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of her sweatshirt.

They settled into the movie, but Y/N could barely focus. Matt was too close, and he was making no effort to keep his hands to himself. Y/N tried to ignore it, tried to focus on the screen, but then he shifted again—this time turning his head toward her, his lips just inches from her temple. “You smell good.”

She exhaled sharply. “Matt.”

“What?” He grinned, eyes dark with amusement. “Can’t give you a compliment?”

His knuckles brushed against her thigh.

Matt grinned, tilting his head slightly. “You always get this quiet when we’re sitting this close?”

Y/N scoffed. “No.”

He hummed again, fingers lightly trailing up the back of her arm. “You sure?”

She swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how little space there was between them. “Positive.”

Matt leaned in, his nose barely brushing against her temple. “Then why do you look nervous?”

“I’m not—” Her breath hitched as he shifted again, his arm pressing more firmly against her back.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because we’ve done this plenty of times before.”

Y/N barely had time to process his words before his hand slid to her jaw, tilting her face toward him. His lips were on hers a second later—slow at first, testing, teasing, before he deepened the kiss.

It wasn't new but it burned through her each time like it was.

Matt’s hands found her waist, pulling her onto his lap without hesitation. Y/N let out a quiet gasp against his lips, her hands bracing against his shoulders. His fingers curled into her sweatshirt, bunching the fabric slightly as his grip tightened.

“Been waiting for you to do that all night,” Matt murmured against her lips, his voice low and rough.

Y/N let out a breathy laugh, fingers sliding into his damp hair. “You could’ve done it sooner.”

Matt smirked, his hands tracing slow, deliberate circles over her hips. “Yeah, but this is more fun.”

His lips brushed against hers again, lingering, before trailing down her jaw, then lower, grazing against the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. A slow, satisfied hum vibrated from his chest when she exhaled a little too sharply.

Y/N’s hands gripped the front of his hoodie, tugging him back up to face her. “You’re in a mood tonight,” she muttered, amusement laced in her voice.

Matt leaned back against the couch, pulling her closer, forcing her to settle against him. “Can you blame me?” he murmured. “Big win tonight. Feeling good.”

“Mm,” she mused, fingertips tracing absentmindedly along the side of his neck. “So you just want a victory hookup?”

He grinned, tilting his head slightly. “Nah, I just want you.”

Y/N felt her stomach flip—an involuntary, stupid reaction she immediately pushed down. This wasn’t anything new. This wasn’t different.

But the way Matt was looking at her…

She ignored the thought, pulling him into another kiss before she could think about it too much.

His hands roamed her back, dragging slow and deliberate, fingers teasing under the hem of her sweatshirt. The movie played on, long forgotten, the distant sound of some rom-com couple arguing barely registering as Matt kissed her deeper, pressing her against him like he wasn’t planning on letting her go anytime soon.

Her hands slid under his hoodie, palms grazing over the hard ridges of his stomach, still warm from his post-game shower. Matt let out a quiet groan against her lips, one of his hands tangling in her hair as he tilted her head to kiss her harder.

Y/N barely noticed when he shifted, pressing her back against the couch cushions, hovering over her now. Matt’s fingers traced slow patterns along her back. His other hand lifted, thumb brushing against her bottom lip, pressing down just slightly.

Y/N’s breath hitched. Her lips parted instinctively, and Matt’s gaze flickered down, eyes dark. Hungry. 

“You’re staring,” she muttered, trying to sound unaffected, but the way her voice wavered completely betrayed her.

Matt smirked. “Yeah?”

With that Y/n leaded back in. The moment her lips met his again, Matt groaned softly, his grip tightening at her waist like he needed her closer. His fingers stayed under her sweatshirt, tracing over the bare skin of her lower back, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to take his time, like he was enjoying the way she melted into him.

Y/N’s hands slid into his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp, and Matt’s response was immediate. His body pressing into hers in a way that made it impossible to ignore just how much he wanted this.

She gasped against his lips, and Matt chuckled, low and satisfied. “You always get this needy when I touch you?”

Y/N scowled, shoving at his chest—not enough to push him off, just enough to prove a point. “You always talk this much when we’re making out?”

His lips moved to her jaw, down her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. She could feel him smirking against her when she tipped her head back slightly, giving him more access.

Y/N exhaled sharply, nails digging into his shoulders. The warmth of his hands, the weight of him against her—it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Matt.” Her voice came out breathless, almost desperate, and when she met his gaze again, the cocky glint in his eyes told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

He raised a brow, fingers tracing down her side, slow and teasing. “Yeah?”

“Take me to your room.”

Then, in one fluid motion, he scooped her up from the couch, making her squeal as he carried her down the hall, his lips already on hers before they even reached the door.

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Come over. I’ll make dinner.

When she gets to his place, Matt’s already in the kitchen, moving around like he actually knows what he’s doing. There’s a pan sizzling on the stove, the scent of garlic and butter filling the air.

She leans against the counter, watching him. “Since when do you cook?”

He glances over his shoulder, smirking. “I can make, like, three things. You’re getting one of them.”

They eat at the small kitchen table. Like friends. It's normal. Its always been easy for Matt and Y/n.

After, They curl up on the couch, a blanket draped over them, his arm resting around her shoulders. The movie is something they’ve both seen a hundred times, but neither of them is really watching. They've never made it through a movie without getting tangled up in one another. 

His fingers trace lazy circles on her shoulder, absentminded, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

She does.

Her head rests against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, steady and slow. She could fall asleep like this.

“Can I ask you something?” he says breaking the sound in the room.

Y/n shifts away from his chest, sitting up to be at eye height with him. 

His hand slides from her shoulder, falling to her waist, his fingers dragging against the fabric of her shirt.

The air between them stretches, thick and weighted.

Neither of them speak.

They just look at each other.

His gaze flickers between her eyes and her lips, something hesitant, something aching.

Her fingers twitch against the couch, resisting the urge to reach for him. To pull him back in. To press her mouth against his.

He doesn’t laugh. Doesn't tease. Just watches her, the weight of his hand still resting against her hip. “Is there something between us?”

Her eyes grow. “What do you mean Matt?” Asking like she didn't know what he meant. Y/N didn't need more clarification.

Matt exhales through his nose, his jaw tightening. “You know what I mean.”

His fingers press slightly into her waist, grounding himself, waiting. His eyes search hers, looking for something—anything—that tells him he’s not crazy for feeling the way he does.

She can feel her pulse in her throat, in her wrists, in every place he’s touching her.

But she doesn’t answer.

Matt’s hand twitches against her hip, his patience thinning. “Y/N/N.” His voice is softer this time, but no less certain. “Just tell me the truth.”

The truth.

She knows it. She feels it.

But the weight of admitting it—of owning it—lodges in her chest, heavy and suffocating.

So she lies.

“There’s nothing.”

His expression flickers, something breaking just beneath the surface.

His hand slips from her waist, resting on his lap as he nods slowly. Like he’s letting the words settle, like he’s accepting them.

Like he’s letting her go.

Y/N swallows against the tightness in her throat. “Matt, I—”

But he doesn’t let her finish. Instead, he leans in, capturing her mouth in his.

It’s not gentle. It’s not slow. It’s desperate, almost punishing, his hands finding her waist again, gripping harder this time.

She lets herself fall into it. Forgets the words that just left her mouth. Forgets why she said them at all. Because she didn't mean them. Not even deep down. She knew she was lying to Matt. Lying to herself. 

His hands slide up her sides, his lips moving against hers with a kind of urgency she’s never felt from him before.

She should stop.

She should fix this.

But she doesn’t. Because this is easier.

It’s easier to let him kiss her like this, to let him touch her, to let him pull her back into the only version of them that’s ever made sense. It’s easier than telling the truth.

But then—Matt pulls away.

Y/N blinks, dazed, breathing uneven. “What—”

His hands drop from her waist, running through his hair. He exhales sharply, his chest rising and falling.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Her stomach twists. “Matt—”

He shakes his head. “I mean it, Y/N/N. I can’t.”

She stares at him, waiting for him to take it back. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he stands, running a hand down his face before nodding toward the door. “You should go.”

It’s a command, but his voice is quiet. Worn.

Y/N swallows, waiting for him to stop her, to say anything that would make this feel less final. But he doesn’t.

So she grabs her bag, moving toward the door, fingers trembling as she wraps them around the handle.

She hesitates. Turning back, just once.

Matt is still sitting there, eyes drilling holes into his hands as they stay in his lap. He doesn't stop her. He doesn't take back what he said. She doesn't tell him how she really feels. That there is something between them. That she loves him. But she doesn't.

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Cowboy’s Motivation

Matt Rempe x Fem!Reader

A getaway to a farm in Texas makes Matt want to turn a fantasy of his into reality.

The hot Texas sun beamed down on your perfumed and moisturized skin. The sweetness of your perfume and lotion attracted swarms of mosquitos, the buzz constant in your ear. It seemed as the day progressed the hotter and less merciful the sun became.

Yet, Matt was in heaven. Leaning on the wooden fence, he watched the animals and occasionally took a sip from his beer. The rented home was beautiful, surrounded by corn fields and grass for miles. It was evident Matt was in his element by being in the country side.

You on the other hand, had a love-hate relationship. You hated the bugs, the constant feeling of sweat dripping down your neck and the mosquito bites. But, you were willing to endure all of that and more for Matt.

After a particularly hard season filled with gruesome fights, all Matt wanted was to be in a secluded farm. You remember the night he came to your shared city apartment, all bruised and cut from a game. He expressed his feeling for wanting to getaway for a month to a small town in Texas.

After the first week on the farm, you grew to love it a little more. You found yourself getting accustomed to the routine of waking up early and taking care of the animals. It started to feel like heaven on earth, especially ending the night curled on Matt’s lap while on a rocking chair. Both of you just looking at the view of nothing, no big buildings, no crowds of people, and most importantly no paparazzi.

The days on the farm were non-ending it seemed. Although they were filled with the same routine, it felt like a new adventure every day. “This is the last beer baby, gonna go into town to get another pack” Matt said sipping the last bit of his beer.

“Can you pick up some peaches? Wanna make some peach cobbler” you asked, swatting the flying bugs around you. Matt nodded, standing up straight and hooking his fingers on the loops of your jean shorts. The shorts that had your ass peaking out from the bottom of them.

He leaned down, kissing you lightly before smiling against your lips. “Whatever you want darling” he hummed against you. You playfully slapped his chest, “You better get going, I’ll have an early dinner made by the time you get back”.

Stepping out of the animals den, you hear Matt lock the gate behind you. The grey gravel road leads you back to the home, where you wait on the porch with the car keys for Matt. You see the blueish dingy pick up truck parked on the grass.

You see Matt emerge from the side of the house, and you wave the keys in the air. The wooden steps up the porch creak under his weight, and even though you have been dating for while the height difference never fails to make you weak.

He kisses you on the cheek and grabs the keys, putting them in the back of his jean pocket. You looked stunning anywhere and with anything, but something about you standing infront of a real home, in such a domestic scenario made Matt’s stomach twist.

Kissing the corner of your mouth, he lightly slapped your ass. A moan escaping your mouth, which Matt took advantage of. Tongue slipping in your mouth, while his hands groped and massaged you.

Eager couldn’t even describe Matt in the moment, hands gripped the back of your thighs- signaling you took jump. You obviously did, arms wrapping around his neck as you passionately kissed him back.

You subconsciously began to grind on him, earning a moan from him. Feeling heat engulf your body you decided to push your chest into his, kissing up and down the side of his neck.

His strong hands began to move you however he felt like. Grabbing the cowboy hat off of his head you let it hang off of your fingertips. Looking at his lips, you give him on final peck.

He puts you down, hands still on you. “Gonna speed into town, promise I’ll be back fast baby” he mumbled into your skin. Giggling at the stubble poking your face you pushed his stomach lightly.

“Go and be safe” you said as he walked down the steps towards and the pick up truck. The car shook as Matt turned it on, and before you knew it he was pulling out of the property.

Going into the home you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to live on a farm like this with children. You daydreamed as you made an early dinner, imaging how the children would run up and down the fields.

Matt did just what he said he would do, he sped and made it back home in under 1 hour. When he walked in the house was filled with the aroma of the food you had prepared. As he walked on the carpet he found you washing the dishes, the table set up with the food.

He placed the pack of beer and bags of peaches down, going behind you. He pressed his weight on your back, where you were forced to feel his erection. “Matt, let’s eat first” you struggle to get out.

He turns off the kitchen sink, hands going down to grope your chest. “ ‘m hungry for something else now baby” he groaned out in your ear.

Letting your head fall onto his chest you let him play with you. His large hands pulling down your tank top, exposing your chest. Skilled fingers pulling and pinching at your nipples.

“Please” you whisper out, brows furrowing from the mixture of pleasure and pain. You push your hips back onto his, trying to relieve the ache between your legs.

“It’s okay love, I’ve got you” he whispers in your ear, cooing you on as he continues to play with you. His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, pushing you lightly to have you bent over the sink.

“Stay right there baby” he says, hands massaging the exposed skin of your spine. He tugs down your shorts, revealing your grey panties with a soaked spot in the middle.

Squatting behind you, he admires your behind. Pulling down your underwear, letting it pool at your ankles with your shorts. Pulling your cheeks apart softly he’s greeted with your slick cunt.

He gives your right cheek a kiss before licking a bold stripe up your pussy. You grip the counter as you try to hold your hips still. He removes his cowboy hat, placing it on the counter next to you. His fingers spread your fold, admiring the way it glistens in the dim kitchen light.

Puffy clit aching for attention, his thumb pushes tight circles. Small mewls escape from your lips as you push your hips back. His fingers dance around your hole, which you clench in anticipation.

“P-please Matt, just touch me already” you begged, not caring about how desperate you sounded. “Be patient” he replied, continuing to push your buttons.

After what felt like ages of light touches his fingers finally opened your hole. Leaving your jaw hung open, you instinctively pushed back, feeling his fingers get deeper.

Looking back you saw his faced filled with adoration as he fucked you with his fingers. The squelching sounds filled the kitchen as you clamped down on his fingers. He knew exactly what he was doing, curling them inside you right as he reached your g spot.

“No more- fuck please. Need you now” you whined, fingers gripping the countertop. Obeying, he removed his fingers leaving you with an empty feeling.

Standing to his full height, he quickly undid his belt and jeans, sliding them down enough to free him. Stroking himself he rubbed himself up and down your soaked folds.

Your own arousal coating your inner thighs. Grabbing your neck he fixed your posture, leaning your back onto his chest. He kissed you while he put the tip in. Your mouth left in an ‘o’ shape from the stretch.

“Fucking hell. Gonna suffocate me, love.” he moaned, hand rubbing your clit in hopes to loosen you up. Bending over again you wiggled your hips, slightly moving yourself back onto his length more.

As each inch got deeper you could feel the veins, the way he pulsed inside you. Until he reached your cervix, an inch still outside of you.

His palm held your back down, as he began to thrust shallowly. The kitchen was filled with slapping of skin, and you’re just glad there’s no neighbors to see you get fucked stupid by the kitchen window.

“Gonna make you a fucking mom. Fuck, gonna live on a farm like this. H-have you, oh shit- show everyone your mine” he growled out, increasing his pace.

The thought of Matt claiming you causing your stomach to tighten. “Give me it, please Matt” you moan out, bucking your hips back.

“Yeah? Want me to stuff you full?” He asks, his weight engulfing you as he practically lays on you. You shake your head yes, not being able to spit the words out. “Shit, feels so fuckin good” he groans out as you get impossibly tighter.

The coil in your stomach waiting to unravel, and when he stops fully inside you- just moving his hips you can’t help but cum. Body shaking underneath him, and that’s what sends him over the edge.

The way you gushed around him, like you were begging to be knocked up. He’d never cum inside you, always on your stomach, mouth or pussy.

But now that he knows what’s it like- he’ll never go back. The feeling of the hot liquid filling you up, a foreign feeling you became obsessed with.

You lay there, cheek on countertop for a few minutes regaining your breathe. Matt slips himself off, pulling your clothes up and tucking himself away.

The sun is setting in the kitchen window, hues of pinks and purples illuminating the sky. Matt can’t resist the way his chest tightens at the idea of you actually becoming pregnant.

You were always one of his biggest motivations, but now? It increased by a tenfold. His stupid grin sneaks on his face when he grabs his cowboy hat and places it on your head when you finally stand up and turn around.

“Just in time for dinner” he says.

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elenamatthews

♫ SZA ㅤ・ BMF

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elenamatthews singing u a love song, my dear fall 🤎

mattrempe my beautiful girl

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe my beautiful boy <3

mattrempe i think we win the contest for best dressed

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe u know it 🔥🤫

mattrempe big bad wolf

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe wolf lowkey wanted granny's nachos

clarality ok i guess you guys win for the couple's costumes awards

elenamatthews ﹫clarality YIPPEEEEEE

clarality we're so hot omfg

elenamatthews ﹫clarality jaaa ze girlies are cuntserven marianbeau ﹫clarality ﹫elenamatthews ???????

stephrempe the cars costume >>>>>

elenamatthews ﹫stephrempe surprisingly matt came up with it mattrempe ﹫stephrempe ﹫elenamatthews ?? SURPRISINGLY stephrempe ﹫mattrempe ﹫elenamatthews okkkkayyyy toothpick boy coming through with the costume ideas

alexandriajmatthews fifth-wheeling u guys all night was so tiring i had to sleep the entire next day

elenamatthews ﹫alexandriajmatthews jeez sorry me and my boyfriend love each other... we'll make sure to stay 5 feet away from each other next time alexandriajmatthews ﹫elenamatthews thank you <3 mattrempe ﹫elenamatthews ﹫alexandriajmatthews woah woah woah i didnt agree to that

gigigomez the hottest winx fairy in the city

elenamatthews ﹫gigigomez 😘😘 kisses 4 u my love

lenamar

♫ Lana Del Rey ㅤ・ Norman f*****g Rockwell

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lenamar SOLAR ENERGY DISCHARGE

rempirestatebuilding DAMN I GYATT TO HAVE THAT

lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding matthew i will literally break up with you do not test me

rempirestatebuilding how did u get that picture of me 😭

lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding unlike you, my sweet boy, i know how to do this thing called a screenshot iamnot34 ﹫lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding damn dawg she just called ur ass stupid rempirestatebuilding ﹫iamnot34 ﹫lenamar doesn't even matter bc she talked to me 🥰 lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding DUDE STAND UP????!?!??!

stephyremps hugo and jean-louise serving major face here

lenamar ﹫stephyremps i know my kids are so beautiful rempirestatebuilding ﹫lenamar ﹫stephyremps our*** kids

alexxmatts you may be hot now but real ones remember when you dressed up at the girl on the banana sticker

lenamar ﹫alexxmatts you will not speak of the chiquita banana costume.

MASTERLIST ✧ LAST UPDATED: FEB 21, 2024

[chukys-mouthguard]

what are the odds? | part 7

matt rempe x female reader; featuring numerous side characters

social media au! • final part!

part 6

your.name.here

liked by mattrempe, alleyrempe, francesca.kreider and 452,692 others

your.name.here officially adding wag to my resume ❤️

alleyrempe oh my gosh finallyyyyyyyy 🥳

alleyrempe maybe now I’ll stop getting hundreds of comments asking about the two of you 🤣

-> your.name.here i think this will only open the door for a whole set of new comments 🙈

user10348 WAKE UP EVERYONE HARD LAUNCH

-> user1049 literally we all knew but it still makes me so happy 🥹

-> user10348 truly the cutest couple

mattrempe man that jacket looks good on you 😮‍💨🔥

liked by your.name.here

-> your.name.here i like your name and number on my back better 😘

liked by mattrempe

user20459 okay, the wait for the WAG jacket debut was worth it 😍🤩

-> user05439 right?! ITS SO CUTE!!!

francesca.kreider thank god we kept that jacket 👏🏼👏🏼

liked by your.name.here, mattrempe, addison.clark

-> addison.clark and to think we almost burned it 🤪😅

-> mattrempe you two wouldn’t dare!??

-> your.name.here oh but they almost did 🙊

user5530 my heart is so happy 😭

-> user0149 but also so unhappy knowing rempe is off the market 😭

-> user0385 at least we know your.name.here is a genuine girl and has the best intentions with him

liked by your.name.here and mattrempe

nyrangers we’ve got all the rempe merch on hold for you so now you can proudly rock it at the garden 💙❤️

liked by your.name.here and mattrempe

kandre.miller let’s gooooooooooo

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-> chris.kreider the boys did good 💪🏼

-> your.name.here that they did 🫶🏼

user0284 I’ve been waiting my whole life for this and it didn’t disappoint 😭🫶🏼

mattrempe

liked by alleyrempe, tybauer_, your.name.here and 432,395 others

mattrempe sorry boys, I’m off the market 🫶🏼

your.name.here who knew boys still bought flowers? 🥹💙

-> mattrempe mainly the ones who love their girlfriends like crazy 🫶🏼

liked by your.name.here, alleyrempe, and addison.clark

tybauer_ thank god, now people will stop saying that we are secretly together

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-> mattrempe i mean, we aren’t…at least not anymore 👀🙊

-> tybauer_ bro don’t start shit like that come on 😂😅

user2945 not the flowers in her car door 😭

-> user0479 and they say i love you 😭😭

-> user5937 rempe has been waiting his whole life to shine in his boyfriend era

liked by your.name.here and mattrempe

chris.kreider sooo when can i get fitted for that fitbit?? 👀

-> kandre.miller after he takes me for a steak dinner 😜

-> mattrempe you two are the worst 🙃

alleyrempe so glad you didn’t absolutely destroy this relationship 😮‍💨😅

-> mattrempe had to do everything i could to fix this 🤞🏼

-> alleyrempe let me know when you wanna go ring shopping, i know what your.name.here likes 😉

-> mattrempe slow your roll there bud, baby steps

-> tybauer_ baby?! So soon?

-> mattrempe 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

user3429 someone come get tybauer_ and take away his ability to comment please 😂😭

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[captainhuggys]

The way he curls up on himself 🥺🥺 he is so golden retriever leave me alone

[sidsolos]

had to draw the rempire state building he has charmed me

[remperoni-melt]

I’d Ground You If The League Didn’t Already (REPOST FROM OLD BLOG)

Dom!Matt Rempe x short!alt!sarcastic!fem!Reader

TW:// NSFW, p in v, oral (m receiving), unprotected, hate fucking???, very rough handling, ANGSTTTTTTT, sarcasm, bullying out of love, lowkey CNC??, HARD kinks, Kinda porn with a plot

(Credit to @amourtoken for the idea)

*kinda rushed but I was excited to get this out 🤷‍♀️

“Matthew Rempe! You’re fucking lucky I respect your mother so much or I’d beat her ass in the street for raising such a bitch.” I exclaimed as I let myself into my best friend’s apartment. Matt and I always gave each other shit but it was always out of love. Our relationship was built off of bullying each other. That was just our dynamic. We wouldn’t be us without it.

“Oh my god, how does something I can punt so easily manage to catch such a big attitude?” Matt groaned and ran a hand over his face in frustration. “I know I fucked up, okay?! Do you think I’m happy about the suspension?” Matt snapped at the short girl that had just barged into his apartment.

“Well, you didn’t seem too bothered when you got ejected!” I snapped back at him, crossing my arms over my chest. “I saw that little smirk on your face. You didn’t care about your actions until you got in trouble!” I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the 6’9 man I had come to know as my best friend. “I mean, Jesus fuck, Matt! 8 fucking games?! I’d ground you myself if the league hadn’t already done it for me!” I all but spat at him.

“Fuck you, ankle biter! You don’t know what the fuck I was thinking!” Matt yelled, his patience wearing even more thin as the tiny woman dug into him like the first person to find a T-Rex skeleton. He couldn’t deny that she had a point. All he heard was the cheers. All he felt was the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He hadn’t even considered the consequences until they were laid out in front of him.

“Regardless, it was reckless.” I said sternly, as if I was scolding a child. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before I spoke again. “Listen, Matt. Maybe I just don’t want my best friend qualifying for a tear drop tattoo.”

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna fucking kill anyone.” Matt rolled his eyes at the petite woman’s dramatics.

“Well you came damn fucking close this time.” I said bluntly, calling out the giant man with the confidence of a man taller than him. “I fucking love you, Matthew.” I said in anger. “And the next time you do some dumb shit like that, I won’t fucking hesitate to fold your clothes with you still in them.” I threatened him. Was it stupid? Yes. Did I care? In the moment I didn’t. Not really.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?” Matt groaned. “Any time I get into a fight, all you fucking do is bitch and moan. I get you care but… fuck, woman! Hop off my fucking dick!” Matt yelled with a scoff and a bitter chuckle. “Y’know what? Better yet, choke on my fucking dick since you can never shut the fuck up! Maybe with something in your mouth I won’t have to hear you whining about decisions I make in my fucking career!” Matt shot at her. He knew his words were harsh but he was stressed. They both were. And god dammit, he just wanted her to shut the fuck up for a minute.

I scoffed and bit the insides of my cheeks as I took in his words. I nodded slowly, pissed off at his audacity. Someone that looked like they left Gumby in the oven too long was talking to me like that? Is he on fucking crack? The next words to leave my mouth were not my own but that of a demon clearly trying to sabotage and kill me.

“Make me.”

POV switch - Matt

At the sound of her words, my resolve crumbled. Her lips curled up into a sinister smirk, her gaze on me hard and challenging. This pint sized little bitch genuinely thought she was indestructible at times.

Fuck, I can’t wait to break her.

I pressed my lips together in a tight line and stomped over to her. I grabbed a fistful of her black hair and dragged her to my bedroom. The sound of her yelping in surprise, or maybe it was pain, just caused a dark chuckle to escape my throat. I roughly pushed her down on my bed and swiftly slapped her across the face, making sure to support the other side of her face with my other hand. I squatted down in front of her, smirking at her as she held her probably bruising cheek in shock.

“I’m gonna beat your pussy up like it fucking owes me money.” I said with a smile. “But first, you’re gonna choke on my dick like the pathetic little fucking slut you are.” I said bluntly and stood back up straight. I quickly pulled my gray sweats down, my dick slapping against my stomach. I chuckled as she gasped and looked up at me with those damn doe eyes. Fuck, those eyes. I roughly grabbed her chin and yanked her closer. “Open.” I commanded.

POV switch - Reader

I opened my mouth, almost on instinct. My eyes met his in a look that begged ‘please, Matt. Please fuck me. Take me. I’ll do anything. Take me right here, right now. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I’m your slut. I’m yours. Please.’

“Good girl.” Matt smirked, his eyes narrowing down at me. His hand twisted in my hair and he slammed my head on his rigid cock, causing me to gag and tears to prick at my eyes. “Too much?” He asked before he started guiding my head. He moved fast and aggressive. I had no time to breathe or think. All that existed was his dick popping in and out of my throat. His tip sliding against my tongue. His groans and curses as he face fucked me with reckless abandon. God damn. He wasn’t kidding about shutting me up. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed his thigh, digging my nails in and making him hiss in pain and still his movements.

“Fuck. You.” I choked out in a hoarse voice between panted breaths as I collapsed back on the bed.

“You have manners. Say please.” Matt teased as he looked down at the already ruined girl on the bed. The sight changed something in him. He wasn’t sure if it was the banter or what had just transpired, but he wanted to ruin her.

I looked up at him, clear annoyance on my face. We had always been best friends. We always bullied each other but this? This was way too fucking far.

“Please.” I croaked out sarcastically, my eyes narrowing at him. He smirked down at me and swiftly ripped my shirt over my head and yanked my jeans off my legs, baring me to his hungry and devious gaze.

“Fuck.” Matt had pretty much breathed out the word. “I didn’t know you were built like this.” He smirked while he undressed himself at an agonizingly slow pace. Somehow, the sight was teasing. It was seductive. It was intoxicating. It was completely unfair and I needed him now or I was gonna go crazy. Absolutely fucking ape shit insane.

“Shut up and fuck me, goon.” I said in a quiet but venomous voice. By the look on his face, I knew I didn’t have to tell him twice.

“Watch how the fuck you talk to me, brat.” He growled out the words as his hand shot out to wrap around my already sore throat. He smirked as I winced and gasped, his grip getting tighter just so he could watch me squirm further. Once I groaned in pain, he chuckled. “Want me to stop?” He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. I quickly shook my head ‘no’, making him chuckle darkly.

Slowly, he climbed on the bed to hover over me. His eyes raked over my body slowly, a dark and dangerous look in his eyes. Suddenly, his hands grabbed my knees and roughly pushed my knees apart, causing me to gasp and whimper. His eyes caught the glint of something in my folds and he smirked, knowing exactly what it was. To be sure though, he reached out and brushed his fingers against my clit. The cool metal of my clit piercing was a stark contrast to the warmth of the wetness coating literally everything else.

“We’ll play with that later.” His voice came out in a husky whisper as he lowered himself on top of me.

“Just. Fuck. Me.” I growled out as I tangled my hand in his hair, pulling roughly. He groaned and without wasting a second, he plunged into me. Both of us let out low moans simultaneously as he sank into me.

“Oh fuck.” He hissed. His hand gripped my left hip with enough strength that I thought my hip bone would shatter. His mind went blank as the feeling of me consumed him, and his hips started moving. Slowly at first, as if to savor the moment.

“You’re still a fucking idiot.” The words tumbled from my lips between the soft moans that he drew from my lips.

“You bite sized bitch. Are you seriously still bitching at me when I’m balls deep inside you?” He hissed, his hips still keeping their slow and steady pace. He slowly drew his length all the way out before slamming back in full force, causing me to scream.

“Your fault,” I got cut off by a whimper, “for thinking you were safe.” I finished my sentence, my nails digging into the back of his neck.

“You’re insufferable but fuck if this pussy isn’t fucking life changing.” He groaned into my ear. His hands moved to my waist, his grip strong and bruising as he kept up with his slow but hard and punishing strokes.

“Life changing like an 8 game suspension?” I asked breathlessly, followed by a whimper as he nipped at my neck.

“You’re not gonna be talking all this shit when I fuck you so good that you’re talking to your higher self.” Matt groaned, his tone cocky. He punctuated his statement with a particularly deep thrust from a different angle, hitting that spot within me that made me scream out and scratch down his back. “In case you doubted me.” He chuckled before replicating the thrust.

“Yeah but you can’t fuck me harder than my childhood trauma.” I said shakily, holding in my moans. He picked up his pace, as if to challenge me. “8 games and you’re still lucky enough to fuck a pussy this good.” I teased him in a sultry whisper. “Even when you lose, somehow you still win.”

“Yeah?” He scoffed lightly. “Who’s the one stretching this pretty pussy out? Who’s the one making you scream?” He growled through gritted teeth as he started fucking me harder. Faster.

“Who’s the one that’s gonna cum?” I shot back through gritted teeth as I clenched around him as hard as I could, causing him to groan loudly as a shudder passed through his body.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed. With that, I knew he was close. My hips began to rock with his, my walls clenching around him as he would pull back. “Fuck. Chill. Chill.” He said breathlessly, his hips stilling so he could last longer.

“No.” I said with a smirk. Despite my size, I was able to flip us over pretty easily. I sank down onto him, my hips immediately grinding on him. His length was rubbing against that sweet spot in me and the room filled with the sounds of us whimpering and moaning. “Play smarter when you’re back on the ice and just imagine the nasty fucking shit I’ll do for you then.” I giggled as his hands found my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned, his head falling back. “I’ll be smarter. Fuck, I’ll be smarter.” He whimpered. My hips sped up and his mouth hung open in a silent moan, his eyes shut tightly. Finally, his grip on my hips got tighter and his body began to tense before shudders ran through him as he released his load inside me. I kept going, determined to milk him of every last drop, thought, breath. I wasn’t satisfied until he was completely braindead. Once he was staring at the ceiling with glazed over eyes, I knew he was thoroughly fucked out.

“Believe it or not, I came here to comfort you.” I said with a smirk as I hopped off him, collapsing on the bed next to him. “How’d I do?” I asked, with a cocky grin.

“Fuck you.” Matt rasped out with a breathless laugh.

And with that, he started fighting more. He fucked me once and ran with it. Fucking idiot…

**Re-posting this here bc I’m deleting @remperoni today to avoid confusion between blogs and Idk if the post will be lost when I delete the blog soooooooo…

[penaltybox-gossip]

what if i jump off a cliff?

🤣

[thatwpghockeygirl]

More photos of the boys in Tokyo! Via Stephrempe on IG

[mattsunsdollie]

Cowboy Tamer

Matt Rempe x Fem!Reader

The last week of your Texas getaway is approaching. What better way to end it by going to a rodeo?

The time on the large farm has gone by far too quick. The days seemed to bleed into each other, a simple calming routine that you and Matt followed.

This retreat allowed for Matt to truly relax during his post season. Even sleeping in past 9 am which was rare, but the country side had that effect. You already knew as the last days began approaching Matt would hate having to leave.

The past weeks he had become so used to this lifestyle, this routine with you. He became a local at the farmers markets, he even knew the neighbors that were miles down the road. This farm truly brought out a different side of him.

Cutting two pieces of an apple pie that you baked earlier in the day, you watched as the sun set through the kitchen window. Placing two spoons on the plate, you made your way to the porch.

Turning the switch on to the porch lights, you see Matt sitting on a rocking chair looking at the fields.

Turning his neck at the sudden change in lighting he offers you a small smile. “What ya got there baby?” he asked, with a little twang that he picked up.

“Cut us some apple pie, a little sweet treat” you responded, sitting on his lap, legs draping over the arm of the chair. His large hands immediately found a home on your knees.

“Can’t get better than this” he says, taking the spoon in his hand and eating a piece of the pie. You leaned into him, your face laying in the crook of his neck.

“I’m gonna miss this” Matt says, breaking the silence. “I know, everything here is beautiful” you say getting a spoonful of the sweet pie. “Why don’t we do a big activity before we leave, something you’ll never forget” you say as you sit up slightly, looking at his face.

He takes his last bite of pie, and thinks to himself. “When I stopped by the barbecue place earlier I saw a flyer for a rodeo. It’s gonna be tomorrow night at 9”

You place your hand on his chest, “That’s it! We’ll go to a rodeo, it’ll be so much fun. That’s a great way to end our trip” He can’t hide the smile creeping on his face from the way you got so excited.

“I’ll go into town tomorrow mornin’ and get the details.” you nodded, fingers playing with the pendant laying on his shirt.

Silence filled the space as you both looked at the fields. The sky that was filled with colorful hues now a darker color. “Gonna go wash these baby” you say sweetly, getting of his lap.

Matt follows, getting off the rocking chair. He opens the door for you, and you can hear him locking it. Ever since the last time you two fucked, the house just felt different.

Living in New York never felt like this, it had your ovaries going wild. As you turn the sink on you can see Matt kicking his boots off. The baggy jeans still not hiding the muscles on his legs.

He walks up behind you as you scrub the plate, kissing your shoulder. His hands go immediately to your stomach. His large palms rubbed over it as he left kisses all over your shoulders and head.

“Gonna go take a shower darling, I’m beat.” He says, before leaving a final kiss at your temple. You hum, placing everything in the kitchen rack and turning off the sink. You turn around, grabbing his hand and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“Go, I’ll lock up down here and I’ll meet you in bed” you say, standing on your tippy toes to give him a small kiss. He nods, and he begins to make his way through the kitchen to go up stairs.

You do some light cleaning, just wiping the table and closing the curtains. After turning off the lights you make your way up the wooden stairs, where you can hear the shower is still running.

The older house had the basic electrical necessities, which meant no tv’s. You open the bathroom door, seeing Matt’s silhouette through the shower curtains.

You go about your nightly routine as Matt talks about whatever is on his mind for the remainder of his shower. You eventually make it to the bedroom, turning on the light. You take of the clothes of the day and slip on one of Matt’s shirts, which means it fit you like a dress.

You crack the window open, allowing for a cool breeze to enter the plain bedroom. You pull back the cotton white sheets, and place your pillows accordingly. You finally get in bed, the cold sheets hitting your warm bare legs.

Before you knew it, Matt was coming in the bedroom. Towel in hand as he dried his face, while just in boxers. His tone body completely in display as he grabbed a comb that was on top of the dresser.

After combing his brown hair back, he turns the light off. The little moonlight that’s peeking through the small bedroom window shows his well sculpted body.

Resting on your elbow, you watch as he gets in the bed. He lays on his back after fixing the pillows and then grabs the back of your thigh. He massages the skin before pulling you to straddle him.

You lay chest to chest, a comfortable silence filling the dark room. He massages your thighs, going under his shirt that you’re wearing. His cold hands leave goosebumps over your skin.

You could feel him growing hard under you, the anticipation making you get wetter by the minute. His hands lay over your ass, a hand on each cheek.

He grabs them, pulling and groping at them. The only sound in the room coming from your lips opening mixed with the slickness.

“What’s got ya so wet and needy baby?” he asks. “You” you respond, pushing your ass more on his hands.

“I’ll take care of you” he says, hands slipped into your underwear. His hands now massage your bare cheeks before going down to your pussy.

You’re left basically open and ready as you straddle his waist. His long fingers go up and down, collecting your juices. You turn your face from laying on his collarbone.

Hand grabbing his bicep you close the gap. Moaning into the kiss as his fingers dance around your clenching hole.

You can’t help but push down further into his hand, hoping to get more friction. His tongue slides over your plump lips, and you allow him to enter.

Mean while, he inserts one finger, slowly pumping it. It feels like the room is spinning, his erected pressing against your inner thigh mixed with the certain curve of his finger inside you.

The kiss is passionate and heavy. You can feel just how much he also wants this, but you know he’s tired- and well so are you. He slips another finger, two digits pumping in and out at a rapid pace. Causing your walls to clench, and you can feel your juices leaking down his palm.

You grab his wrist, tightly before moaning out “W-wait oh fuck please” and he slowly removes them while still stimulating your clit.

You sit up, moving onto his thighs and release his erection. You remove your soaked underwear after removing his boxers. You spit lightly on his cock and lay it flat against his stomach. Hovering lightly, you place yourself completely on it.

The slickness engulfing his dick, and then you rock yourself back and forth. You can feel the veins as you push yourself on him.

Your head rolls back when you feel the head of his dick touch your clit. It feels too good, and now you’re wondering on how long you have been missing out on this.

All that fills your ears is the sound of his dick being coated and it should be embarrassing, but you’re so close you couldn’t care less.

His hands push his shirt up to see your breasts, pinched your hardened nipples. He groaning at the new sensation you’re causing, he can’t keep his eyes away from it. The way you’re fucking yourself on him has his mind going dizzy.

“So close baby, please” you whisper out, opening your eyes to maintain eye contact with him. His large hands on your hips now to push and pull you as he pleases. Your arms on his chest are the only thing keeping you up.

And when he bucks his hips up and hits your clit at a certain speed your body is convulsing. The orgasm from just grinding on him was enough to have your mind blank.

He keeps pushing and pulling at your hips like you’re a toy until he cums. Hot white liquid sprays onto his stomach, and you’re mesmerized at the sight.

Pushing yourself back onto his thighs you can see the sheer white coat you left on him. Grabbing his dick you suck at the top lightly, getting whatever’s left out.

Then you lay it back down onto his stomach. Your tongue starting at the base of his cock, going up and then onto his stomach collecting his seed. “Shit, what’s gotten into ya” he groans, grabbing you by the back of the neck and kissing you intensely.

You giggle, straddling him once more. “What you didn’t like it?” you ask innocently. He rolls his eyes, his chest still rising and lowering at a semi rapid pace.

“Gonna kill me baby” he says as rubs circles into your hip, with you still laying on him. You hum lightly, feeling the tiredness of the day creep back up on you.

When you wake up the sun is shining heavily into the room. Your limbs are sprawled out all over the bed. You turn and see Matt is no longer in bed, but the smell of coffee informs you he’s still home.

Rubbing your eyes you stretch, and slowly get out of bed. Matt’s shirt covering the fact your panties are still discarded on the floor from last night.

You make your way down the wooden stairs after your morning routine. You see Matt in the kitchen with an apron cooking eggs.

“Morning” you groggily say, rubbing your eyes for the millionth time. “Good morning love, ‘m almost done with the food” he says, stirring the eggs on the stove. You lay your forehead on his back, letting his natural scent engulf you.

You both had eggs with freshly squeezed orange juice that Matt had picked up from the farmers market that week. After you both finished eating you stayed sitting at the kitchen table.

“About the rodeo, I spoke with one of the neighbors. It’s only 15 minutes from here, I say we leave around 8:30 to get good seats” he says, pouring himself and you more juice.

You nod, “What are you gonna wear?” you ask him. Whatever he wears you hope he puts on the cowboy hat. “I was thinkin’ of buying us some clothes from in town. It’ll be like a souvenir” and now you’re really enticed.

The early parts of the afternoon were filled with going to small shops and trying on endless amounts of clothes. Before you knew it, 5 o’clock was creeping up and you both needed to head home to get ready for the event.

When you finally did arrive at the house you immediately showered, scrubbing and exfoliating yourself. You then began doing your hair and makeup. It wasn’t long before Matt got out of the shower and began changing.

You could see him through the mirror pull up his jeans and throw on a fitted white tee. Even with a basic outfit he still found a way to look incredible. And then the finishing touch, he slipped the brown cowboy hat on.

“No rush love, I’ll wait for ya downstairs” he said, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room.

You get through your makeup relatively quickly and begin to get dressed. You pick a mini denim dress that’s open in the back. The shortness of the dress could be seen as scandalous, but you know with Matt next to you no one will try anything.

You slip on the cowboy boots Matt bought you earlier that day. You take one final look in the mirror you head downstairs.

Matt’s sitting on the couch, legs spread looking good enough to eat. He makes a low whistle, “Do a spin darling” he says.

You were never embarrassed or shy infront of him, but now you were. You do a little spin, showing him the dress. He stands to his full height, “God I wish we could stay in now” he says kissing the corner of your mouth.

“You can wait til after the rodeo” you reply sassily, rolling your eyes while grabbing your purse from the coffee table.

He laughs while leading you out of the house, a large hand firm on your exposed back.

The blue dingy pick up truck takes you to what you could describe as an arena. There’s crowds of people, all trying to the get the best seat. You squish yourself into Matt’s side, making sure you don’t lose him.

He guides you to a row of empty seats, where you get to see a perfect view of everything. You see as men prepare the animals for the show. Then the lights dim down, and you hear the announcer introduce each of the men who will ride the animals.

Matt places his hand on your thigh, giving it a reaffirming squeeze. Before you knew it, the show had started. A brunette man was riding an animal that was running all over and jumping. The crowd was lively, women and men screaming.

It was like something you’ve never seen before. It was definitely an experience you could only have in Texas.

When the night came to an unfortunate end, you and Matt made your way back to the pick up truck. Goosebumps littered your skin from the cool night breeze.

“That was an amazing show” you say as you get into the car. Matt closes your door and makes his way over to the drivers side. “It was better than I thought” he replies.

The car shakes as the engine turns on before Matt turns the headlights on. He ensures you have your seatbelt on before pulling out of the gravel road and going onto a dirt road.

All you could see was darkness and trees. Nothing for miles and miles to come. You scoot closer to Matt, palms making their way to his thigh. You lightly massage the muscle, resting your head on his shoulder.

“What’ya doin baby?” he asks, eyes still focused on the road. “Can’t I appreciate my man?” you ask, mischief clear in your voice.

Matt knows where this will lead to, but he’ll wait for you to push all the right buttons. He lets you rub and touch him, and then when you accidentally brush over his erection he’s parking the car next to some bushes in a secluded area.

He turns the car off in an instant. “Don’t wanna wait anymore darling” he says, grabbing you and positioning you on his lap.

You sit happily, your back slightly supporting itself on the wheel. The dress rising high as you accommodate his thighs between your legs.

You grab the chain hanging off his neck and pull him into a kiss. He wastes no time and puts his hands under your skirt. He pulls the side of your underwear, letting it slap back onto your skin. Which causes you to grind yourself down on him.

“You wanna know what I heard around here?” he asks into your skin, kissing your neck. You let out a pathetic noise to signal him to just answer. He nips on your throat, before sucking harshly.

“If a cowboy puts his hat on ya, you gotta ride ‘em” he says, placing his hat on you. You grab the hat, pushing it down on your head, ensuring it won’t come off.

“Let me ride you then cowboy” you say, elbows resting on the wheel as you lift your hips up. Matt takes this as access to push his jeans just enough to get his erection out.

You scrunch up your dress to go over your hips, pulling your thong to the side. Matt’s seat is leaned back, stroking his cock.

“Get it wet” he says, and all you can do is smirk. Spitting in your hand you begin to slowly jack him off. Apply just enough pressure on the head, the car is already filled with slick noises.

“Thought I was the one in control?” you say, letting go and positioning yourself over him. He shakes his head, hands cupping each cheek as you lower yourself.

“Go head, take control baby”

The stretch always has you at a loss for words. His hands now gripping your dress, trying to hold onto the last bit of sanity he has left. You can feel his rough jeans under you as you sit completely on him.

Your hand lays on the window for support as you slowly lift your hips. You quickly slam yourself back down. “So big baby” you moan out, head titled to the side as you continue to fuck ourself on him.

Your inner thighs are bound to be wet from your slick. The whole situation has you incredibly turned on. Matt’s thumb lazily rubs your clit as you continue to ride him.

Your thighs and calves are burning from bouncing, but you couldn’t stop if you wanted. A string of pleas leave your mouth, not begging for anything in particular. You unconsciously begin to slow down, gripping him harder as you go up.

His hand slaps your ass, causing you to fall into his chest. “Thought ya were in control darling? C’mon fuck me like ya mean it” he says, hands griping your ass and fucking up into you.

“C-can’t! Oh fuck so good, please don’t stop” you cry out as he starts lifting you and slamming you down into his thighs.

Your jaw slack as his tip hits the spongy spot inside you, over and over. The dingy truck is shaking, and you’re glad you’re in the middle of nowhere.

“Oh Matt, gonna cum” you moan, hands tangled in his hair. He grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to be up right again.

“Not gonna cum unless ya ride me properly, go ‘head” he says, thumb rubbing your cheek. All you can do is grind on him, chasing stimulation. Your mind completely fuzzy as you’re filled to the brim.

You slowly lift your hips once more, all the way to the tip, and go back down. “There ya go, fucking me like you mean it” he teases. Your hand goes down your body, toying with your sensitive and puffy clit.

Your head rolls back slightly as you continue to bounce. “I feel y-you in my stomach” you whisper out, eyes closing.

Matt quickly grabs your head, ensuring the hat doesn’t fall off. “Almost lost something there baby, don’t worry now- just focus on squeezing me” he mutters out.

His large hands locking your hands behind your back, bucking up with all his weight. The pleasure intensified. The thick air in the car, mixed with the occasional stimulation to your clit by the jeans had your head spinning.

All you could do was lay on Matt and take it. “Gonna, fuck, cum so hard” he groaned out in your ear, grip tightening.

“Please, give me it. I need it so bad” was the only sentence your brain could form. Body convulsing and gripping Matt. The orgasm had your ears ringing, and soaking Matt’s dick.

Releasing your hands he gripped the fat of your ass, moving you up and down roughly. “Yeah? Want me to come inside? Better not waste a drop baby” he moaned out, hips coming to a stop. His cum shooting inside you while he continued to move your hips.

Panting, you rolled the window down. The slight crack allowing for fresh air to enter the foggy car. Slowly pulling your dress down, you crawled back into your seat.

The smell of sex was evident, which made you take a mental note to air out the rental before returning it.

Matt quickly turned the engine on and pulled back into the road. There was nothing for miles, not even a car. Until a pair of red and blue flashing lights filled the dim area. An older man stepped out of his car, holding a flashlight.

The officer held the light and both you and Matt. He had questioned why Matt was going at 50 in a 25 mph zone. You didn’t realize he was going that fast, so you quickly chimed in saying you weren’t feeling well.

Seeing how it was late and you two were just trying to get home, the officer left you both with just a warning.

“Thank you officer, I promise I’ll make sure to tame this cowboy”

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matt please 😭

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elenamatthews summer lovin: had me a blast vs happened so fast

📌 alleyrempe she rodeo on my calgary until i stampede

elenamatthews ﹫alleyrempe i am obsessed with your brain

mattrempe baby i know what our halloween costume is going to be this year

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe you think we're only gonna have one costume... *looks around and laughs* he thinks we're only gonna have one costume 😂

mattrempe let's make this a shore thing, you and me 😉

elenamatthews ﹫mattrempe WEEWOO 🚨 CORNBALL ALERT 🚨

nyrangers happy to see u 2 enjoy the off season!!

elenamatthews ﹫nyrangers we had sm fun!! (i made him do sprints in the sand for his conditioning)

marianbeau oh i'm pissed i didn't think of this one

elenamatthews ﹫marianbeau i know isn't it genius????!11

austonmatthews i can't believe you didn't even try to see my beautiful face while u were in canada

elenamatthews ﹫austonmatthews I WAS ACROSS THE COUNTRY.... brother u need to get some damn geography lessons

shesterkinigor thumbelina takes on summer

elenamatthews ﹫shesterkinigor it's peak season for thumbelina

so_kumar shore summers until the end of time

elenamatthews ﹫so_kumar i second that

matthewknies can i choose both

elenamatthews ﹫matthewknies yeah if u say it really quickly

alexandriajmatthews same time next yr?

elenamatthews ﹫nandaslife i guess.....

breyana_matthews so how come i wasn't invited....

elenamatthews ﹫breyana_matthews not my fault u dont live in jersey anymore breyana_matthews ﹫elenamatthews NEITHER DO YOU?????

clarality #grease #summer #friends #love

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lenamar if you're wondering... i did a backflip ☺️ #baller

rempirestatebuilding but you're breathing now so who's the real winner?

lenamar ﹫rempirestatebuilding still me!!! i've actually be holding my breath since you asked me that question

brickwoll LMFAO WHY DOES HUGO LOOK LIKE THAT

lenamar ﹫brickwoll ummmmm not too much on my son!!! god forbid a boy get his silly on

alleycat matt looks so stupid

rempirestatebuilding ﹫alleycat IM LITERALLY NOT DOING ANYTHING alleycat ﹫rempirestatebuilding exactly. you're not doing anything and u still look stupid.

iamnot34 i too channeled my inner snooki this off season

lenamar ﹫iamnot34 ﹫mitchyboy16 can you confirm this? mitchyboy16 ﹫lenamar ﹫iamnot34 happy to announce that i can in fact confirm this. he was snooki-ing tf OUT

bschneids ooooh i'm gonna get his ass for that sleep mask

lenamar ﹫bschneids as long as u get a video rempirestatebuilding ﹫lenamar ﹫bschneids ?????????

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MATT MF REMPE

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do we know if matt has like done any girls dirty. Is there any stories about him during talking stage/hookup/dating. Im hoping he isnt just some asshole lol

I'll give you the rundown of some of the girls publicly linked to him, though there's also other gossip floating around about girls allegedly going on dates with him on here... however, I don't know how much truth there is to it since it's all stated anonymously with no actual proof.

Last summer, an influencer-model, @/bentleymescall posted him on her IG story. They participated in a volleyball tournament together, and, of course, people were freaking out. Most assumed they were just friends - I thought they might have been talking or getting to know each other with the potential to date. But nothing came of it, and not long after, Bentley ended up getting a boyfriend, whom she is still with.

He went on a date with @/sophialacorteee which might be old news to most of you. This also unfolded last summer. Here's the original post, which pretty much explains it all. The person who originally posted it on Reddit also mentioned that she was pretty obsessed with him before they deleted everything.

It’a kind of funny because before I found out about their date, I remember he was the first to unfollow her too 💀.

Earlier this year, another influencer-model, @/sinslaz tried alluding to being connected to him. This was back in January when they played against the Hurricanes, and she uploaded a photo of him to her story. Obviously, people were quick to assume things.

At the time, I also thought this might meant there might have been something more serious going on... but looking back, I kind of feel nothing was even going on between them and she just posted it to get his attention (they're mutuals on IG), and that was probably her way of shooting her shot with him or seeing if he'd take the bait LOL. Regardless, nothing came of this either.

Another girl was @/avasautter, most people on here probably just know her as "ballet girl." There were speculations about them for a while, but the only "evidence" people had was:

He liked her photos.

His sister Alley followed her.

Then, out of nowhere, she reposted something on TikTok about the stereotype of hockey players ghosting girls. People immediately assumed it was about Matt.

Then a few months later, she posted a shady TikTok indirecting him, but dropped some pretty obvious hints, and then confirmed herself that it was about Matt in the comments. This was during the whole TikTok ban trend era (which barely lasted 24 hours... LOL).

She also posted another TikTok after this, saying, “I guess the internet knows about my love life now.” Someone asked in the comments, “Did you get played or ghosted?” obviously reffering to Rempe. Her reply? “I don’t even know myself.”

It wasn't clarified, but you can easily put together that he must have played her or led her on in some way. They're still mutuals on IG, a long with his sister, though.

So most of what people had pieced together about them possibly talking or dating turned out to be true. But even if you estimate the timeframe they were seeing each other, he was still active on dating apps, following new girls, and liking their pictures, so it was hard to tell how serious their relationship actually was.

Edit: Forgot to mention she deleted both of her videos after a few days. The hockey stereotypes repost is still up on her profile.