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cozy nights 

summary …. sugar is doing dishes and Matt comes home. 

The soft clink of plates and the low hum of running water filled the kitchen as you rinsed the last of the dinner dishes. The sun had dipped low, leaving the room lit in a warm golden glow. You were lost in your own thoughts, humming softly, when you heard the front door creak open.

Heavy footsteps moved across the floor—steady, familiar. Before you could even turn around, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest.

“Hey, darlin’,” Matt’s low, gravelly voice rumbled against your ear, warm and tired.

You smiled, setting the plate in the drying rack and resting your damp hands on the edge of the sink. “Hey yourself,” you said, tilting your head slightly so he could nuzzle into your neck. “How was your day?”

“Better now,” he murmured, giving you a little squeeze. “Just the usual—long, a little too busy. Nothin’ special. What about yours?”

You turned in his arms, looking up at him. His hair was a little messy from the wind outside, his eyes softer than usual as they met yours.

“It was good,” you said, smiling. “Did some laundry, ran to the store… nothing exciting. Just been waiting for you to get home.”

He chuckled under his breath, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “You always know how to make a guy feel loved.”

You grinned and leaned into him, resting your head against his chest. His hand found the small of your back, keeping you close, and for a while you both just stood there in the quiet kitchen—no rush, no hurry—just two people soaking in the kind of comfort that only comes from being home with each other. 

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𝜗ৎ introducing . . . sugar!reader & matt dillon ↓

୨୧  sugar!reader 

21. blonde. shy. cats. pouts. soft spoken. spoiled. glossy lips. dresses comfy. dresses up. mini skirts. dresses. nails done. pink. hair rollers. vanilla. silver jewelry. iced coffee. car rides. music. reading. penthouse. shopping. 

୨୧ Matt Dillon 

22. brown. out going. gruff. famous. actor. rough around the edges. broad shoulders. but soft. New York accent. known for playing bad boys. vintage car. suits. jewelry. jeans. tight shirts. dogs. penthouse. rock & roll. led zeppelin. music. 

dividers: @omi-resources & @bernardsbendystraws

credits to @mattslace for the inspiration! as well as @sturniphone 

authors note: I do not condone Matt Dillon or any of the characters he plays. I simply want to write for him. So, if you're going to be rude then don't read. Since there's not a lot of people who write for him. Thank you! 

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Rainy day

summary …. sugar is sitting on the couch reading a book, when Matt comes home all upset. And sugar makes it better. 

The rain tapped gently against the windows, a soft rhythm that filled the quiet apartment like a lullaby. The sky was a muted gray, heavy and sleepy, casting a cozy hush over everything. Sugar sat curled on the couch in her oversized cream sweater, a book resting on her lap, one finger tucked between the pages where she’d paused. Bean, her fluffy white cat, was curled against her side, purring softly, completely at peace.

The scent of vanilla candles drifted through the room. A warm cup of tea sat on the coffee table, steam still rising. Everything felt still—safe. Her world was small right now, and perfect.

Until she heard the front door open.

Heavy footsteps. A sharp sigh. The soft click of the door shutting with just a little too much force. Sugar’s eyes lifted from the page, head tilting as she looked toward the entrance. Matt stepped inside, rain clinging to his expensive charcoal coat, his dark hair tousled and damp. His expression was tight—jaw clenched, brows furrowed, tension humming through his tall frame like a wire pulled taut.

He dropped his briefcase beside the door, not even bothering to hang his coat. His shoulders slumped.

Sugar blinked slowly, her voice soft as lace. “Oh, sweetheart.”

That was all it took.

Matt’s eyes found hers across the room—those warm, honey-soft eyes, so different from the boardrooms and the backstabbing meetings and the unrelenting pressure of being him all day. He crossed the room in just a few strides, and then he was kneeling in front of the couch, burying his face into Sugar’s lap like a boy who’d just had the worst day imaginable.

She ran her fingers through his damp hair without hesitation, letting her nails lightly scratch his scalp the way he liked. Bunny meowed softly, jumping down from the couch to give them space.

Matt didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.

Sugar whispered, “It’s okay now. You’re home.”

He exhaled hard against her thigh, as if he’d been holding it in all day. She could feel the weight of it—the stress, the pressure, the loneliness that clung to him like a second skin. Her heart ached for him.

“You wanna go to the bedroom?” she murmured, brushing her thumb against his temple.

He nodded against her lap.

She helped him stand and led him by the hand, slow and gentle, to the bedroom. The rain followed them in sound, still tapping against the windows like a lullaby. Sugar sat him on the edge of the bed and pulled off his coat, then unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers careful and tender like she was unwrapping something fragile.

Matt didn’t say much, but his eyes never left her—softened, wide, vulnerable in a way only she ever got to see.

She got him out of his work clothes and into one of her oversized sweaters—his favorite one, the baby blue knit with the tiny embroidered hearts on the cuffs. He always said it smelled like her. Always said it made him feel safe.

Then she climbed into bed with him, pulling the covers up around them like a cocoon.

He wrapped himself around her, arms tucked tightly around her waist, face hidden against her chest. She held him, rubbing slow circles on his back, humming quietly.

“You’re safe now,” she whispered into his hair. “You don’t have to be strong here.”

Matt didn’t respond with words. He just pressed closer. Sighed deeper. Let himself sink.

Outside, the rain kept falling. Inside, in the little nest of soft blankets and Sugar’s arms, everything was warm.

And for once, Matt didn’t have to be the CEO. He could just be hers.

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𝜗ৎ introducing . . . sugar!reader & matt ↓

୨୧  sugar!reader 

21. blonde. shy. cat. adores anything pink. vanilla. stuffed animals. spoiled. makeup. gold jewelry. bows. cute but comfy. ultra-feminine. acts bratty. clingy. pink. hair rollers. cuddles. ices coffee. penthouse. shopping. car rides. music. nail salon. 

୨୧ CEO!matt

22. brown. CEO. social. tailored suits. loves making reader happy. dogs. late night drives. meetings. whiskey. mean to everyone but her. spoils reader. smells like cologne. gray. sometimes cold. penthouse. watch. work.

dividers: @omi-resources & @bernardsbendystraws

credits to @mattslace for the inspiration! 

Also credits to the person who did the CEO Matt. I don't remember who created this. But thank you!

Hello! I hope you guys like this! I'm trying to get better. And I'm making something that I like you guys will like hopefully. 

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Fruits Basket .ᐟ Tohru Honda Reader x Chratt

Reader is Matt and Chris's girl, thought Matt and Chris didn't like sharing. She is tender-hearted, a shy and sweet soul who loves both boys. Chris and Matt are both happy to make sure she is happy and well loved. 

Hi! this moodboard is a concept for Fruits Baskets (which is an anime). I wanted to make an au for my favorite show! Don't read if you don't like it! stay tuned!

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Matt Sturniolo x f! reader 𐙚 

Y/n had no idea what was waiting for her when she opened the front door.

She’d had a long day—longer than she cared to admit—and all she could think about was slipping into her comfiest hoodie and curling up with Matt on the couch. She fumbled with her keys, already calling out softly, “Matt?” as she stepped inside.

Silence.

The apartment was dark—eerily dark. All the usual warm lamps were off. No TV humming. No sound of Matt rummaging through the fridge for a late snack. Just quiet… and a faint glow coming from the living room.

Y/n blinked. A soft, hazy purple light lit up the space beyond the hallway. Her brows furrowed.

“Matt?” she called again, but it came out more cautious this time, her soft voice just above a whisper.

No answer.

Just music. Low, steady, sultry music with a beat that made her heart start thumping a little harder.

And then she saw him.

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, a startled laugh bubbling out of her before she could stop it.

He was shirtless. His toned chest glistened under the lighting, muscles sharp and defined from hours at the gym (and, unbeknownst to Y/n, hours of secret practicing). He wore fitted jeans that sat low on his hips, worn-in cowboy boots, and a matching cowboy hat that tilted just enough to shadow his smirk.

Y/N blinked.

What… what was happening?

And then he moved.

Like something out of a movie, Matt began to walk forward slowly, hips already swaying to the beat. His hand dragged down his chest as the purple light shimmered over his skin, his abs practically glowing in the dark. He looked like some kind of dancing dream cowboy, and she—sweet, shy Y/N—couldn’t do anything but let out another breathy, stunned laugh.

“Oh my God, Matt…” she giggled, eyes wide, cheeks blazing with heat as she instinctively covered her face with both hands.

But he just smirked.

But he just smirked.

“Been practicing for months,” he said, voice deep and husky. “This is your surprise, baby.”

And with that, he dropped it.

The music kicked up, a bass-heavy remix of “Pony” thumping through the speakers. Matt’s body rolled with the beat like he was born to do this, and she could hardly believe her eyes. Her sweet, lowkey, slightly awkward boyfriend was out here doing a full-on Magic Mike performance—and doing it well.

Matt didn’t say a word. He just moved.

And oh, did he move.

Y/n froze in place, her cheeks flooding with color as Matt took his time, hips swaying to the beat, hands gliding over his abs before dragging slowly down the waistband of his jeans. His smirk deepened as he locked eyes with her, hat dipping forward as he stepped closer, one slow, deliberate step at a time.

“You’re… you’re seriously doing this?” she asked breathlessly, trying not to fall over.

Matt nodded once, grinning. “All for you, baby.”

The next part was even more unexpected.

He tugged his belt slowly, dramatically, slipping it from the loops of his jeans with a snap that made her jump. He tossed it aside like he was on stage and made eye contact with her the whole time. It wasn’t goofy anymore—it was hot.

He slid down to his knees with a sensual roll of his shoulders and began crawling toward her like some sort of beautiful menace, eyes still locked on hers. Her knees nearly gave out.

“Matt—Matt, oh my God,” she gasped between gasps of laughter and nervous squeals. “I can’t—this is so—oh my God!”

He didn’t stop.

Now he was up again, hips rocking in perfect rhythm, slowly unbuttoning his jeans while his abs tensed under the purple glow. Every move was exaggerated, practiced—months of effort poured into each step and hip sway. The kind of effort only someone who really loved someone would put in.

He was doing this for her.

Y/N was frozen near the doorway, caught between wanting to run away in shy embarrassment and wanting to run toward him and kiss him until the world disappeared.

“Y/N,” Matt said, breathless now, hands on the waistband of his jeans. “You like your surprise?”

“You’re so—so ridiculous!” she squeaked. “I love it. I love you! This is insane.”

She nodded so fast her cowboy-hatted boyfriend laughed.

Y/n looked up at him, her lips twitching. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” she said, cracking a smile. “I can’t believe you just did that for me.”

“Good,” he said with a wink. “Because I’m not even done yet.”

He turned around again, letting his jeans ride just low enough to tease, dancing with a confidence that didn’t even seem real anymore. 

And even though her cheeks were burning and she kept trying to hide her face in her hands, she couldn’t look away.

This was Matt—her Matt—being silly and sexy and giving her the surprise of a lifetime.

By the end of the song, his jeans were hanging dangerously low on his hips, his chest glistening faintly from the effort, and the hat was cocked at an angle that made him look downright feral.

He took a bow.

Y/N clapped with the loudest laugh she’d let out all day, face still bright red.

“You’re insane!” she said again through her laughter. “You actually practiced that?”

“For you,” Matt said, walking over to her now, still shirtless, still wearing the boots and hat. “I wanted to do something special. Thought I’d tap into my... cowboy side.”

She giggled and pressed her hands against his chest.

“That was so special. And so hot. I’m still recovering.”

“You gonna tip me?” he teased with a grin.

She blinked up at him, sweet and starry-eyed.

“I don’t have cash,” she whispered. “But... I think I can pay you in kisses.”

Matt leaned down, lips brushing hers. “Best tip I’ve ever gotten.”

And with that, he kissed her.

Slow. Deep. Purple light painting their shadows on the walls.

And she knew without a doubt—

This was the weirdest, funniest, most romantic night of her life.

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main account @berrysturn Matt Sturniolo x Chris Sturniolo f! reader 𐙚 Welcome home!

Emma stood in the kitchen, humming softly as she wiped down the counter. The late afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, casting a warm golden glow around her. Her apron was slightly crooked, and a small smudge of flour dusted her cheek — she hadn't even noticed. She moved lightly, full of quiet energy, just like always — kind, gentle, and a little clumsy, much like Tohru Honda herself.

The front door swung open, letting in a gust of cool air, followed by the familiar sounds of footsteps and laughter.

"We're home!" Chris called out, his voice filling the space.

Matt followed, quieter but smiling at the sight of her.

Emma turned around immediately, her face lighting up with the kind of pure, radiant joy that made the whole room feel warmer.

"Welcome home!" she said, her voice soft and sweet, her eyes sparkling.

Without thinking, Chris walked over and gently placed his hand on top of Emma’s head, ruffling her hair affectionately. It was a simple gesture, but it made Emma's heart flutter — she was so used to showing care for others, it always caught her by surprise when someone returned it so easily.

Matt, standing just a little behind, watched the interaction with a small, almost hidden smile — the kind he reserved only for the moments he found too precious to interrupt.

"You didn't have to wait up for us, you know," Matt said, stepping closer and placing a grocery bag on the counter, his tone somewhere between stern and fond.

Emma shook her head quickly, the smile never leaving her face. "I wanted to," she said, her voice like a little bell. "I made dinner too... if you're hungry."

Chris and Matt exchanged a glance — half exasperated, half endeared — before Chris leaned down and said with a teasing grin, "What would we do without you, Em?"

Emma just laughed softly, wiping her hands on her apron, ready to serve them with the same unwavering kindness she always carried, no matter how messy or complicated their little family might sometimes be.

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main account @berrysturn Matt Sturniolo x f! reader 𐙚 Sweet like honey

The apartment was filled with the soft hum of evening — the faint ticking of the clock, the whisper of the breeze through the slightly open window, and the quiet clink of dishes as Y/n worked in the kitchen. The sun had already set, leaving the sky a deep velvet blue sprinkled with stars, and the little kitchen was bathed in the warm, cozy glow of the overhead light.

Y/n hummed softly to herself, a sweet, almost childlike tune, as she wiped down the counters. She wore a light pink apron over her clothes, her hair tied neatly in two little side ponytails, each adorned with a delicate bow — one on each side of her head. The bows bobbed gently whenever she moved, giving her an even softer, sweeter appearance.

She had spent the last hour tidying up after dinner — not that she minded. Cleaning made her feel useful, and she loved the idea of Matt coming home to a neat, warm space. She glanced toward the door, wondering when he might be back. Her heart fluttered just a little at the thought of seeing him again. No matter how many times he came home from work, it always felt special.

Just as she placed the last plate on the drying rack, she heard the heavy click of the front door unlocking.

Her heart skipped. She quickly dried her hands on a towel and peeked her head around the corner.

Matt stepped inside, his black coat still dusted with tiny specks of nighttime mist. He looked tired — his tie loosened, his hair a little messy from the long day — but there was something comforting about the way he filled the space, as if the whole apartment breathed a sigh of relief when he came home.

Y/n immediately brightened, her eyes shining.

"Welcome home, Matt!" she chirped, giving a soft little wave, her sleeves slipping down her small wrists.

Matt's tired eyes landed on her, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease. His gaze softened — not something he allowed often with anyone else. But with Y/n, it was different.

He grunted a little in acknowledgment, closing the door behind him. His footsteps were heavy but steady as he made his way toward her.

Y/n wrung her hands nervously for a second, then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear — though it slipped out again almost immediately, brushing against the little bow. She took a tiny step forward, peeking up at him shyly from beneath her lashes.

"U-Um… Matt," she began in her small, sweet voice, "are you hungry? I-I can make you something if you want…!"

She smiled up at him — so sincere, so eager to help — her bows bobbing slightly as she tilted her head. She looked like a doll, standing there with such pure concern etched onto her face.

Matt sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His voice came out low and rough, but not unkind.

"You don't have to fuss over me, Y/n."

"But… I want to!" she blurted out before she could stop herself, cheeks blooming a soft pink. "You’ve been working so hard… I want to make sure you eat properly!"

Matt stared at her for a long moment. He wasn’t used to people caring about him like this. Most of the time, people only wanted things from him — deals, favors, money. Y/n, though… Y/n just wanted him to be okay.

He sighed again, softer this time, and walked closer, the leather of his shoes tapping gently against the kitchen floor.

"You’re too good for me." he muttered under his breath — so quiet she almost didn’t hear it.

Y/n blinked, her smile growing a little wider, a little shyer. "T-That's not true…!" she said quickly, flustered. "I’m just… happy you're home."

Matt reached out, almost hesitantly, and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, letting his fingers linger for a brief second on the silky bow. It was such a small, affectionate gesture, but it made Y/n’s heart race.

"You shouldn't wait up for me like this," he said gruffly, though his thumb gently traced the side of her cheek, as if contradicting his own words.

"I don't mind…" she whispered.

Matt let out a quiet chuckle — rare and low. He looked her over for another long moment, then finally gave in.

"Alright, princesa. Make me whatever you want."

Y/n lit up immediately, bouncing a little on her toes as she turned back toward the kitchen, the little bows at her temples fluttering with her movement. "Okay! I’ll make something simple — um, maybe some rice and soup? I can have it ready really quick!"

Matt watched her as she bustled around the kitchen, pulling ingredients from cabinets with a kind of clumsy grace. She nearly dropped a spoon at one point, gasping and fumbling to catch it, but somehow managed to right herself, laughing a tiny, breathy laugh.

He shook his head fondly.

It had been a brutal day — meetings, calls, negotiations that stretched far into the evening. But somehow, just standing here, watching Y/n in her little bows and apron, humming to herself as she made dinner just for him, the weight on his chest didn’t feel quite so crushing.

When Y/n finally set the plate down in front of him at the little kitchen table, she folded her hands neatly in front of her, smiling so brightly that it could have lit up the whole city.

"I hope it tastes okay," she said anxiously, cheeks tinged pink.

Matt picked up the spoon, giving her a look so soft that it would have stunned anyone who knew him outside this apartment.

He took a bite — and though he didn't say anything at first, Y/n noticed the way his shoulders relaxed, the way his jaw unclenched.

"This is good," he said simply.

Y/n beamed, rocking a little on her heels, her bows bouncing happily.

Matt continued eating, and for a long while, the two of them sat in comfortable silence — the only sounds the soft clinking of silverware and the quiet nighttime breeze.

Y/n rested her chin in her hands as she watched him, a small, secret smile on her lips.

Maybe the world outside was harsh and cold. Maybe Matt’s life was full of battles she would never see. But here, in their little kitchen, under the soft light, with the scent of warm soup filling the air, they had a small, quiet world all their own.

And to Y/n, that was everything.

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