Summary: Your werewolf alpha decided it was time for you to get bred, so everyone should help, shouldn’t they? After all you are the alpha’s mate, and as such, you were a little bit of everyone in the pack. Next you know, there’s he has a magic fleshlight that works like a vortex so you get filled over and over while you are resting at home and your alpha mate shares it with the pack.
Werewolves x fem!reader || sex toys, magic sex, free use, sharing is caring, overstimulation, breeding, knotting (mentioned)
You’ve been living with the pack for months already.
Your werewolf mate found you working in a shitty office when he was signing some contracts for the company you worked for, and since that day, he was gone on you. He always says that smelling you was like finding spring in the middle of winter, like you are the best thing that happened to him. And thinking about it like that, you understand that he wanted you to go back to his pack with him. Which you gladly accepted… After a while.
Your job was shitty, your family was far either way, and most of your friends were more than happy to come visit you in your new job. And your new marriage, that’s it. Because the thing is, that once a werewolf meets their mate, they are more than ready to seal the deal. It doesn’t matter that humans don’t feel it with the same intensity. You played a bit hard to get, but to be fair, you weren’t that complicated.
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Once upon a time, humans ruled the world, and werewolves watched from the sidelines. But then, that changed...and werewolves began to stand up against the tyrannical human race. Some were able to make peace, and live together in harmony...while in other places, werewolves brutally killed off the human populations. Whether it was by murder or breeding, there is hardly any known “human” anymore. It is only werewolves...and a few of the critically endangered species called “human”. Werewolf packs lead the world, now...but they’re still fighting for dominance. Who’s going to come up on top?
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Imagine, if you will, a warm summer's night in an old forest surrounded by wildflowers and ferns. The air is clean and fresh, and the sky above is alight with stars and a full moon.
Imagine now that you're surrounded by several big werewolves, cozied up close, grumbling happily in the warmth of their pack.
That shit bussin.
Im craving Ezra content! Maybe some head canons or smth? Drink some water <3
ezra (werewolf oc!) headcanons.
tags- mostly miscellaneous, some romantic headcanons, some about werewolf culture in my stories, ezra is a yandere
note- in my stories, my werewolfs are described/envisioned as similar to the werewolfs from twilight, but every full moon they shift with out control, when their instincts go full drive.
Ezra is ridiculously aware of his size in werewolf form and constantly worries about accidentally stepping on small animals—or worse, you.
he has 6 siblings, four sisters two brothers
his pack is huge and based in a camp in the woods, though the young adults will leave for a year on 'missions' to learn and meet others
Even though he can shift at will, he hates doing it in front of people because it feels weirdly intimate, like getting caught mid-change in a dressing room.
He absolutely refuses to eat raw meat in wolf form. Just because his instincts say it’s fine doesn’t mean he isn’t still mentally gagging at the thought.
The full moon is his least favorite day of the month—he dreads it like someone dreads an upcoming dentist appointment.
He tries so hard to stay away from people on full moons, but if he hears your voice, even in his aggressive, uncontrollable state, something in him hesitates.
He absolutely hates hearing other werewolves talk about how much they enjoy the full moon. Why would you enjoy feeling like your brain is being hijacked?!
His werewolf hearing is too good, so he can hear bugs crawling on walls. He absolutely hates this and sometimes shifts just so his ears aren’t as sensitive.
He gets overwhelmed in crowds because all the different heartbeats and scents blur together, making him feel dizzy.
If he gets startled in werewolf form, he yelps like a puppy. It is both hilarious and kind of sad.
He’s terrified of other aggressive werewolves and tries to avoid fights at all costs—he’s a flight, not fight, kind of guy.
The pack’s elders constantly tell him to “embrace the beast within,” but Ezra would rather embrace a weighted blanket and a cup of tea.
He hates being in werewolf form in the rain because wet fur smells gross, and it takes forever to dry.
He has a tendency to whine like a dog when he’s frustrated, even in human form, which he does not realize until you point it out.
If he gets nervous while shifting back into human form, sometimes his ears or tail linger for a few seconds longer than they should. You find this hilarious.
His sketchbooks are filled with drawings of trees, animals, and—secretly—you, though he’d rather die than admit it.
He doesn’t mind hiking, but only if he has a clear escape route in case of too much nature (i.e., aggressive geese, loud squirrels, or anything that moves unpredictably).
He knits when he’s stressed. One winter, he made you a scarf, but it took him two months to work up the courage to give it to you.
He once tried woodworking but gave up when he got a splinter.
He has an entire collection of pretty rocks he’s found while walking around—he tells you he collects them for “good luck,” but really, he just thinks they look nice.
He enjoys baking but hates the pressure of people watching him bake, so he only does it when he’s alone.
He keeps a tiny notebook where he writes down cool bird facts, but he gets embarrassed if anyone finds it.
He actually loves music but gets too nervous to play in front of people, so he only practices his guitar when no one is home.
He tried reading self-help books to get over his shyness, but every time they told him to “be bold,” he immediately closed the book.
He tried foraging once but ended up bringing home a bunch of inedible plants because he thought they looked useful.
He loves rainy days because they give him the perfect excuse to stay inside with a book and avoid socializing.
Ezra startles ridiculously easily. If you walk up behind him and say his name, he will jump.
He is very self-conscious about his canine teeth being slightly sharper than normal, so he covers his mouth when he laughs.
If he gets too overwhelmed in a conversation, he just… leaves. No explanation, just a quiet exit.
He apologizes a lot, even when he’s done nothing wrong. You constantly have to tell him to stop saying sorry.
If someone flirts with him, he completely freezes, as if staying still will make him invisible.
If he gets nervous around you, his hands shake, and he desperately tries to hide it.
He is incredibly easy to bribe with food. If you give him baked goods, he will do anything for you.
He refuses to wear tight clothing because he’s paranoid about shifting and ruining his clothes.
He mumbles a lot, especially when he’s trying to get out of a conversation.
He’s a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol—one drink, and he’s done for the night.
Ezra is so awkward around you at first, avoiding eye contact and overthinking everything he says.
The first time you call him cute, his brain just completely shuts down. No thoughts, just panic.
When he starts getting more comfortable, he finds himself leaning into your touch without realising it.
He flusters so easily when you compliment him. If you say anything nice, he turns red and stammers through his response.
He gets so nervous about accidentally hurting you, especially in werewolf form. He treats you like you’re made of glass.
He constantly asks if you’re sure you want to be around someone like him. He’s not dangerous, but he’s scared of the possibility.
He unconsciously starts mirroring your habits—if you play with your sleeves when nervous, he starts doing it too.
His love language is acts of service, but he’s too shy to admit it. He’ll fix something for you or make you tea instead of saying “I love you” outright.
When you scratch behind his ears in werewolf form, he melts instantly—but gets super flustered if you mention it later.
He gets ridiculously jealous of confident people because he wishes he could be that bold around you.
He’s scared of PDA but loves subtle touches—brushing hands, leaning shoulders, or playing with the hem of your sleeve.
He has definitely, at some point, dramatically sighed and said, “I don’t deserve you,” even after youve reassured him for the 100th time.
He’s always anxious after full moons, constantly worried he might have hurt you, even if there’s no sign that anything went wrong.
Despite being shy and anxious, if anyone else makes you uncomfortable or hurts you, Ezra will actually get mad—and that is terrifying because no one ever expects it from him.
What people think I mean when I say I love found family: they fit into the stereotypical nuclear family. Where this person is the dad. And these people are siblings. And this person is the mom and they are sitcom.
Why I actually love found family: a bunch of lost and broken people find other people like them(and some of them are not even related to each other at all or none of them are) and connect. They feel safe with each other. Like these are my people. It's like how Dom from fast and furious talks about his "family". But main part is no one has to be related to each other to see each other as family. No one is designated the dad or mom, or this and this "role". Heck you can even ship some people in the "family" together with each other. It's a pack, a team. The ultimate friend group. But at the end of the day they are family!
