#zak bagans fanfiction

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Hey, my requests are open

I decided I would also like to write for other fandoms outside of f1.

I’m thinking about:

Criminal minds

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Emily prentiss

Game of thrones

Little finger

Tywin Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Sansa stark

John snow

Star trek

Leonard McCoy

Spock

Christopher pike

Harry potter

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Lord of the rings

King Thranduil

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Sherlock

Mycroft homes

The walking dead

Negan

Celebrities

Alan Rickman

Lee Pace

Pedro pascal

Zak Bagans

Let me know if you want other fandom or characters I’m open for everything.

Drop a request.

I would be happy to write it

[lixii00]

Possession - Zak Bagans x Fem Reader

Word Count: 3105

MY MAN MY MAN MY MANNNNNNNN

You chewed on your lip, the flickering flashlight beam dancing across the peeling wallpaper. It was your first official ghost hunt with the Ghost Adventures crew, and nerves buzzed beneath your skin like static electricity. You’d been obsessed with the paranormal since you were a kid, glued to every episode of the show, and now you were here, boots on the ground, ready to investigate.

Zak Bagans, the enigmatic and intense leader, stood beside you, his own flashlight cutting through the oppressive darkness of the abandoned Crestwood Sanatorium. The air hung thick, heavy with the weight of years of suffering and decay. The stench of mildew and something vaguely metallic tickled your nose, making you wrinkle it slightly.

“Alright, Y/N,” Zak’s voice, usually booming on TV, was quieter here, more focused. “Ready to get your hands dirty?”

You swallowed, forcing a confident nod. “Born ready.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, and then turned his attention back to the room. Aaron Goodwin, Billy Tolley, and Jay Wasley were fanning out, setting up equipment – cameras, EMF readers, spirit boxes. The familiar hum of their tech filled the silent space, a strange contrast to the unsettling stillness.

This was it. You were officially part of the Ghost Adventures team, even if just in a ‘trial by fire’ sort of way. Zak had reached out after seeing your online paranormal investigations, impressed by your meticulous research and – as he put it – your “unflinching approach to the unknown.” You still felt a thrill course through you remembering that email.

“We’re in the main patient ward,” Zak explained, gesturing around the cavernous room. Rows of empty beds, their metal frames rusted and skeletal, lined the space. Paint peeled from the high ceilings like sunburnt skin, and the floorboards groaned underfoot with each step. “High reports of residual energy and… something darker here. Nurse’s station over there,” he pointed with his chin, “that’s where we’re going to start.”

You nodded, heart pounding a rhythm against your ribs. You’d done your research on Crestwood. It had a grim history, rife with mistreatment and experimental procedures. Stories of patient deaths, whispered screams, and lingering despair clung to the very fabric of the building like cobwebs.

As you followed Zak to the nurse’s station, you pulled out your digital recorder, switching it on. “Testing, testing. Location: Crestwood Sanatorium, Main Patient Ward. Date and time…” You rattled off the details, your voice a little shaky.

Zak watched you, his intense blue eyes assessing. “Enthusiasm is good, Y/N, but don’t let it cloud your senses. Stay grounded, stay alert.”

“I will,” you promised, feeling a surge of determination. You wouldn’t let nerves get the best of you. You were here to prove yourself.

The nurse’s station was surprisingly intact, a small counter with drawers and cabinets behind. Dust coated everything, thick and undisturbed. Zak pulled out his EMF reader, the needle jumping immediately.

“Baseline is already high,” he muttered, frowning. “Okay, team. Let’s spread out, start our initial sweeps. Y/N, stay with me for now.”

You felt a small thrill at being chosen to stick with Zak. You tried to play it cool, nodding and focusing on your equipment. You pulled out your own EMF reader, mirroring Zak’s movements, watching the needle dance erratically.

“Anything?” Zak asked, his voice low.

“Yeah, definitely elevated,” you confirmed, noting the readings on your recorder too. “Inconsistent pulses, though.”

Zak nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room, sharp and focused. “Let’s try the spirit box.”

Billy set up the spirit box on the counter, the rapid-fire static hiss filling the silence. Zak began his questioning, his voice resonating with authority.

“Is there anyone here with us? Can you speak to us? Tell us your name.”

Static crackled, then fragmented words flickered through the noise. “…help…” “…pain…” “…dark…”

Goosebumps erupted on your arms. You exchanged a wide-eyed look with Zak. This was faster, more intense, than anything you’d experienced on your solo investigations.

“Can you tell us why you are in pain?” Zak pressed, his voice unwavering.

More static, then a clearer voice, deeper, guttural. “Leave.”

The air in the room seemed to physically constrict. A sudden chill ran down your spine, so intense it made your teeth chatter. You gripped your EMF reader tighter, your knuckles white.

“Did you hear that?” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Zak stared at the spirit box, his jaw tight. “Yeah. That was… hostile.”

Suddenly, the temperature plummeted. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead buzzed and dimmed erratically. You felt a prickling sensation on your skin, like tiny needles. You were picking up on something, something strong.

Aaron, who was in a corner of the ward, called out, his voice laced with apprehension. “Guys, my camera just cut out. And my batteries are fully charged.”

Billy’s spirit box sputtered and died, the static abruptly ceasing. Jay’s flashlight beam wavered, then flickered off completely, plunging his section into near darkness.

A wave of unease washed over you, stronger than anything you’d felt before. It wasn’t just a ghostly presence; it felt… malevolent. You took a step closer to Zak instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Okay, team,” Zak said sharply, his voice cutting through the growing tension. “Power fluctuations. Could be environmental, could be… something else. Stay together, eyes open. Y/N, stick close.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You felt a primal fear rising in your throat, but also a strange, morbid fascination. This was what you were here for, wasn't it? To face the darkness, to understand the unknown.

Zak moved slowly, cautiously, deeper into the ward. You followed, your flashlight beam trembling slightly. The silence was deafening now, the hum of the equipment gone, replaced by an oppressive stillness. You could feel the weight of unseen eyes on you, a sense of being watched, scrutinized.

Then, it happened.

A whisper, right in your ear, so close it sent shivers down your spine. It wasn’t audible, not exactly. It was more like a thought, planted directly in your mind, cold and insidious.

You are weak.

You gasped, stumbling back, your hand flying to your ear.

“Y/N?” Zak’s voice was instantly sharp with concern. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t articulate it, couldn’t explain the icy intrusion in your thoughts. “I… I heard something. Whispering.”

“Where?” Zak scanned the room, his flashlight beam sweeping around.

“Right here,” you pointed to your ear, your hand trembling. “In my head… it felt like… a thought.”

Zak’s brow furrowed. He placed a hand on your arm, his touch surprisingly firm and grounding. “Describe it. What did it say?”

You hesitated, the words feeling foolish, insignificant in the face of the overwhelming dread that was building. “It… it said I was weak.”

Zak’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “Don’t listen to it, Y/N. It’s trying to get inside your head. Don’t let it.”

He was right. You knew he was right. Fear was a weapon for these entities, a way to manipulate and control. You had to fight back. You took a deep breath, trying to center yourself.

“Okay,” you said, your voice firmer now, despite the tremor of fear still running through you. “Okay, I’m okay. Let’s keep going.”

Zak studied your face for a moment, his expression still concerned, but he nodded. “Alright. But you tell me immediately if you feel anything else, understand?”

“Absolutely.”

You continued deeper into the ward, the sense of dread growing with each step. The air grew colder, heavier, and the silence was more profound, more unsettling. You felt a palpable shift in the energy of the room, a drawing in, a focusing. It felt like something was gathering, concentrating its power.

Then, everything went to hell.

A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the silence, shattering the oppressive stillness. It was Aaron’s voice, raw with terror.

“Zak! Something’s got me!”

You whirled around, flashlight beam frantically searching. Aaron was slumped against a bed frame, his body rigid, eyes wide and staring, unfocused. He was making choking, gasping sounds, struggling for breath.

“Aaron!” Zak yelled, rushing towards him. Billy and Jay scrambled to Aaron’s side too, their flashlights converging on the scene.

As you moved closer, you saw it. It wasn’t visible, not in a way you could see with your eyes, but you felt it. A dark, oppressive presence clinging to Aaron, like a shroud. The air around him shimmered, distorted, as if heat was rising off asphalt on a summer day, but this was cold heat, a chilling distortion.

“Get it off him!” Zak yelled, grabbing Aaron’s shoulders, trying to pull him away from the bed frame. But Aaron was rigid, locked in place. His eyes rolled back in his head, showing only the whites.

“Aaron, can you hear me?” Zak shouted, shaking him. “Aaron, fight it! Fight it!”

Suddenly, Aaron’s head snapped up, his body convulsing violently. His eyes, when they focused again, were no longer Aaron’s. They were dark, malevolent, filled with an inhuman rage. His mouth opened, and a voice, deeper, harsher, utterly terrifying, erupted from his throat.

“You cannot stop me!”

The voice was not Aaron’s. It was guttural, monstrous, echoing in the ward, vibrating in your bones. Fear turned into icy terror, paralyzing you. You stumbled back, your flashlight falling from your numb fingers, clattering to the floor and plunging you into near darkness.

You could only watch, frozen, as Aaron – as whatever was possessing Aaron – thrashed wildly, his body slamming against the bed frame, the metal groaning under the force. Zak and Billy struggled to restrain him, but it was like trying to hold down a force of nature.

“Holy shit!” Jay yelled, his voice cracking with fear. “It’s a full-blown possession!”

Possession. The word hit you like a physical blow, solidifying the horrifying reality of what you were witnessing. This wasn’t residual energy, this wasn’t a fleeting encounter. This was something ancient, something evil, taking hold.

And then, it turned its attention on you.

The possessed Aaron’s head snapped in your direction, those terrifying eyes locking onto yours in the dim light. A cruel, twisted smile stretched his lips, a smile that was utterly alien, utterly wrong on Aaron’s face.

"You are the weak one," the monstrous voice hissed, directed solely at you. "You are the one I will break."

The words were like a physical assault, ripping through your defenses, amplifying the fear that was already consuming you. It felt like the entity was reaching out, not just with its voice, but with its very essence, probing, invading. You felt a cold tendril of something dark brush against your mind, and you recoiled instinctively.

But it was too late.

The coldness intensified, spreading through you like ice water. Your breath hitched in your throat. Your vision swam, blurring around the edges. Your limbs felt heavy,leaden, unresponsive. The room seemed to tilt, to spin around you.

You were falling.

You crumpled to the floor, your body hitting the cold, hard wood with a jarring thud. Darkness closed in around you, suffocating crushing. You could hear muffled shouts the frantic scrambling of footsteps, but they sounded distant unreal.

You tried to move, to breathe, but your body wouldn’t obey. Your lungs burned gasping for air that wouldn’t come. The coldness seeped deeper into your bones into your soul. You felt yourself drifting slipping away into the darkness.

This was it. This was how it ended. Not valiantly fighting ghosts, not uncovering secrets of the paranormal but dying on the cold floor of an abandoned asylum consumed by fear and… something else. Something evil.

Just as the darkness threatened to engulf you completely, a voice cut through the haze, sharp, insistent, filled with a desperate urgency.

“Y/N! Y/N, can you hear me? Stay with me!  Stay with me!”

It was Zak. His voice, raw with fear and something more… something that sounded like pain. His hands were shaking you gently but firmly. You felt a faint warmth a flicker of light in the encroaching darkness.

You forced your eyes open, struggling to focus. Zak’s face swam into view, inches from yours pale and strained in the dim light. His blue eyes, usually so intense were wide with fear but also… something else. Relief? Panic? Both?

“Y/N, you’re fading!” he yelled his voice tight with desperation. “Fight it! You have to fight it!”

Fight what? You were too weak too tired,The darkness was so inviting, so… peaceful.

But then, you saw his eyes. Zak’s eyes, locked on yours, pleading, urging you to fight. And in that moment something sparked within you. A flicker of defiance a refusal to surrender. You wouldn’t let this darkness win. Not here. Not now. Not while Zak was… looking at you like that.

You focused on his face on the intensity in his eyes, drawing strength from his desperation. You took a shallow shuddering breath, then another. Slowly agonizingly, sensation began to return to your limbs. The oppressive coldness began to recede, replaced by a faint, fragile warmth.

You coughed, a weak rattling sound. Zak’s grip on your shoulders tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“That’s it,” he whispered his voice hoarse with emotion. “Come on, Y/N. You’re stronger than it.  You’re stronger than it!”

His words were like a lifeline, pulling you back from the abyss. You focused on them, on his voice, on the warmth of his hands on your shoulders. Slowly painstakingly you pushed yourself up sitting, then kneeling.

The room swam back into focus, hazy at first, then clearing. You saw Aaron still thrashing Billy and Jay struggling to restrain him. But the dark, oppressive presence that had clung to him that had reached for you… it seemed to have lessened, to have weakened.

Zak helped you to your feet, his hands still gripping your arms tightly, as if afraid you would slip away again. He scanned your face his eyes searching assessing.

“You’re back,” he breathed, his voice thick with relief. “You’re really back.”

You nodded your legs still shaky your chest still tight but you were back. You were alive You had faced the darkness and you had survived.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a tight, almost desperate hug. It was the first time he’d ever touched you, and the physical contact the warmth of his body against yours, sent a jolt of something unexpected through you something that wasn’t fear.

“You scared the absolute shit out of me,” he muttered into your hair, his voice muffled but raw with emotion. “Don’t ever do that again.”

He pulled back slightly, holding you at arm’s length, his blue eyes boring into yours intense searching, and… something else. Something softer, something you couldn’t quite decipher.

“What… what happened?” you whispered, your voice still weak and shaky. “What was that?”

Zak’s jaw tightened. He glanced back at Aaron, who was still struggling, but the demonic voice seemed to have subsided, replaced by pained, desperate moans.

“It was demonic,” Zak said grimly, his voice low. “A powerful entity. It sensed your sensitivity, your… your openness. It tried to exploit it, to break you, to take you.”

His words sent another chill down your spine, but this time it wasn’t fear. It was a strange mix of fear and awe a dawning realization of the true power of the forces they were dealing with. And a strange sense of gratitude for being pulled back from the brink.

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek his thumb gently stroking your skin. His touch was surprisingly tender contrasting sharply with his usual intensity. You looked up at him, your gaze locking with his and in that moment something shifted. The fear the adrenaline the near-death experience… it all coalesced into something else entirely.

He leaned down slowly hesitantly his eyes never leaving yours. Your breath hitched in your throat You knew what was coming, and you didn’t resist. You couldn’t resist.

His lips met yours, tentatively at first, then with a surprising urgency. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, not in the romantic sense. It was… something else. A kiss of relief of gratitude and… connection. A silent acknowledgment of shared fear shared vulnerability and shared survival.

When he pulled back, he kept his hand on your cheek, his thumb still stroking your skin His eyes were searching yours still filled with a mixture of relief and concern.

“You need to be more careful,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. The words were a reprimand but they were laced with an undercurrent of something else something deeper something that resonated in your chest. “You can’t just… throw yourself into the deep end like that. You understand?”

You nodded, your heart still pounding, your lips still tingling from his touch. You understood You’d been reckless too eager to prove yourself. You’d almost paid the ultimate price for that recklessness.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice still shaky. “I understand.”

He stared at you for another moment, his expression unreadable, then he let out a breath, a long, shaky exhale. He dropped his hand from your cheek, stepping back slightly, creating a small space between you again. The moment of intimacy, of vulnerability, seemed to recede replaced by the familiar professional intensity.

“Okay,” he said, his voice regaining its usual authority. “Aaron, Billy, Jay, let’s get Aaron out of here. We need to regroup, cleanse him, and then… we need to re-evaluate our approach here.”

He turned away, barking orders to the others, taking charge again, the leader, the protector, the intense and driven Zak Bagans you knew from TV. But something had shifted, something had changed. You had seen a glimpse behind the mask a flicker of vulnerability a flash of raw emotion and he had kissed you.

As you watched him directing the team helping to support a still-weak Aaron towards the exit, you touched your fingers to your lips, the ghost of his kiss still lingering there. You knew one thing for sure: your first ghost hunt with Ghost Adventures had been anything but ordinary. It had been terrifying, exhilarating, and… strangely, unexpectedly, intimate. And you had a feeling a deep unsettling thrilling feeling that this was just the beginning. You were officially in the deep end now and Zak Bagans was right there with you.

A/n let me know if you want more zak bagans storyyy!

[heavy-eyez]

Just Have Faith Masterlist

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She was found on the side of the road near the woods, half naked, bleeding, and mute. She can't seem to remember anything about her past, but even if she did, she doesn't have the means to explain herself. With these sudden turn of events, Faith suddenly has a choice to make. Put some amount of trust in the men who found her, or risk dying out in the woods.

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Chapter 1: Waking Up

Chapter 2: Surgery

Chapter 3: Home

Chapter 4: The Truth

Chapter 5: First Dinner

Chapter 6: Abditories

Chapter 7: Travel Troubles (Part 1)

Chapter 8: Travel Troubles (Part 2)

Chapter 9: Piano Breakfast

Chapter 10: Introductions

Chapter 11: Hospital Trips

Chapter 12: New Phones

Chapter 13: Dinner Date

Chapter 14: Departure

Chapter 15: Fresh Start

Chapter 16: Photographs

Chapter 17: Haunted Houses

Chapter 18: Hotel Horrors (Part 1)

Chapter 19: Hotel Horrors (Part 2)

Chapter 20: Welcome Home

Chapter 21: Surprises

Chapter 22: Back to School

Chapter 23: School Days and Spring Break

Chapter 24: Zak’s Family and Keeping Secrets

Chapter 25: Secrets Spilled

Chapter 26: Mothers and Brothers

Chapter 27: Life Sure Is Funny/ Swimming Lessons

Chapter 28: A Twist of Fate

[haunt3dwulfao3]

Chapter 2 of Not Quite Myself (Nick x Zak) is out now!

Chapter 2 of Not Quite Myself (Nick x Zak) is out now! Chapter 3 should be on the way soon. :)

[welcometowonderlanddd]

I grinded my butt on his bulge and lower thighs. I heard him trying not to moan by holding it in, but it didn't work as one came out. 

I got to say, his moans are sexy as hell! But the more I did it, the more he moaned and the harder he got down below. I started to get nervous so I stopped and I was getting really turned on myself. I couldn't really look at him straight in the face so I looked down. I know it was too soon for us to have sex but I don't know how much more we can take before one us explode with wanting. Getting major butterflies in my tummy and tingling in my area, I looked at him and he knew what I was thinking.

We both couldn't bare each other any longer...

He wrapped his arms around me, laying me down on top of him as he then kissed me. It wasn't harsh or anything....it was passionate and sweet. Just like the first time we kissed on the first day we met. We both let go as we stared at each other. I said softly, "Zak...." He shushed me and just kissed me passionately again and I kissed him back. We kept on kissing and soon ... the kisses were getting rough as we French kissed. We started to trail each other's body with our fingers but he was getting me more. 

***Want to read more? Check out my fanfiction on my Wattpad, SkittleLover23, to read the full story. Teenage Dream (Zak Bagans Fanfiction). Note: need to eventually re-edit full story but it'll happen sometime.***

[ghostadventuresstuff]

Zak Bagans x Reader (Part 2) *SMUT*

ENEMIES TO LOVERS PART 2

PART 1

Y/N

Your left hand gripped your hair in frustration. According to your boyfriend, Zak; you and Aaron were flirting, and now we’re having a borderline cage match in the middle of the bus surrounded by the rest of the Ghost Adventures crew.

You and Zak use to fight all the time when you hated one another, it was like World War 3, 4, 5, and 6 started all at once, backs were pressed against walls, insults were shouted, glass was broken, and feelings were hurt. But that all changed after a moment away from the others where you joked about becoming enemies to friends and then to lovers which is exactly what had happened this past year.

'Look I really don’t want to fight right now, Zak.' you sigh, laying your palms out flat in a sign of peace.

'Well then maybe you shouldn’t have been flirting with my best friend,' Zak growls, taking a step towards me.

'I wasn’t flirting with anybody!' you shout, jabbing your finger into his chest. 'if anything you were the one flirting with that blonde at the bar.'

'Don’t try and turn this around on me, y/n.' he warned stepping forwards until we were nose to nose.

You and Zak exchanged insults, each one nastier than the last.

'Oh go fuck yourself, Zak,' you snap, turning away, 'or go have that slut do it for you.'

'If anyone’s a slut it’s you!' Zak yells, backing you against the wall.

Your mouth hangs open, as tears well up in your eyes, that’s when Jay and Billy stepped in pulling us apart slightly.

'We’ll be back in a few hours, get this sorted out,' Billy demanded, walking out of the door with Jay and Aaron in tow, leaving you and Zak in the middle of the room glaring down at each other.

'y/n, look at me.'

You move your gaze anywhere but his eyes only looking into them when he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

You shiver as he places his lips on your neck, slowly working his way to your lips, biting it softly. Zak places a hand on your hip, squeezing harshly making you gasp into his mouth, he moved his lips back to your neck, biting and sucking the skin right above the collar bone, his fingers tracing little patterns on your hips.

You knew that you'd have a hell of a time covering up all the hickies he’d left but that thought slipped out of your head as Zak picks you up, roughly throwing you into the back lounge which doubled as a bedroom currently being used by the two of you since you were the only couple on the bus.

your- well Zak's- shirt was practically ripped from your body, buttons flying everywhere, and your trousers and underwear soon followed. You gasp as his hand goes between your legs, softly stroking you, your back arching as a soft moan escapes your lips when Zak's finger slipped inside you.

Zak teases you for a few minutes, each time waiting until you were close before stopping, leaving you a moaning mess underneath him. This whole enemy to lovers situation was hot.

'Fuck. Zak, please,' you moan, your hips bucking, trying to get more friction.

Smirking wickedly Zak slowly takes his clothes off, and climbs on top of you smiling down at you, twisting a strand of your hair around his finger. His hips thrusting against yours allowing him to enter you, your hands curl on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as moan after moan leaves your lips.

'Shit, y/n' Zak moans, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

His thrusts were fast and powerful, allowing you to feel his anger behind each one, Zak's hand leaves your hair moving it to rest on your hip where he resumed his previous bruising grip.

'I’m. Sorry,' each word was punctuated with a powerful thrust that had your back arching and your body a shaking mess.

You feel the familiar sensation in your lower stomach, as your moans grow louder. you were hanging off of the precipice of ecstasy, only a few thrust away, 'Shit. Zak. Fuck,' you pant, nearly out of breath.

Zak's thrusts started losing their rhythm as you fell off the edge, moans hitting their crescendo, back arching off the mattress as you feel Zak come apart inside me, both of you drifting through our orgasms.

'I love you, y/n,' Zak mumbles, rolling off to lay next to you in the bed, pulling you into his arms, laying your head on his chest, 'you’re not a slut, and I know you wouldn’t flirt with Aaron.'

'then why accuse me of it?' you grumble, tracing patterns on his skin.

'Cause I’m a fucking idiot sometimes y/n,' he replies honestly.

'You’re my idiot Zak', you joke.

'Promise?' Zak whispers into your ear.

'Promise,' you whisper back, snuggling closer to him.

[bagansarmy]

𝗠𝘆 𝗚𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

Investigating a haunted hospital in Texas, paranormal ghost hunter Zak Bagans searches for a psychic medium. He asks around the town and gets the number to Esme Brooks.

Esme is a woman with a horrible past. From getting attacked by someone, she trusted to experiencing almost dying. With her ‘’gift’’ as she calls it, she uses it to help people communicate with their loved ones.

After receiving a call from Zak, she agrees to meet him at the haunted location, not knowing what to expect. One thing she didn’t expect was to meet her guardian angel.

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 & 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

[ghxstadvxntxres]

Zak Bagans x F-Reader Imagines

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4. Ghost Blocked by imgoldielikehawn (Rated: MATURE)

5. Possessed by multi-fan-dom-madness (Rated: MATURE)

[imgoldielikehawn]

Twenty-Fine Here I come!

It's my birthday month!

Birthday sex fics coming soon 😉

But really what new content do you all want to see this month?

Let me know

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Chronicles of a Gothic muse

Social Media AU

Pairing: Zak Bagans x reader

Summary: follows the captivating life of a darkly elegant influencer as she navigates her new relationship with paranormal investigator Zak Bagans, blending her gothic aesthetic with their shared love for the macabre and mysterious.

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📍Location: Old Gothic Cemetery

Among the silent graves, I find peace… the whispers of the past remind me of the beauty in every shadow🌙🕯️

realzakbagans: You make even the darkest places feel like home…🖤

aarongoodwin: That’s one way to spend the day… kinda jealous of the ghosts you’re hanging with 👻

Fan1: You make cemeteries look so peaceful and romantic. Such a unique perspective

friend2: This is so ethereal and hauntingly beautiful. You belong in a dark romance novel🖤

jaywasley: This is one of your best looks yet. Pure gothic elegance

friend1: The way you connect with these places is so inspiring. You’re like a real-life gothic heroine🌹

Fan2: This image is pure art. You have such an eye for beauty in the macabre

Fan3: You look like a Victorian ghost, lost in time. Absolutely stunning!

Fan4: Please tell me you’re going to do a photoshoot like this again. This is breathtaking!

📍Location: Your Apartment

A quiet night with my favorite companions: a good book, a cup of tea, and the lingering presence of those who came before us📚☕️

realzakbagans: Wish I was there with you, but seeing this is the next best thing…🖤

billytolley: That’s one cozy gothic nook you’ve got there. You and Zak should do a reading together!

friend2: This is the dreamiest vibe. Can I come over for a tea party in the dark? 😍

Fan6: You’ve just given me major inspiration for redecorating my space. This is goals

freind3: Everything about this is so you. The perfect gothic home aesthetic!

aarongoodwin: Looks like the perfect setup for a ghost story… or maybe a love story?😉

Fan5: Your apartment looks like something out of a classic horror novel. I love it!

Fan7: Your style is impeccable. I need to know where you get your decor!

Fan8: You look so serene here. The perfect way to spend a night in

📍Location: Victorian-Inspired Tea Room

Afternoon tea with a touch of the macabre… just the way I like it ☕️🖤

aarongoodwin: That tea setup is next level. Do they have ghost-shaped cookies too? 👻

freind3: This is perfection. You look like a queen in her element 🌙

friend1: Tea with a side of mystery and darkness. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you🖤

realzakbagans: You make everything look like a scene from a gothic fairytale. Wish I could join you right now…🖤

Fan9: This is the most elegant thing I’ve ever seen. Your life is like a gothic dream!

jaywasley: Classy and spooky at the same time—nailed it!

Fan10: You always find the most amazing places. Please share your secret spots with us!

Fan11: Gothic afternoon tea? Yes, please! You look stunning as always

Fan12: This looks like something straight out of a Victorian novel. I need to try this place!

📍Location: The Haunted Museum

Lost in time, surrounded by ancient knowledge and forgotten spells... this is where I feel most at home📚🔮

aarongoodwin: Bet you’re finding all kinds of spooky secrets in there. Just don’t summon anything, okay? 😅

realzakbagans: You belong in every magical and mysterious place… especially here 🖤

billytolley: You look like you’ve found the ultimate treasure trove. Don’t get lost in those books!

friend2: This is so mesmerizing. I can almost feel the magic through the screen 🌹

friend3: You’re like a gothic sorceress, surrounded by her ancient knowledge. I’m obsessed 🖤

Fan13: This is the dream! Your life is like a gothic fantasy come to life

Fan14: I need a library like this in my life. You always find the coolest places to explore

Fan15: You look like you belong in a movie about witches and haunted tomes. Love this so much!

Fan16: This is giving me serious dark academia vibes. Can’t wait to see more!

📍Location: A Haunted Castle

Wandering the halls of forgotten places, where every step echoes with the past... and every shadow holds a story.🕯️🏰

jaywasley: This is epic. You’re living the ultimate gothic dream

friend2: This is everything. You look like a queen in her haunted castle 🖤

friend1: These vibes are immaculate. You and this castle are a perfect match 🌙

realzakbagans: You belong in every haunted place… and I’ll follow you to them all 🖤

aarongoodwin: You look like the ghost of the castle! This place suits you perfectly 👻

Fan17: This is pure gothic fantasy. You’re living the dream life, honestly

Fan18: need to visit this place now. You make it look so enchanting

Fan19: The atmosphere in this photo is incredible. You capture the essence of every place you visit

Fan20: This is giving me chills in the best way possible. Can’t wait to see where you go next!

[pandemoniumskey]

Possession - Zak Bagans x Reader

The Masterlist

Hio Everybody,

I’m back again with another Zak Bagans fanfiction. Ghost Adventures is definitely one of my favourite T.V. shows ever. I love anything paranormal.

WARNING: CONTAINS A SWEAR WORD, DEMONIC POSSESSION AND A NEAR DEATH EXPRIENCE. 

I hope you enjoy!

Love you all,

Pandemonium

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Before you met Zak Bagans you didn’t think you had what it took to be a paranormal investigator. You were often the subject of bad luck and klutziness falling up, down and in one case - on camera - through the stairs. You were able to hurt yourself in ways that people would often find impossible. Just saying, you cut yourself on a marshmallow once while making rice crispy squares... those fuckers hurt when they are harden over the cereal. 

Zak’s presence, however, seemed to be calming the bad luck the longer you were by his side. The more you spent time with him, the less you got hurt. 

It was no secret to the others that you had fallen deeply in love with the Ghost Adventurer. Well, to all but Zak at least. Aaron said he was “clueless about your feelings, like all people who the affection is towards.” And you prayed he was right. 

You and Zak had known each other for a long time. Nobody really believed you guys when you said that you guys had gone to high school together, but in reality you did. You were just a year behind him. 

You had gone to his grad and was his prom date and vice versa. All the time, people thought the two of you were together and it hurt every time the two of you denied it. The affection you had for the man went back so long. 

But you moved forward and now you were a member of the Ghost Adventures team. Which only happened after Zak asked you to fill in for Aaron on an investigation when he was sick. 

Zak claimed that the extra person was needed for this investigation because the location was so big. It took a lot of convincing, but finally you said you would with the condition that you were by his side the entire time. He said it was a deal. 

The investigation went off without a hitch (aside from you falling up the stairs and bursting into laughter). You even went off with a camera on your own in the most dangerous area and captured the best EVP recording the team had ever gotten. 

After the end of the investigation, you told them it had been a lot more fun than you were expecting and they hoped you would join them on another investigation. You denied it saying as much as you loved that night, you really didn’t think it was for you. 

Turns out, you were a big hit. The fans all the time kept messaging you and the rest of the crew wondering when you were going to be back. So you went on another investigation with them. 

The messages of when will you be back turned into messages of when you will be joining the team. This was coupled with the teams begging as well. And so here you were, a year prior, you joined the team to the delight of the fans, and your team.  

And now, you were all on an investigation together at Fairchild Insane Asylum for Incurable Men. The place where men who committed crimes use to go when they were proven mentally instable. And this place was no joke. 

From the moment you set foot inside the entrance, you became a target for the ghosts inside. While on the tour, the guide said this was a dangerous place for women. Due to this place housing only men for such a long time, they starved to see a woman. And because most of their crimes were against women, things tended to get violent. 

You were scared of this place, though you would never admit it on camera or to the people you were on this adventure with. Your shoulders were tense and you were on edge after a long torrent of ghostly assaults. 

So far in the investigation you had been pinched, slapped, poked, pushed with all the marks showing on your skin almost instantly and your hair had been pulled (captured on camera thanks to Billy) by various ghosts all throughout the investigation and it was beginning to fray your nerves. 

Increasingly by the hour you felt drained and sick. On one occasion, you had to sit down before you passed out. You did not feel like yourself and the others had begun to notice. 

Zak ordered Billy to take your camera so you had one less thing to worry about and asked you if you needed to leave. You shook your head no, you didn’t think you could leave even if you wanted to. It felt like this place had a hold on you. 

So for the rest of the investigation, you were clutching Zak’s arm tightly and using his camera and his body as a guide throughout the large building. Apparently, the residence of the asylum did not like this one bit. 

Your small group stopped for a moment while Zak pulled the SLS camera out of its case. The area you were in was known as ‘Figure Alley’ due to the number of shadow people that presented themselves down this hallway. 

The moment you let go of Zak’s arm you felt dizzy. “(Y/N),” Aaron called out, you turned in his direction, just barely being able to make out his outstretched hand in the darkness. You reached for it knowing after all that the SLS camera was a two handed job at times. 

“Nothing so far,” Zak commented just as you reached Aarons hand. 

“Maybe (Y/N) should try calling out to the spirits, they like her the most...”

You gave a sarcastic laugh, but pulled out your voice recorder. It was a special one, with only six in the world that only picked up sounds. When the area was silent, it was not recording, it was an incredible little device, and your most prized possession.

“Hello, we already know you are out there, make yourself known to us! Make a noise, prove to us that you are strong enough to do something,” almost as soon as you had said that, there was a crash in the room directly beside you. 

Stumbling to your right, you went to investigate. The others entered the room and you looked through a camera, the filling cabinet had been knocked over. Old files and papers scattered the floor. One face stuck out. 

“Anderson was that you?” You shouted out, the recorder still going. Anderson was the most active ghost in this area, and the most violent. He came to the asylum after he tortured and murdered 15 women. “If that was you, do something else!” 

In an instant you dropped to your knees after a searing pain in your back had formed. You couldn’t move, your back felt like fire.

“(Y/N)!” The others called out in fear. All three camera’s caught your fall. 

“My back,” was all you could struggle to get out of your mouth. 

Zak POV 

The second he heard the pain in your voice he was concerned. Quickly he passed the SLS camera over to Aaron and called over the radio to Jay to get over here quick. 

He knelt down next to you scrabbling to get his flashlight on so he could look at your back. Once it was out and he twisted it on, he gently lifted your shirt. You shifted and groaned. Your face was in your hands and it concerned him more. 

“I’m sorry honey,” he knew his nickname for you would calm you in most circumstances. He slowly lifted the rest of your shirt and shown the light on your back. 

It was his turn to gasp. “Holy fuck,” there was an upside down cross made up of six long slashes across your back, all but one of them were bleeding. “Put your camera on this, it needs to be documents. These are likely going to need bandages or something.”

“What?” you said with worry and Zak felt his heart skip a beat at the terror in your voice. He took a picture of it and showed you and saw a tear fall from your normally bright (E/C) eyes. 

“There’s a figure kneeling over her,” Aaron said in alarm.

Now Zak had enough. He’d be damned if he was going to let these spirits harm you more than this. He asked you multiple times throughout the investigation if you could handle all the touching and you said you could, but after this, it was too much. 

“We’re ending the investigation here,” he said and passed Aaron the case for the SLS camera that he began packing up. 

“You needed me here Zak?” Jay said rounding the corner. “Yeah, I need you to take my gear while I help (Y/N). This investigation is over.”

He looked out over the building, he was angry, “you cannot touch her anymore!”

Then he scooped you up into his arms, he had never seen you so fragile before. His words seemed to have carried a negative effect on the patients in the asylum. As he made his way into the hallway, he was shoved by the invisible hands and as he stumble, an invisible obstacle caused him to go crashing to the floor. 

You let out a groan, arching your back after it bounced off the floor. Zak felt terrible, apologizing over and over as he tried getting to his feet to help you again. 

Billy, Jay and Aaron ran forward to help, but before they got close, Zak felt you get wrenched out of his grasp. 

“Zak!” You cried out in fear before you were being pulled out of sight by an unseen force. “ZAK!”

“(Y/N)!” He cried out and ran to find where you went. 

***

It took the better part of an hour of hard searching to locate you. Billy called out to the group saying he found you. 

Zak’s heart was pounding with relief as he ran to where you were. One look at you and he knew something was wrong. He did not get close enough to touch you and the others looked at him confused. 

Without warning, you shot up from the ball you were in and hurtled forward, hands stretched out and quickly wrapping themselves around his neck. 

He gasped, barely managing to yank your grip from his throat and pin you down. 

You struggled, screaming and cursing in a voice and language that wasn’t yours. You were possessed and he needed to find a way to help you before you ended up dead. 

“Get a priest!” He shouted as the thing inside you struggled to get out of his grasp. “Get someone who can get this demon out of her!”

Jay was gone in a flash and Zak began to pray aloud, harder than he had ever prayed before. 

“God doesn’t exist...” it hissed along with its string of insults. “God can’t help you. She’s gone..”

“Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.”

“She is screaming for you to stop.”

“Give us this day our daily bread.”

“You’re killing her.... Your killing her!”

“And lead us not into temptation.”

“She will never love you again.” He did not falter as it said this. He struggled with his grasp on the love of his life, but he did not let go. 

“But deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen!”

“She hates you,” it kicked out at him and he struggled. He called out to his love. 

“(Y/N), I know you’re in there. You need to fight. Fight to push it, I’ll help you. You can use my strength.”

You were beginning to show visible signs of the possession, your skin was pale and large bruises and cuts began forming on your body. 

They formed before his eyes, but he would not stop. 

He began to pray again, and after what felt like ages, a priest arrived and the exorcism began. 

Listening to (Y/N)’s screams of pain broke his heart. He knew most of it was the entity, but there were moments, the screams of it were mixed with your feminine cries of pain. 

He continued to pray. It’s all he could do, it was what was keeping him sane. “She needs encouragement,” the priest said and Zak switched his prayers to a little mantra by (Y/N)’s head, running his fingers through your knotted hair.

“You’ve got this. Fight it. You can beat it, you are strong,” and that repeated for half and hour. 

“We’re losing her,” the priest said, causing Zak alarm. 

“(Y/N), YOU NEED TO FIGHT THIS! FOR AARON! FOR BILLY! FOR JAY! FIGHT FOR ME (Y/N), I LOVE YOU!” and he planted a kiss on your lips. 

You screamed, your back arching and then you were limp. Zak felt for a pulse, it was weak, but it was there.��“Is it out of her?”

The priest flicked holy water on you and it did not sizzle, this was (Y/N) again. “We need an ambulance.”

Jay was on the phone once more to get you medical help. Zak picked you up and hurriedly carried you to the entrance. Once he made it to the doorway, he did something he rarely did. 

“You may not follow us. You are to stay here. You do not have permission to come.”

The flashing lights came just as your eyes opened. “Zak?”

“(Y/N), don’t speak. You’ve just been through hell.”

You nodded, to weak to do more than that. 

***

Your POV

You woke up in the hospital. You turned your head seeing the guys sitting around your bed. All of them were asleep which you thought was cute. 

You tried moving your hand, and realized it was locked in Zak’s grip, which you honestly did not mind at all. His hand was warm and soft, you wished you could hold it more often and not just when you almost died because of a possession. 

A nurse entered the room in that moment, “ah your awake!”

Her words woke the guys in an instant and you giggled at their groggy expressions. Zak’s face instantly lit up with happiness. 

“I guess I am awake yeah,” you said quietly. Your throat was dry and scratchy. “Water.”

Zak grabbed a glass and gave it to you. You finished it in three gulps holding it out for more. He poured more in and you downed that one as well. Once you were done that glass, you gave a sigh. Your throat felt much better. 

“Do you remember what happened?” Zak asked. 

“I remember being dragged down the hall, and a lot of struggling,” you said. “That thing was constantly showing me pictures of your deaths. Saying I was going to be the reason you all died. Things went dark for a long time, and the next thing I remember is you saying you loved me and something on my lips, then everything went black.”

Zak gave you a sheepish look. So clearly, the thing on your lips were his lips and you were so damn disappointed with yourself that you didn’t feel the joy of it. “By the way, I love you too.”

The first look was instantly replaced with one of happiness. He stood up leaning over. His hand resting beside your head. 

Then his lips were against yours again and everything was focused on him. You wrapped your arms around his neck the best you could. Fireworks exploded around you. You were on cloud nine, here with Zak and forgetting the rest of the guys were in the room. 

It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat in the background that you and Zak broke apart. His cheeks were set in a blush and you could tell yours were too.

“A little warning next time would be nice,” Aaron said joking around. “Congrats, both of you for finally getting together. The tension was real for a long time there.”

You laughed. You now felt complete. You were so glad you had Zak and the rest of the crew in your life. Things were just made a little sweeter now that Zak was finally yours. 

The episode aired a month later, it showed everything up to the point of your possession. which they cut from the show, choosing to have Zak standing out front of the large building and saying what happened. By far, it was the most popular episode you guys ever filmed. 

[demonsandmischief]

Fracture

Ghost Adventures - A Zak Bagans Imagine

Zak Bagans x Female Reader

1K Words

-Fracture-

In which you get hurt filming an episode of Ghost Adventures.

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You normally wouldn't participate in the actual investigation. Your boyfriend Zak Bagans (lead investigator and executive producer of Ghost Adventures) was a worry wart.

But, this location was massive and abandoned. He needed everybody in with a camera, and although he was reluctant about you joining, you convinced him otherwise.

Zak, Billy, Aaron, Jay and you all leaned over to look at the map.

"Splitting up is the best idea. There's three main areas I want to cover, so one person will have to go on their own," Zak said. "Y/N is absolutely not going alone. It's going to be one of us."

"I don't care to go alone," Jay smiled slightly, as he fiddled with equipment in his hands.

"Dude, you're always taking one for the team," Aaron chuckled.

"If Y/N is not going alone, she's not going with you, Zak. You'll be distracted the whole night," Billy mentions, as the group pulls away and gathers gear.

"He's right. You would be too worried about me to get anything done," you contribute softly, smiling up at the serious man that you loved.

Zak rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over chest, "Fine. You go with Aaron, and no goofing off."

Aaron cheers.

You lean up to give your boyfriend a kiss, "Good luck. Be safe."

You hadn't been in any of the buildings during the day which was probably a mistake because you struggled to navigate. You weren't as used to the dark as the others were. You were happy being with Aaron who was good at taking the lead. All you really had to do was film him.

"This is the room that Zak caught the EVP of someone screaming for help. I think I am going to turn on the spirit box."

Chills ran down your spine. It was the first off feeling of the night, and something in the air shifted.

The spirit box picked up some words that the both of you couldn't make out, and you guys continued on throughout the building.

It was an odd considering the circumstances, but you didn't enjoy being in camera. You liked being apart of the action occasionally, but you wouldn't be able to do it consistently like the guys do.

"Aaron, it's freezing in here," you tell him as you walk into a smaller room, feeling goosebumps on your arms.

"Freezing? Y/N it's like 80 degrees in here," he replied, stepping closer to you. "Woah, it's like a freezer all around you."

An ear piercing series of screams ring out in the distance, scaring the hell out of you both.

You stumble back and the floor gives way under your left foot.

"Shit, Aaron, I'm stuck," you yelled, not knowing where he was. Panic squeezes your chest. "My foot went through the floor."

"What?" he calls back, alarmed. There's a blinding light on your face as he shines the flashlight.

"Fuck," he cursed. "You can't pull it out? I'm calling Zak."

You could feel the splinters of the wood digging into your ankle and you couldn't feel or wiggle your foot. It was the worst pain you had ever felt in your life.

Aaron used the walkie talkie to radio Zak and then turned to you.

"It's going to hurt like a bitch, but I'm going to lift you up, okay?"

"No, no. I want Zak to do it," you squeezed your eyes shut as your chest constricted. You were going to throw up or pass out, you were certain of that.

"Where the hell are you guys?" Zak yelled and Aaron yelled back.

"They're going to have to cut my foot off," you mumbled. "I'm going to have to walk with a cane."

"Don't be dramatic," Aaron couldn't help but laugh.

"What's going on?" Zak rushed in with Billy trailing behind.

"Her foot went through the floor."

"Through the floor?" Billy exclaimed. "Isn't there supposed to be concrete or something underneath?"

"Why don't you take it up with the construction workers?" you mumbled. "Z, I can't feel my foot."

"It's going to be fine, baby. Want me to lift you up?"

He reaches under your arms, and lifts you up.

The splintered wood digs into your injury and you let out a sob, putting your head onto Zak's shoulder. The hole is too narrow for your foot, so it takes some maneuvering. The pain was white, hot and intense.

"I've got you," he soothes.

Your leg is a bloody mess when Zak looks you over. Your shoe is torn up and he reaches to pull it off to assess the damage, but the pain is too unbearable.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, pushing your hair out of your face. "Let's get that looked at, yeah? I think Billy and Aaron and Jay can wrap this up for once." He turns to them. "Maybe just focus on the other buildings so we don't get anymore injuries."

Zak picks you up, and you tuck your face into his neck.

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One fractured foot and a hideous cast later, you were almost all better.

"I'm sorry you had to leave the investigation early," you tell him sleepily as you're laying together in the hotel room.

"I'm sorry you got hurt," he replied, leaning down to give you a kiss. "This is why I don't like you investigating."

You can't help but giggle, "It could've happened to any one of you."

"I know that, but you're my girl. I don't want anything happening to you."

"You'd bubble wrap me if you could," you rolled your eyes and he gave a low chuckle, kissing your forehead.

Pounding at the door startled you both.

"Let us in. We want to see Y/N. We brought pancakes," Aaron yelled.

Zak groaned and went to the door to find the three goofballs standing there.

"We thought you might be hungry. We won't stay long," Jay grinned.

"It's like 5am in the middle of nowhere. The only thing here is this motel. Where did you find pancakes?" Zak asked indecrelousy.

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Tags: @nyx2021 (general) @purple-liciouss (Zak - Idk why it wouldn't let me tag you!)

[heavy-eyez]

Thank You for Reading!

‘Just Have Faith’ Book 1, 2025 version is now fully published on Tumblr. It would mean the absolute world to me if you all could share, reblog, or like it. Or you can read the Wattpad version (exactly the same, different app). Wattpad of course has both versions of both books, published. I am currently working on book two, which is still in the drafts, but hopefully I can get some chapters out soon.

[haunt3dwulfao3]

Not Quite Myself (Nick x Zak) Ghost Adventures fanfic

Not Quite Myself (Nick x Zak) Ghost Adventures fanfic

Rating: E (Explicit)

No Archive Warnings

Fandom: Ghost Adventures

Relationship: Zak Bagans/Nick Groff

Tags: Alternate Universe, Werewolf, Werewolf Mates, Nick Groff werewolf, Dominant Nick Groff, Bottom Zak Bagans, Top Nick Groff, Ghost Adventures (TV) Crew, Fluff and Smut, Queer Themes, Gay Sex, Gay Romance, Mpreg, Male Pregnancy, Consensual Sex, Smut,

Summary Not Quite Myself is a random story about what it would be like if Nick Groff and Zak Bagans were gay and into each other. After Nick gets possessed by a ghost in a sexual way, he reveals to Zak that he's in love with him. However, that's not all. As the story progresses, it reveals that Nick is a werewolf. Having been turned year prior, the wolf inside him makes his feelings for Zak almost unbearable, which leaves him susceptible to the ghost's possession. Top!Nick, Bottom!Zak, Dom/Sub tones, werewolves, mpreg. ( Note: I swear the mpreg wasn't the original intention of the story, and it came out of nowhere, but it fit so perfectly. Please, no hate…I know mpreg is an acquired taste. You don't have to read it if you don't like it.)

[xtrashmammalstefx]

Hey Fam I'm Fucking Salty! 🤬

As you all know I write fanfiction. To be specific oneshots that are either smut or fluff or a mix of both at times. I posted a Queen one shot a few months ago called 'March of the Black Queen' in which I included a very clear list of warnings. Well recently, after a bit of a hiatus, I got inspired to write again so I went through my old stuff to see where I left off in my Queen Repertoire series (where said one shot was). That is when I noticed that my one shot was GONE! Out of curiosity I went through my other works and discovered another story was also removed. I'm salty because I recieved no warning or notification from the tumblr moderators that they were going to do this exact thing. I mean I get some things aren't allowed here but GOD DAMMIT THEY COULD AT LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO TELL ME TO TAKE THE STORIES DOWN INSTEAD OF DOING IT BEHIND MY FUCKING BACK!

Anyway since tumblr decided to pull this bullshit I have decided to change things up a bit. Since fluff is still okay I will continue to post those here. The smut, however, will from now on be posted on my AO3 account: silent_writer_stef. I will link the Queen Repertoire series once I've posted them there and will let you know as soon as they are up.

Thank you for be awesome my fellow readers and writers. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be fighting this bullshit fight.

Love u all,

xtrashmammalstefx

[badwolf1988-blog]

Abbotts Creek: Chapter Nine

We arrived in Gatlinburg, Tennessee two and a half hours later. Nestled in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, most of the town's main strip was designed to be a tourist trap. It was littered with small shops, chain motels, mini-golf courses, and a Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum. Zak drove us past all of this, to the more deserted part of town where most of Gatlinburg's residents lived. His small cabin sat right at the base of a small mountain and was the only residence on this street.

“So, are you the Unabomber in your free time?” I joked as he opened my door and gave me a hand out of the jeep. “Why buy a place that's so secluded?”

“It's nice to get away from it all sometimes,” Zak said as he grabbed our bags in one hand and wrapped his other around my waist to lead me to the front door. “Plus, the Ripley's museum is pretty bad ass, they have Dillinger's death mask, and I figured one day I might have an anti-social girlfriend that might appreciate the solitude,” he joked as we climbed the steps and he dropped his arm from my waist to dig out his keys to unlock the door.

“Very funny.” I glared at him as he pushed open the door and stepped aside to let me enter first.

“I thought so.” He lightly smacked my ass as I walked past him.

I squealed and spun around to face him in shock. “Zak! What the hell?!” He had never touched me like that before.

Zak dropped our bags by the door before quickly closing and locking it. Chore completed, he started advancing on me like he was a nineteenth century outlaw and I was a train full of gold. Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine and he had me pinned on my back on the black leather couch. When he finally broke the kiss, I was left panting for breath. “Have I ever told you how fucking sexy you are?” he asked against my lips. “That first night, seeing you in nothing but that Kurt Cobain t-shirt... fuck... you have no idea what I wanted to do to your delectable little body. He nuzzled his nose against the skin of my neck before laying a kiss on my pulse point.

The combination of his words and his actions sent an involuntary shiver down my spine and drew a small moan from my lips.

“When do you think you'll be ready for me, baby?” Zak brought a hand up to lightly caress the side of one of my breasts over the fabric of my shirt. Oh, he did not play fair. “I'm not trying to rush you and I'll wait as long as you need me to but you have no idea how badly I want you, Persephone.” Nope. Not fair AT ALL.

“My body says tonight,” I chuckled. “But my heart and my mind are waiting for something else.” I nervously chewed on my bottom lip. I really didn't want to have to explain further.

“What are they waiting for, baby?” He kissed me softly.

I turned my head away and refused to answer.

“Hey,” he said as he caught my chin and gently turned my head to make me look at him. “I'm sorry if I came on too strong. I already told you that I'm dominant and possessive but I haven't been able to act on it with your grandma and Willow around. Having you alone like this... it kinda came spilling out.”

I actually laughed at his apology. “That's not it, babe.” Had I just called him babe? “I actually like this side of you.” I assured him because it was the truth.

“Come on, baby, talk to me.” He leaned down and rubbed his nose against mine. “Tell me what you need.”

I took a deep breath before saying, “you.”

“You have me, Persephone, exclusively. You know that.” He gazed down at me in confusion.

“No, ALL of you.” I prayed that he would decode the meaning of my words so that I wouldn't have to say the words out loud.

Zak seemed to think over what I said for a moment before a look of understanding dawned on his handsome face. “You need me to love you.” He reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes. “We have to love each other.”

Relieved that he understood what I was saying, I simply nodded.

A big grin came over his face and he leaned down for a quick kiss before saying, “well, I don't know about you, baby, but we're at least halfway there because... I love you, Persephone.”

“WHAT?!” I sat up so quickly at his words that I accidentally pushed Zak off the couch and he landed on the hardwood floor with a thump.

“Ow...”

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