#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

[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

Read More Here

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3. Imagine Going on A Date with Zak and getting caught in the rain by elwritingx (Rated: General)

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

Comment, reblog or DM!

[thefallennightmare]

Zak Bagans Fanfiction!

If anyone is looking to read some juicy Zak Bagans fanfic, click on the link below! I'm currently working on it so bare with me for updates! Leave a comment on it if you're loving it! https://www.wattpad.com/story/173887827-hard-to-love%E2%80%A2-zak-bagans/parts

[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!)

[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,

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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!

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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.)

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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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Dangerous by MinaLaVoisin SUMMARY: Aaron, a manager with a lot of money visits a strip club one day and falls in love with one of the dancers... PAIRING(S): Zak Bagans/Aaron Goodwin TAG(S): stripper AU, love games, Sugar Daddy 

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ghxstadvxntxres notes: - this was one of the best zaaron fanfics I have ever read - it’s so flipping cute and adorable one moment and then sizzling hot the next - Aaron is the perfect Sugar Daddy and Zak is being the stubborn brat that he is at times. It’s a match made in heaven. - they play a cutsy love game where Aaron dares Zak to not fall in love with him and we all know that Zak will and it’s just so much fun to watch these two interact in this story.  PLEASE READ THIS! IT’S UNBELIEVABLE!!!! 

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Almost Human Part 1

Hello foolish mortals, as most of you know I write for enjoyment and for a challenge. As of late I have become enamored with the Ghost Adventures Show and crew so without further ado here is part one of Almost Human....

Enjoy and let me know what you think.

Zak Bagans Ladies and Gents

For centuries I have wondered this wasteland called Earth, doomed by my predecessors.  I am neither Living nor dead, I simply am.  Though it seems most days I am invisible. I have never known the luxury of love or companionship nor children or motherhood. The ruins from my past bring me comfort and grief all the same and the only thing that awaits me is the stench of one thousand rotting corpses within the pits of hell. Long ago when the earth stood still and the land was ruled by demons and angels I was betrothed to the fallen angel himself, that’s right yours truly was destined to remain in the above lands for all eternity. But when he fell I was given a choice; I could either join him in the lower lands or I could stay in the heavens, but of course there was a catch. There always is with the man humans call GOD, I could stay above in wealth and happiness but I would be promised to someone else.  Like the naïve Angel I was I vowed to stay true to my lover and asked to be set free.

I’ve watched humans fall in love every moment of every day for more years than I care to admit. The only thing I’ve seen more than love is pain and even still I have never witnessed a pain quite like my own.   Upon my arrival to the Lower lands I learned the cruelest fact of life; no one is immune to the bitterness of failure… Magnus as he was called before he fell; didn’t love me anymore. So he claimed my life for his own. When my soul hung in the balance he did me another disservice, the son of bitch cursed me to roam earth for all eternity until I found someone who loved me. The perfect travesty, while he was doomed so was I.  For a while I went through life as I always had, residing in the shadows, observing but never interfering, until I encountered God’s latest creation… Man

What a waste honestly, vain and vile creatures they were. I watched as the raped and pillaged over the years. Ruining life after life, ending life after life; all the while wondering why God hadn’t wiped them out. Instead he was forgiving them at their will and requests.  Sickened I was, most of all at the way women were treated by their male counterparts. The rage that filled me also gave me purpose and with this came my new name… Lilith.

When you are in the state that I am in (Though hopefully none of you will ever be) you don’t really have a place to call home. I frequented places where humans avoided until I required entertainment or someone called out to me.  After the first century I became well known, though my name has changed some over the last hundred years my role in this world remains the same, Misery and death to men…

Every now and then I get a “Visitor” sent by Magnus. Most of the time it was a lesser demon he trusted. On this particular occasion I was standing atop the Statue of Liberty when I felt a rush of air and I turned quickly to see Abaddon appearing behind me. He was Magnus right hand; Demons were all the same in my eyes; Filthy trash and nothing more. Magnus however, saw them on levels. Trust, reliability among other things that meant nothing to someone like me. “You found me” I stepped to the edge of the catwalk.  “I always do. The boss sends his best wishes and asks that you be exceptionally careful” Abaddon said in a deep voice.

“Careful? Something stirring?” I crossed my arms over my chest and took another step towards the catwalk edge.   “A lot of the lesser demons have been hanging around some famous Ghost Hunter, as you know this makes our  presence known to the living and paves the way for Demon hunters” his voice was very curt. “I’m neither ghost nor demon and you can tell your boss to shove his well wishes up his Ass”  I levitated up and over the railing,  gave a nod and pulled my arms around myself; causing an instant shift in my gravity and began to plummet to the icy waters below.

As I fell I was quite  agitated that Magnus felt he had any right to worry on my behalf, he happened to be the very reason I was in this mess. The dark waters seemed far too eager to welcome me, so just before I hit them I opened my arms and remained hovering above the waters. This human form was growing tiresome and I longed to be in my natural skin. I closed my eyes and started to feel my blood literally boil and my skin seemed to catch fire. I was screaming in agony into the deep night.  You see, my powers came with a price. Pain was the payment and energy. Whenever I take human form, I try to stay in the same skin for at least a month before I returned to my true state. Stripped bare of all human attributes I was something to behold. My hair was long and dark with parts of it dreaded white. My eyes were never the same color; you could compare it to a mood ring.  Ancient runes covered most of my skin because a lot of the spells I conjured left permanent markings.  Dressing modestly just wasn’t in my nature and since I spent most of my time seducing rapists and murders, I needed to look as enticing as possible.

I was intrigued by this “Ghost Hunter” I had watched them evolve over thousands of years. Always searching for monsters in the wrong places. Shaking my head I decided to pay this hunter a visit. I paused when I realized that Abaddon had not spoken the hunters name nor location. I suppose I would just do a spell to find out on my own. Drawing on the energy from the surrounding area I called forth the power of sight. In my head I began to see flashes of Paris? No Egypt? Showgirls? What the fuck! I thought, had the spell gone wrong… and then it dawned on me. I smiled to myself wickedly and closed my eyes imaging my destination firmly in my mind. “Miranotos Sontonyoma!” I said out loud.  When I opened my eyes I was standing on top of a building. I could smell the booze and sex in the air and only one place could hold this much potential for destruction… Las Vegas…

The place was still the same; desolate and full of insubordinate human beings.  I reverted to my spiritual form and began my walk amongst the people of Vegas.  It was late on a Saturday night; the streets were packed with pedestrians and performers alike. This place has always been a party city but I’ve done my best to avoid it. When the general population started to expand I discovered that crowds are the worst place to be for someone such as myself.  Imagine sticking your finger to a Tesla Coil, it would kill you right?  In my spirit form I can absorb the energies of Humans and electronic items around me, the more energy I absorb the easier is it is for me to become a physical form.  Sometimes that energy is absorbed whether I want it to or not and when it does it enhances other abilities that I have.  It was happening to me at this very moment; in one instant I could hear every thought of every human being within a mile's radius. I needed to get to my destination… and fast.

I was crossing the street when I noticed an abnormally large crowd.  The humans were almost spilling over the sidewalk. They all seemed to be waiting for something. With all this chaos I cursed and resigned to hovering above the crowd instead. There was a large Black sign and several of the people below held signs they’d made themselves.  “We Love you GAC”, “I Want To Be Locked Down With ZAK”.  I was momentarily puzzled by all the noise I started to hear until I saw a black sort of cargo van pull up to the crowd and they parted.  When the van stopped a group of men got out. A flash of the hunter I was looking for went through my head as my eyes landed on the driver of the van. “My goodness!”  I gasped and quickly I went from above it all to part of it. I situated myself in the thrashing and screaming crowd as I watched the man sign scraps of paper and any item the humans had to give.  There were many people that were of famed reputation that I had met over the years. I’d even slept with a few of my favorites, but this man was something different.  Abaddon was right; they were a popular group of hunters.  I silently followed them into the building as they walked inside. The dark haired human appeared to be the leader and the others were quite entertaining. If nothing else I wouldn’t be bored that’s for sure.

Inside of the “Building” actually turned out to be a home; and quite the lavish one if you ask me. They all went their separate ways and I followed the one they kept calling Zak. “I swear humans names have gotten stranger in the last century” I said out loud and I swear I saw him shift.  Raising my brow I watched him enter a bedroom. It was particularly dark and full of strange objects. He dropped the bag he carried by the foot of the bed and before I could blink his shirt was over his head. I gasped for a second time that evening.  His skin was of olive tone and there was tattoos scattered across his skin ; to say he was in shape did not quite do him justice. He was gorgeously trim in all the right places. His arms bulged perfectly and I was impressed.

 “I know you’re here. I can feel you” he turned to face where I would have stood had I been visible.  “I’m not afraid and I’m not going to hurt you” His chest rose and fell evenly and I knew he was telling the truth about not being frightened.  I focused my energy and felt my skin tingle as I revealed myself. His eyes grew large and he took a single step back as I lowered to the floor.  “Full Bodied apparition, I’ve never seen one this clear” he stammered.

 “First of all; I am not an apparition second my name is Lilith and you will call me by no other name” I closed the distance between us in literally an instant. I wanted to unnerve him and make him uncomfortable.  He did not jump but I watched as he let out a huge breath.

“Be still. I am here because of the stir you’ve caused in the spirit world. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” I lifted my hand to his chest and he flinched.

 “Relax, I mean no harm, I just want to see what’s inside your head” I kept my hand hovering over his chest and he nodded. When my hand touched his chest his eyes followed. I placed my other hand the side of his head.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes” he lifted his eyes to mine. I was greeted by flashes of a young man who seemed very lost. The scenes changed quickly and before long I watched he and two other men go through houses shouting and laughing.  I removed my hand from his head and pulled the hand that remained away from his bare chest.

“Thank you” I said turning to go. “Wait! Don’t go yet” he seemed to find his voice again. “I’ve never been able to touch a .. Well… What are you?” I frowned but a small smile played at my lips “Not one for subtlety are you?” “Sorry no. so what are you? Who are you?” he still stood at the foot of the bed with no shirt and his pants were unbuttoned.

I paused letting my eyes admire him in his glory. “I will answer your questions if you make yourself presentable.” I smirked and crossed my arms. He looked confused and then took off to the closet. I could hear him rustling around and when he emerged he had on a white t-shirt and his pants were buttoned. I was disappointed that he had covered his wonderful body but I would not be able to concentrate on a conversation had he remained exposed. Something about him called to me and I was intrigued by it. Of course I always kept an air of caution, though his intentions seemed rooted purely in curiosity; he could very well be my demise.  Just from the way he looked I was half inclined to believe that this was a trap set by Magnus. He sat down on the bed and I remained standing.

“My Name is Lilith and I come from a time where angels and demons ruled the earth. I am neither Human nor spirit nor am I a Demon. When I was young I fell in love with an Angel named Magnus. He committed a horrible act and when he was banished God gave me a choice, I could stay and live in the upper lands or I could live in the lower lands with my love.” I paused shaking my head.

“Seems like an easy choice” he said.

“You sound naïve as I did. there was a catch to this “choice” if I stayed in Upper lands I would be married off to someone else and to someone who thought she’d found the love of her life…” I closed my eyes and waited in silence. “So you chose hell” he finished. “So I chose hell and when I got there, Magnus was so bitter about his failure that the pain engulfed him.  I became an afterthought, so he killed me in a fit of rage” I said bitterly. “So let me get this straight. You were an angel….” he seemed genuinely shocked. “I know I don’t look like one anymore do I?” I chuckled and sighed. “Well, I’ve never seen an angel so I can’t really say” He smiled. “As I lay dying my soul lingered between the spirit world  and the physical world, Magnus made sure I would be just as miserable as him by cursing me to roam the earth for eternity alone.” i crossed my arms and looked over at Zak. “That is pretty shitty, I’m sorry”. He stared at me intensely. “It is the way of the world forever doomed to repeat itself” I turned my back to his gaze.

“So how long have you roamed the earth?” he asked. “I am older than the earth. the centuries sort of bleed together after the first 10,000 years” I smiled to myself continuing to stand facing the window. “So what do you do when you’re not standing in my bedroom” he ran his fingers through his hair. I had not turned around but I had profound hearing and after being around humans for thousands of years I recognized certain sounds more than others.

“I kill men.” I turned around so I might see his face.

“Like a succubus?” he swallowed but I could see the excitement on his face.

“Yes, but much more powerful. You have nothing to worry about I’m not here to seduce you.” I grinned and watched him lick his lips. It was no secret that those who hunted ghosts for a living usually picked up a few kinks along the way, but even so I found myself amused. “Why not?” he asked. “One, I’ve seen inside your mind Zachary. You might have your fellow hunters fooled but I’ve seen your deepest desires.” I watched his face turn red and he cleared his throat. “Two I must go. I have places to go humans to kill and spells to perform” I finished. “Will I see you again?” he got up from the bed as I walked up to him. I placed my hands against his chest and slowly rose from the ground so that we were eye level. I leaned forward and paused.

“After I place my lips against yours you will feel dizzy but you will always be able to call for me. I make no promise to always answer, do you understand?” He nodded slowly and I let my fingertips linger on his inviting lips. Whenever I look back on this moment I can still feel the same shiver go through my body as I leaned forward. My Otherworldly lips met his Human ones I felt something that even now I still cannot put into words. I pulled back and when Zak opened his eyes I was long gone...