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WHAT IS UP EVERYONE!!! So this will be my official eezygang main masterlist for almost every one in EGHQ!!

This is my first time doing this so bare with me 🙏🏽

I accept request 24/7 for the following:

SOMEBROS

AMP

BETA SQUAD

CoryxKenshin

AND MORE….

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In the hallway, keys rattled quietly, followed by the creak of the door. You stepped in, your work shoes worn and your shoulders hunched. Your navy blazer clung to her like the day’s stress, and the faint scent of coffee and printer ink still clung to your hair. You didn’t announce herself. You never did anymore.

Duke glanced toward the sound, catching your figure in the corner of his eye. “Hey babe,” he said, still facing the screen, his voice warm. “Long day?”

You smiled faintly, exhausted. “It’s nothing,” you replied, slipping off your shoes with slow, tired hands.

You padded into your shared bedroom, quiet as ever. You didn’t want to interrupt. Streaming was Duke’s dream, his full-time job now. He had grown so much in just a year, his community adored him, and sponsors had started rolling in for him and the rest of AMP. The last thing you wanted was to be a distraction.

But “it’s nothing” never really meant nothing.

⸻

Over the following weeks, Duke started to notice. The way you winced as you sat down. The new bruises on your wrists from hauling too much at the office. The longer showers you took, probably to cry where he couldn’t hear you. And always that same, soft reply when he asked how your day was: “It’s nothing.”

It stung more than he expected.

He knew you were trying to protect his time, his stream. But something about your silence felt louder than any donation alert or subscriber milestone.

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One evening, he ended the stream early.

“Hey chat,” he said, eyes softer than usual, “I’ll be cutting it short tonight. I have to go handle some business right quick, but I’ll be back on soon.”

He shut down the lights, closed his laptop, and walked into the kitchen. You were there, stirring tea, your eyes glassy and distant.

Duke approached and gently pulled the mug from your hands. “Baby,” he said softly, “can you stop telling me it’s nothing?”

Your lips parted, but no words came. Just a breath. A tremble. A small crack in your practiced calm.

“I know you don’t want to bother me,” he continued, “but you are my something. My favorite something. And when you hurt, I want to know. I need to know.”

You swallowed. A tear finally fell, catching on your cheek.

“I’m just so tired, D…” she whispered. “Every day it feels like I’m trying to hold everything together, and I don’t want to be the reason you fall behind.”

He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back, with little forehead kisses here and there. “Then let me hold you together for once.”

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The next morning, you woke to the scent of lavender and pancakes.

Duke had turned off all his alarms. A handwritten note lay beside your pillow:

“Today is your day. No work. No stress. Just us. Robes are in the bathroom. Breakfast is warm. And yes, I rescheduled your meetings. Don’t be mad—be loved.”

You laughed through a groggy sob, clutching the paper to your chest.

You two spent the day doing everything you never had time for. Spa music filled the apartment, and he gave you the clumsiest, most earnest massage of your life. You watched terrible movies, baked cookies, and ended the evening with you curled up against him, for once without pain tucked behind your smile.

As the sky turned pink and the day wound down, you whispered, “Thank you.”

Duke kissed your forehead and whispered back, “You never have to carry it alone. It’s not nothing if it’s hurting you.”

And for the first time in a long while, You believed it.

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Left Behind - Agent 00

At first, it didn’t bother him much—he liked the attention, the constant texts, the check-ins throughout the day. But lately, it felt like a weight around his neck, pulling him down every time he glanced at his phone or saw her name on the screen. He was trying to work, and his phone buzzed again. It was Y/n, asking if he wanted anything to eat but him being busy, he never replied.

He had been patient, but the texts kept coming—one after another, each more persistent than the last. Suddenly the door burst open and Y/n walks in with a sandwich and two bottles of water. She placed on the little table on his right and expected him to acknowledge her, even if it was just a nod. She waved her hand in his face, tugged on his shirt, and even rubbed his neck, which he LOVED by the way. She huffed and walked over to his PC and unplugged the system. Finally, he snapped.

“What the fuck did you do?! I was editing my goddamn videos and now I have to start all over again! Can you just leave me alone for once? I’m trying to work here!” His voice was sharper and louder than he meant, his words stinging with frustration. I mean could you really blame him?

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t expected that. Not from him. Not like this. “Din…” Her voice was quiet, tentative, like she was unsure of what she had just heard. “I—I’m just checking in. I thought—”

“I don’t need you checking in all the time!” he interrupted, his words harsh. “You’re so clingy, Y/n. It’s exhausting. Just—just give me some space for once!”

Her face fell, the warmth she always felt when they were together suddenly replaced by coldness. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t argue or try to defend herself. She just stood there, in shock, as the words sank in.

Agent stared at her, his chest heaving, regret creeping in immediately. But it was too late. She turned away, her tears falling freely now, and walked out of the room, leaving him with a deep, gnawing emptiness in his gut.

For the next few hours, neither of them said a word. Agent tried to focus on his work, but the image of Y/n’s hurt face kept replaying in his mind. He wanted to apologize, to go after her and make things right. But pride held him back. And besides, she had always been the one to reach out first. She always fixed things.

Y/n, on the other hand, couldn’t bring herself to speak either. The words “clingy” echoed in her mind like a cruel, repetitive chant. She had never felt more small, more unwanted. She sat on her bed, staring at her phone, wondering if he would ever text her again. But the hours passed in silence, the space between them growing wider, the weight of his words pressing down on her.

As night fell, both of them were left in their own separate worlds—Agent, stewing in his regret, and Y/n, nursing the broken pieces of her heart. Neither of them knew how to bridge the gap they had created, both of them too proud and too hurt to make the first move. The silence stretched on, as fragile as the bond they once shared. And for the first time, neither of them knew if things would ever be the same again.

NEXT DAY

The silence between Agent and Y/n stretched on for hours. Neither of them had reached out, both waiting for the other to be the first to apologize. But as time passed, the weight of the argument settled heavily on Agent’s chest. He couldn’t shake the image of Y/n’s tear-streaked face. The words he’d said felt like lead in his stomach.

He sat at his desk, staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over her contact. He wanted to send something, anything—an apology, an explanation, a sign that he was sorry. But he was afraid. Afraid that what he had said was too much, too harsh. That Y/n wouldn’t want him anymore.

On the other side of town, Y/n sat on her bed, her phone still clutched tightly in her hands. She stared at the screen, willing it to light up with a message from Agent. Anything. But the hours passed, and her hope began to dwindle. She had tried so hard to be everything he wanted, to be supportive and understanding, but all she had gotten in return was that word—clingy. It stung, more than she cared to admit.

Eventually, she set her phone down on the nightstand, wiped away the last of her tears, and let out a shaky sigh. Maybe it was over. Maybe she had been too much. Maybe they weren’t meant to be.

But then, just as she was about to close her eyes, her phone buzzed. She froze, heart racing.

It was a text from Din.

Din🥰-

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. You’re not clingy, I’ve just been a jerk. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/n. Please, let’s talk.”

READ 11:45 pm

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. The words hit her like a wave, both relieving and painful at once. She stared at the message, her fingers hovering over the keys, unsure of how to respond. After everything, could she really just forgive him? Could things go back to how they were?

But then she remembered their good moments—the laughter, the comfort, the connection. She remembered how much she loved him, and how much she hated the distance that had grown between them.

Her fingers moved quickly over the screen, typing, deleting, typing again. Finally, she sent a simple reply.

MyFuture❤️-

“I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to be overwhelming. I just… I don’t know, I thought you might need me. But I get it now. I don’t want to make you feel like you can’t breathe.”

READ 11:47 pm

Din🥰-

“Open the door”

Confused, she stood up and went to her front door and through the peephole and saw a bouquet of roses and some dreads. She flung the door open and held onto him. She didn’t want to let go and neither did he.

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👏🏾 💜

Done!

I saw agent and met cinna!!! I’m content with life bro 🥲

Warning - Smut, cussing… that’s mostly it

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I was relaxing on Agent’s bean bag as he was screaming at his chat for the 100th time that night, probably about his big ass forehead.

“Chat y’all STAY dick riding bro!” He said as he got up to get a bottle of water for himself.

Getting up, I sat down in his chair and started talking to the chat cause I was lowkey bored.

“Hey guys! I’m bored, give me something to do,” I exclaimed reading the chat messages.

Eezybakeoven: TRUTH OR DARE!!!!!!!!

AgentsMaker: My wife frfr guys…

Bigjustbust: Hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!

Agentgurl_00: Truth or dare

“Din, wanna do truth or dare?” I said turning around but he was already pressed up behind me. Like nigga moveeeeee. “Bro what are you doing, back up.”

“Girl who is you talking to, you’re in MY chair, talking to MY stream. Get up.” He tilted the chair to push me out of it.

I kissed my teeth and stood up and sat on the other chair while glaring at Agent who just sat down with a big ass smile on his face like everything is sweet.

“Anyways chat, I came up with a great idea. We should play truth or dare,” This nigga,“Totally an original idea, so let’s do it guys, I’m gonna turn on text-to-speech, yall don’t be weird.”

[YoMamaHouse Donated 1 Dollar:

I dare one of you to tell us something nobody knows!!!]

“You wanna do or should I, Din?”

“You can go right ahead.”

“Okay, so I am in love with one of my closest friends. Next person!” I smiled and continued on while I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I looked everywhere but at him.

[Nutonmyface6969 Donated 1 Dollar: Make out with any food in the fridge for a minute]

“I got this one,” he got up and went to the fridge and grabbed an apple.

He took the apple and and stared at it for a good few seconds before starting, he was giving it light pecks before he started to tongue down the apple, licking it sensual while keeping eye contact, to say this was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen was an understatement. I was getting turned from just watching a man make out with a fruit. I know how Daphne felt in Bridgerton now.

“And time, good job lover boy. Y’all gonna get married now?” I giggled before turning away from the camera to gather myself cause girlllllll.

“Chat, we’ll be back in a few minutes. I gotta go handle something.” He paused the stream and turned me around and pulled me to him.

“Bro what are you doing! We were in the middle of something!” I kept on rambling until I was cut off by a pair of lips. I was shocked for a minute before I kissed back and deepened the kiss. He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of his lap.

“Wait baby, let’s go to your bed first.” He nodded, looking dazed and picked me up, practically running to his room and threw me on the bed.

He leaned down on top of me and kissed my jaw down to my neck while my hands were pinned up over my head with his left hand, preventing me from touching him. His tongue swirled around my neck as I squirmed and moaned.

“Let me touch you baby, I wanna feel you,” I moaned while tugging my hands.

He gazed at me through his hooded eyes and let go of my hands. They immediately grasped his hair and he let out a strained sigh and proceeded to pull my shorts off my body.

“No underwear on? You were ready for this, weren’t you?” He said as he flipped me over on my knees and started to finger me. I moved against his hand while letting out soft moans. “Fuck, that’s my girl. Let me get a taste baby, let me taste you.”

I moaned as he started to eat me out from behind, I struggled to stay up on my arms and let my chest collapse onto the bed and started breathing heavily. He landed a hard smack to my ass as he spread my folds and stuck his tongue inside of me. He’s not the first person I’ve been with but he is the best.

He found my clit, flicking it with his tounge before he shove two fingers in me, “You’re dripping baby.” I wanted to say something but everything just came out as a whine or a moan. His hands spread my ass, his thumb finding its way to my hole before he slipped it in.

I let out a scream and he used his other hand to rub my back as he tried to soothe me. I was so close from the immense pleasure from him eating me and fingering my ass as well. I started moaning louder as I was nearing my release and he could feel it too, he pulled his thumb out of my ass and started to rub my clit vigorously until I started squirting all over the bed and his face.

“Let it out girl, let it all out,” he said as he continued to rub my clit, helping me ride out my orgasm. He flipped me over and kissed me as I tasted myself on his tongue.

“You ready babe?” He asked lining himself up—, wait when did he take his pants off?????

Oh well, who cares?

I nodded and then felt him sheathed himself inside of me in a single stroke.

My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I whimpered as he started off slowly, letting me adjust to his size.

“Yes!” I choked out. Using his right hand to spread my leg out more to allow him to go deeper. I could barely catch my breath as he started to go faster, the head board rocking against the wall. Pinned down by both his cock and his hand on my leg . A line of sensations hit me, each more pleasurable than the last.

I looked up at him, admiring his features as he focused on pleasing me. The sweat that rolled off his forehead already, the way his eyebrows scrunched up and the stare he kept onto my face as he started to thrust faster and harder.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned,“you’re taking me so well baby. You finna cum baby?” I nodded, “Yeah?” I nodded again, “Yeah?” I moaned out a loud yes as he started chuckling.

“Cum with me baby.”

I started to unravel onto him and I could’ve sworn I saw stars bro. His thrusts started to get sloppy as he came inside of me with a heavy sigh.

“Din?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

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AND THIS IS IT GUYS

it’s not the best cause I did do this last minute so I didn’t proofread it. So there may be some errors.

But tell me how you guys liked it!!!!