#embry x reader

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You had made fast friends with Embry, Quil, and Jacob after moving here, but it wasn’t until a couple months in that you learned (or found out– thanks Quil) about their shapeshifting tendencies. And it wasn’t until two months ago that Embry pulled you aside at a bonfire one night to express his undying love in the form of an imprint bond. You were terrified– you’d never even had a boyfriend! And now one of your closest friends was basically telling you that you guys were tethered for life. Embry had told you that this could look however you wanted… he would love to be with you, but would be more than happy to stay friends as long as you wanted. Forever, if that was what you wanted. In your panic at the whole situation, you told Embry you wanted to stay friends. He masked his disappointment well, but was a devoted friend, never overstepping or asking for more in fear of making you uncomfortable or pushing you away.

Sure, Embry was totally cute, and you had found yourself admiring him in more ways than one, but you had to stay friends. Not because you liked someone else or weren’t interested in commitment. It was because of your vaginismus. What guy would ever want to date a girl that had so many issues with sex? You could never do that to Embry. He had to be free to explore this part of life that was so important to young guys. You would just be a burden, always stopping due to pain or clamming up from the nerves. And so friends you stayed.

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Fan fiction was an incredible outlet for romantic hopes you couldn’t act on. Recently, you found yourself diving into the Tumblr rabbit hole that is smut. The possibilities explored through writing were insane– you’d seen porn, sure, but this always seemed to focus on the man in the situation. It never caught your interest, let alone turned you on. But this– this writing by random strangers online stirred feelings you didn’t know you had.

You were horny.

It was tough to act on anything because of your inexperience. You tried touching yourself, but didn’t find much sensation. You thought about toys, but shied away at the thought of having to hide something so blatantly sexual in your bedroom. What if your parents found it?

Thoughts like this raced through your mind as you sat with Emily on her couch watching a rerun of Grey’s Anatomy. Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps charging through the front door pulled you away. The boys were back from patrol! Emily got up to start serving lunch while you lingered in the doorway of the kitchen, ready to help her if need be but able to join the boys’ conversation from the table. You must have caught them mid-chat.

“No way you did it right, dude,” said Paul. “If she wasn’t shaking, it wasn’t real.”

“C’mon, man! The ladies can’t get enough of this,” countered Jared. “I’m like a sex master.”

This was met with a round of teasing and punching from the rest of the guys. Apparently, Jared was getting restless waiting for his imprint bond to kick in, so he’d taken to Tinder to satiate his needs. The guys seemed to think he hadn’t satisfied his partner.

He continued, “Right when they start to clench up, you throw in a twist and start pounding. That’s what does it.” This seemed to align more with the male-centered videos you’d watched, and less with your favorite fics, but what did you know? You were a virgin with a vagina that refused to be penetrated who’d never even had an orgasm.

“You got it all wrong,” said Quil, “if the bed ain’t rattling from the start, she’s probably bored.”

You cringed internally at the thought of Quil ramming it into some poor, unsuspecting girl with no warm-up.

“You guys are such show-offs,” Embry chimed in, shaking his head as he picked at his muffin.

“Oh yeah? How about you enlighten us to the Embry technique, then,” challenged Jared, eager for the conversation to pull away from his own practices in bed.

“Girls like it gentle, and you can’t be changing shit up when they’re close. You have to just pick something that works and stick to it. And foreplay is key. Don’t be jamming it in as soon as the pants come off, Quil.” Embry spoke. The guys let out impressed huffs as you felt your face warming.

Now that sounded a lot more like the writing you had read. Maybe Embry really knew what he was talking about. Maybe he could give you the feelings you’d read about… and he was pretty cute. You probably wouldn’t have to persuade him much, either, with the whole imprint thing. As the conversation between the guys changed to car repairs, you were stuck fantasizing about Embry’s skills, and whether they were as good as he let on.

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Another week passed, but this was full of knowing glances from Emily as you found yourself drooling over Embry. How could you not? His bronzed lean body was never wearing a shirt, and he was basically in love with you. Of course, his words to the guys about pleasuring women had never left your head. You’d even attempted taking care of yourself multiple more times to the thought of him, but time and time again, you were reminded how inexperienced you were with your own body as you were left unsatisfied.

You and Embry sat on his bedroom floor playing Mario Kart while waiting for Quil to arrive for your geology study session. When you drove your kart off the track and into the water for the 3rd time in 40 seconds, Embry laughed over at you, “Everything okay?”

His voice was laced with the smallest hint of genuine concern.

“Just have a lot on my mind is all,” you responded, dropping your controller as the race ended.

“You’re gonna pass this test, I know it,” he turned to you. “You have like the best grade in class, don’t stress.”

“It’s not about the test,” you laughed, flattered by his praise.

“Oh… Anything you wanna talk about?” he prodded.

There he sat, shirtless and adorable, and all you could think about was how his warm skin would feel against your own.

“Have you ever… nevermind,” you started but then chickened out.

“What is it?” he chirped. “I’m an open book, Y/N.”

You bit your lip as you thought. Of all the people on this Earth, Embry was the one you trusted the most. You shut away the anxiety that told you he only wanted to be friends. He imprinted on you. You had him wrapped around your finger, and there was nothing to be scared of.

“Have you ever had sex?” you finally questioned, burying your face in the excess fabric of the hoodie you were wearing. Embry’s hoodie.

Unable to see his face, you detected a hint of teasing laced in excitement in his tone.

“Yes, I have.”

“What… what is it like?” you stammered.

Seeing your extreme nerves, Embry made a point to speak calmly and confidently in attempt to allow you to open up more.

“It feels good,” he commented. “As long as you are with someone you like. Why do you ask?”

“Because-” you stopped yourself, questioning if you should press for more information. “I just- I heard you guys talking about it the other day and I’ve always wondered what stuff like that feels like, but I can’t do it by myself.” You rambled the last part and felt a hot blush rise up your neck and face. Had you said too much?

Embry smiled. You were just curious, he realized. No, he could tell by your blush and fidgeting fingers that it was more than that. You were horny.

“Well, what have you tried?” he questioned.

“Embry! I’m not gonna say it out loud!” Humiliation started to rise at the thought of detailing your previous attempts out loud.

“Why not? It’s something we all do…”

Your mind wandered to an image of Embry touching himself, causing a hot stone to settle in your stomach.

“Maybe I can give you some tips,” he added.

You decided in that moment to be brave and share. “I haven’t even tried that much, to be honest. I just use my hand but it never feels like anything. I have to be doing it wrong but I can’t find anything online about how you’re supposed to.”

“There’s no perfect way. You just have to try doing different things and see what you like. Here– what turns you on?”

“I don’t know…” you started, pondering. “I guess kissing?”

“Okay,” he started, trying to suppress the need to aww at your innocence. “What else?”

“Maybe like, muscles? Tan skin? I don’t know,” you started rambling out your thoughts,” I like watching you wash your car,” you spoke before you could catch yourself. Silence overtook the room as you slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide in horror at what you just said.

A few seconds later, Embry smirked, “I turn you on?”

Well, too late to back track now.

“I just mean, whenever you guys were talking in the kitchen about sex, and like, you seemed to know what you were talking about… I don’t know.” You sighed in defeat.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you turn me on too,” he added.

Your eyes snapped to his in shock.

“I do?”

“Of course! You’re my imprint. Everything you do turns me on,” he admits, now blushing slightly himself.

“I never knew,” you add.

“Well, duh. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since you want to stay friends.”

Wow, Embry really was a good guy. He repressed his own feelings for the sake of yours. Maybe it was time to revisit the whole just friends thing.

“So what does this mean?” you start.

“Nothing, we can just keep being normal. We can just stay friends, like you want.”

“But, what if I don’t want that anymore?” you suggest sheepishly.

He looks at you stunned, too afraid to press in case you retreat. You will need to take the lead here.

He is breathless as he replies, “Then you need to tell me what you do want.”

“I think– I want to try having sex. With you.”

Now it was his turn to be stunned.

“Seriously?”

You just nodded, waiting in anticipation for his next move. There was none. He was shocked into silence, so you did something you never thought you would be doing. You kissed a werewolf.

At first it was just a peck, but when Embry snapped out of his haze, he took a gentle lead. He grasped your chin between his fingers, guiding your lips back onto his. His skin was soft and smelled like cocoa. His other hand reached up to caress your waist, an act that sent tingles down to your toes. He pulled away.

“Are you sure? I need you to be 100% sure,” he whispered.

You spoke one word that gave him all the confidence he needed.

“Yes.”

With this, he leaned back in, mouth dancing over yours before poking his tongue out and licking a stripe across your bottom lip. You sighed in contentment. You’d kissed a couple of boys before, but none of them felt like this. This was gentle, this was loving– this was hot.

Embry felt you squirm closer, so he took the chance to lay you back on his bed, leaning over you to deepen the kiss. Your body writhed against his, but he didn’t rip your clothes off like you thought he would. Instead, he just kept kissing you. Anticipation grew in your stomach as you grew needier for more. In a strike of boldness, you reached a hand down to grasp him over his shorts. You missed, grazing the side of him and landing on his inner thigh, but he got the hint.

Pulling away, he asked “What’s the farthest you’ve gone before?”

You thought it may be best to lie, but chose honesty.

“This,” you spoke.

“Hey,” he started, sensing your nerves. “No need to be embarrassed, I just need to know where to go slow.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go slow,” you argued.

“It’s your first time, sweetheart,” he deadpans. You blush at his nickname. “I am going extremely slow.” He said this in a manner that told you you had no choice in the matter. He did know more about this stuff, maybe you should trust him.

“Where should we start?” you settle.

“Do you want to take your shirt off?”

Pushing away the nerves, you nod and sit up so he can peel your (his) hoodie off of your body. You lie back down, nipples hardening in the cold air. Embry’s eyes rake you, mesmerized. He brings a hand up every so lightly, finger circling your nipple to test your reaction. Seeing you arch your back into his touch, Embry brings his lips down to your neck, sucking and biting a trail down until his mouth had encircled your nipple. You sighed in relief, eyes closing at the sensation. You felt his hardness pressing into your leg, trying to shake the nerves of knowing that that would soon be inside you. The sucking and licking motion had drawn your thoughts out, leaving you with a mind blank of anything but Embry. He switched to the other nipple, ensuring you were more than satisfied with the feeling before bringing a hand over your clothed crotch. You froze, awaiting the new feeling, but Embry noticed.

“You okay?” he stopped, waiting for your confirmation.

“Yeah, just nervous,” you breathed.

“Say the word and I stop, no hard feelings. Okay?” You nodded, but he persisted, “Say it.”

“Okay.” As gentle as he was being with you, he had an air of control that had your stomach growing hotter by the second.

Bringing his hand back down, he caressed between your legs. It certainly felt better than what you had done yourself, but it was hard to make out much feeling with your denim jeans in the way.

“Can I take these off?” he breathed into your neck, turned on himself at the sight of your topless figure. You nodded, and he began to unbutton your jeans with one hand. When the zipper was pulled down, he sat up to peel them off you.

“Wait,” you interject, and Embry froze completely, afraid of overstepping. “Can you go first?” you spoke, gesturing to his own bottoms. Being the only one naked racked you with anxiety. Embry smiled knowing you still wanted to continue, and stood up from the bed, pulling shorts and underwear down his tanned legs and stepping out. You took in the sight. Obviously, you’d seen penises before, and read about them, but seeing one in real life was something else. He was clean, well-groomed, and long. You weren’t sure what to do, so you stood up to pull your own pants off. Once you had stepped out of your last garment, Embry strode towards you, lying you back down on the bed with a kiss to each cheek. You lie back expecting him to hover over you once more, only his mouth didn’t land on your chest. It started on your belly and travelled lower.. And lower… and lower. He spread your legs gently, hot breath fanning over your exposed center, before fluttering sweet kisses along your inner thighs.

The anticipation of his mouth had you going crazy. This was always the part in the stories that the girls liked the most. What if you didn’t like it? What if you smelled bad? What if you tasted bad?

Thoughts were silenced as he placed a gentle kiss on the hood of your clit. He looked like a starving man sitting before a feast, mouth all but drooling at the site of you laid out beneath him. Upon connecting with your eyes for one more confirmation, he dove in. His tongue was hot and wet, eliciting a slippery sensation as it grazed your clit. Your back arched into space as his mouth began a frenzy on you, licking, sucking, and kissing over and over until you were seeing stars.

“Oh, wow,” you got out, head tilted back and eyes shut.

He hummed in agreement, never ceasing his moves. Lick, suck, kiss. Lick, suck, kiss. You felt something in your stomach begin to clench, panic settling at the new feeling.

“I feel weird,” you admit.

Embry lifts his face, mouth glistening. “It’s okay, baby, that’s a good thing. Just focus on that feeling.”

You sat up on your elbows, brows furrowed, and Embry sensed your anxiety.

“That feeling in your belly means you’re close to finishing. You don’t have to if you’re scared, but it’s gonna feel so good,” he soothed. His warm eyes held yours in a stare that said you could trust him completely. You laid back and nodded for him to continue, determined to explore every feeling you could with him.

He started his actions slowly once more, building up speed but remaining consistent in his motions. You began to feel the clenching in your stomach again, chanting his name to keep your mind whole. His hands rubbed soothing circles over your stomach and thighs.

As your stomach began to feel more and more tense, your head began to swim with a dizzying storm. All at once, tingles erupted from your core across your entire body, stomach giving way to the rolls of your first orgasm. It lasted who knows how long, but when you regained control, you lifted your head, a signal for Embry to peel away as to not overstimulate you.

“How did that feel?” he questioned, a smirk of pride on his face.

“Holy…” you couldn’t finish, body limp with satisfaction. “That was crazy.”

“Do you want to stop there?” he asked, the tone in his voice indicating that he was more than happy with what you did, and would not be disappointed in the least if you were done for now.

“I want to keep going,” you stated, orgasm washing away any sense of embarrassment or shame.

Embry beamed at you, standing to pull a small foil packet out of his drawer.

“What about you?” you gestured to his stiff length. “I can–”

He cut you off. “Nuh uh, this is all about you. Don’t worry about me, I’m more than okay.”

With this you resigned. However, a new wave of anxiety began to wash over you at the thought of penetration. He would need to be slow. Very, very slow. Something told you he knew this, however, and you laid back, giving your body to him in complete trust.

Embry ripped the foil open with his teeth and slid out the slippery condom, placing it over his length and rolling down. You’d never actually seen a condom before, and were grateful that at least one of you knew how they worked.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked.

“I– I’m not sure,” you admit, waiting for him to give you some indication.

With this, he flipped you onto your stomach, legs slightly spread, and pulled your hips a couple inches into the air. You were basically laying down flat, your hips tilted up to allow him access.

“This is my favorite, but if it feels painful or uncomfortable at all, just tell me and we can try something else.”

You were blushing and extremely turned on at Embry throwing you around like this. Add one more thing to the list of what turned you on!

“I’m gonna go really slow, but you need to talk to me. If it feels good, tell me. If it hurts, tell me.”

“Okay,” you reassure him.

He kneeled behind you, lining himself up at your entrance. He rubbed his head amongst your folds, allowing you to get used to the sensation, before his tip caught in your center. Pushing slightly forward, you awaited the pain you knew would come. He got about an inch in before feeling you tense up, so he stopped to allow you to adjust. Embry ran his hands up and down your back, petting your hair to soothe you. When you were ready for more, you would push your hips up slightly, and Embry would take the hint, slowly pushing in another inch before stopping. When he was almost seated inside you, he paused.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“It feels weird, but it doesn’t hurt. I think I’m okay.”

You looked around the room and found that you could see Embry’s face in the mirror on his opposite wall. He looked to be in pure ecstasy, brows furrowed and mouth open. He must have been holding back a lot for your sake. The slickness of your previous orgasm combined with Embry’s face unclenched your muscles, allowing him to slide home.

“Fuck,” he grunted as you gasped. You had never felt full like this in your life. The stretch on your inner walls was crazy, and instead of the tingling sensation Embry’s mouth brought you, this was a deep pressure in your stomach. It felt insane.

Embry stayed put, allowing you as much time as you needed to fully adjust. You were more than ready, though, so you tilted your hips to signal him to move. He pulled out an inch or so, and then slowly pressed back in.

“Oh my god,” you breathed into the mattress, overcome by the feeling. He did this again, and again, and again, each time pulling out slightly further. He was fully fucking you.

He stayed slow, not wanting to overwhelm you, but you raised your knees in order to feel him deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N, baby,” he whispered, beginning to speed up. Your moans and the sound of your wetness sent him to the edge. The tightening in your stomach grew once more, Embry’s tip pressing the exact spot inside you to get you seeing stars.

“Embry, fuck,” you moan loudly, unabashedly, hips rocking back to meet his.

Just as you were starting to feel slightly raw and sensitive, he gripped your hips, stilling behind you, and you felt a warmth between your legs. He didn’t start moving again, so you figured he came. He pulled out and flopped on the bed next to you, searching your face for any hint of regret.

“Are you okay?” he asked, always taking care of your needs first.

“That was amazing, Embry,” you beamed, breathless. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead and running a hand through your hair.

“So…” Embry began after catching his breath. “Where am I gonna take you this weekend?” he thought out loud. You were confused.

“Take me?” you clarified.

“Sex rule number one:” he started, his voice laced with humor. “If I make you cum, I get to take you on a date. Didn’t you know?” he feigned ignorance.

How could anyone love me?

Embry Call

⸙From all wolves within his pact, Embry is probably the most bearable one. Then again, that means little in the face of you being his imprint. Werewolves develop a fierce dependency for their imprints which makes it physically painful for Embry to not be close to you. However, as someone who stays quiet and observes first before confronting, he can take a hint. Especially because he is very hyperfocused on you does he realise very quickly that you seem uncomfortable whenever he does try to get closer to you. As a wolf his senses are enhanced and because you are his imprint, he only learns to attune better to your own responses and emotions. So the moment it becomes clear that you don't trust him, he pulls away and reverts to stalking you again. It does make him feel literally sick but he knows that if he pushes too much and you end up avoiding him completely, his wolf will only act up more which may lead him to lose control. Initially he does assume that perhaps you just don't trust him as him and his friend group have a bit of a reputation going on. So he tries to make himself seem smaller, to appear harmless when he does approach you. He doesn't want you to think of him as someone scary and untrustworthy.

⸙The issue seems to be a tad bit more complicated though. You harbor a lot of insecurities and self-doubt which leads you to assume that no one who approaches you does so because they are genuinely interested in you. Once Embry knows that is when he definitely becomes a tad bit more assertive though. It's one thing to be wary of him as a person but knowing that you just genuinely don't think anyone could love you is another matter that just hurts him to think about. You are so lovable after all and his protective instincts definitely tingle as he wonders if there is a concrete reason why you believe this in the first place. He still makes sure to not overwhelm you but he takes the lead more as he makes sure to not merely observe you any more. He actively seeks you out to engage with you though his behavior is still gentle and mindful as he senses how you are always subtly tense when he hangs around you. Sometimes he can get a little bit intense whenever you end up talking down to yourself by accident but he usually quickly regains his control, fully aware that he still has to be careful when around you. Sometimes he ends up talking low about himself just in order to have you stop your own rant. The gentleness you show after is a nice bonus.

Felix

𑣿It is just about impossible to pretend when around a vampire as their senses are extremely honed so it is really no surprise Felix catches on quickly when you start to get very uncomfortable for a different reason. It is already frightening enough to be aware of the existence of vampires like him who live off of the blood of humans. However, you never end up being made another meal. You end up locked away in their hideout all because one of the high-ranking guards seems to be very bewitched with you. Despite his reputation and appearance, Felix is very gentle when he is with you. Not only because he has to be due to his strength but also because he wants to be. Initially it's obvious why your heartrate his always so high. You're scared and that for very understandable reasons. Eventually something changes though and Felix notices quickly. You end up so skittish and wary around him for other reasons besides just plain fear for your life. Still, a victory is a victory as now you have always appear to have started believing his promises that he won't let any other vampire suck you dry. It's kind of motivational and encourages him to now simply figure out what the new problem seems to be.

laughter rang through the air at emily’s house, the majority of the pack laughing at jared’s antics again. it was time for another pack night and you had arrived a bit early to hang out with emily and some of the other imprints before the boys arrived.

by now, most of them had arrived - aside from the few that were still out on patrol, including your imprint, embry. jared was entertaining then group for now, laughing and goofing off with seth occasionally joining in, while sam and paul grilled just out back.

it was turning out to be a fun night. so you weren’t exactly sure what was causing the cold, anxious feeling in your chest now.

you’ve had an anxiety and panic disorder for years now, and sometimes you still got panic attacks that seemed to just appear from nowhere. like now, you had been completely comfortable, just enjoying times with your friends when all of a sudden, you noticed that familiar, uncomfortable feeling start to prickle under your skin.

you tried to ignore it - the way that your pulse had begun to pick up pace and the way you were aware of every single beat in your chest. the way that your hands were beginning to sweat, your body cold in a way that it only got during panic attacks.

in the midst of your growing panic, you could see the worried looks that some of the boys were shooting your way now. you sighed deeply, picking at the skin around your nails. you had never had a panic attack around the pack before and the realization that embry wasn’t there with you was only making your panic worse.

“hey.” emily crouched down beside you suddenly, her browns eyes filled with concern. “are you okay? what’s going on?”

“i’m fine.” your voice was shaky now, breath coming out a bit faster as you tried to take deeper breaths. “i just… i have panic attacks sometimes and like, definitely having one now.”

this was so embarrassing and you could feel your cheeks heat in the midst of everything else. you could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you wished you were anywhere else right now.

“okay, what do we do?” paul asked from somewhere in the background. “how do we calm her down.”

emily glared back at him before focusing her attention back on you. “it’s okay. how do you normally come back down from your panic attacks?”

the panic was making your brain fuzzy and you balled your hands, lowering your face down to your fists. “ugh, i don’t know! embry usually handles them. i don’t get them super often anymore.”

emily glanced back around at sam, quietly asking him how much longer embry would be. you tried not to focus on them, instead trying to focus on controlling your breathing. you counted silently in your head - 1, 2, 3, 4 inhale. 1, 2, 3, 4 exhale.

you jumped when someone’s hands came in contact with your back and your eyes flew open, only to connect with embry’s warm gaze. he looked concerned, his lips flattened into a soft smile as he knelt in front of you.

“hey, hey, you’re okay. deep breaths with me, okay?” he clasped your smaller hands in his warm ones, exaggerating his inhales so that you would match them. “good girl, keep going, okay?”

he broke eye contact briefly, just to tell the others to back off, before his attention was back on you. you could feel the panic receding, your mind becoming more clear and your heart settling back into a more steady pace. “there you go. you okay? what happened?”

“not sure.” you huffed, pulling one of your hands back to brush your hair out of your face. “just hit me out of nowhere.”

“that happens, it’s all good.” embry stood from where he was crouching before pulling up a chair beside you and sitting back down. he pulled you as close as he could to himself before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“it’s embarrassing.” you mumbled, glancing back to the pack and the imprintees who had made their way outside.

“nah.” he reassured. “it’s just something that happens. they understand.”

you only hummed in response, turning into his warmth for another moment. “okay, i think i’m good. we should probably get back out there.”

“hmm, yeah probably.” he sighed, before smiling down at you. he pulled you closer to him, gathering you in his arms and pressing two short kisses against your lips. “or we could spend just a few more minutes in here.”

you giggled, letting him kiss you again - really, who were you to deny him?

ᨒ being in a relationship with embry call

Being with Embry is like falling in love in slow motion, quiet, steady, and achingly deep. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t announce his feelings in grand gestures or loud declarations; instead, he shows them in every small, deliberate action. His love unfolds gradually, layer by layer, until one day you realize it’s everywhere, in the way he looks at you, the way he says your name, the way his hand always seems to find yours no matter where you are.

Embry doesn’t rush anything. He’s gentle by nature, all soft edges and careful touches, but there’s something powerful in that restraint. His affection is subtle but certain, the kind that seeps into your bones and stays there. When he first fell for you, he tried to hide it, the way his breath caught when you smiled, the way he’d look away too quickly when you caught him staring. He wasn’t used to something this consuming, this real. But when the bond deepened, when it became clear that you were his, he stopped running from it. Instead, he learned to lean into the feeling, to let himself be seen.

He’s attentive in ways that surprise you. He remembers everything you say, even the smallest, throwaway details. If you mention a song you liked once, it’ll be playing quietly in his truck the next time you drive together. If you’re tired, he’s the first to notice, already reaching to take something heavy out of your hands before you even ask. He’s thoughtful without trying to be, and his kindness doesn’t demand recognition. He just… cares. And it shows.

Embry’s love language is time. He wants to be there, not just for the big moments, but the in-between ones. Sitting beside you in silence while you read. Fixing something in your house without being asked. Staying up late just because you can’t sleep. His presence is comforting, grounding, like the ocean at night, vast and quiet, but full of unspoken emotion. He’s not loud about his love, but it’s always there, constant and steady, as if his heart found its rhythm in yours.

When he touches you, it’s with a kind of reverence, like he’s still in awe that he gets to. His fingertips always start soft, tracing lazy circles on your skin, hesitant at first as though he’s afraid to take too much. There’s a shyness to him in the beginning, that endearing awkwardness that makes your chest ache because you can feel how much he wants to do right by you. But once he grows comfortable, once he learns what makes you sigh and relax into him, his confidence blooms. He’s quiet still, but his eyes speak for him, that deep, burning gaze that says I’m yours. I’d do anything for you.

Embry’s emotions run deeper than he lets on. He’s sensitive, but he doesn’t see it as weakness, not when it comes to you. He feels things deeply, even when he doesn’t know how to say them. When you cry, he doesn’t rush to fix it. He doesn’t tell you to stop or try to distract you. Instead, he holds you, wordlessly, firmly, until your breathing evens out. His hands move slowly up and down your back, his voice low when he finally murmurs, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” And you know he means it. He always means it.

Jealousy isn’t something Embry shows easily. He trusts you, and he tries to keep his emotions in check. But when someone flirts too long or stands too close, you feel that subtle shift in him, the way his body straightens, the muscle in his jaw tightens. He won’t make a scene. He’ll just step closer, his arm slipping around your waist, eyes hardening in a quiet, protective way. It’s not possessiveness; it’s instinct. He doesn’t need to prove anything, he just needs to know you’re safe, that whoever’s looking at you knows exactly who you belong to.

He’s the kind of man who makes you laugh when you least expect it, shy smile breaking into a grin, his dimple showing when he teases you gently. You’ll catch him looking at you sometimes, his expression soft, almost dazed, and he’ll shake his head and mutter, “You have no idea what you do to me.” It’s not about lust, though that’s there too, it’s the awe of loving someone who sees him for who he is.

Embry’s devotion is quiet but unwavering. Once he loves you, there’s no undoing it. You could be miles apart, and he’d still think about you every day, checking his phone just to see if you texted, driving by your place when he misses you too much. He doesn’t love halfway; he never could. You’re in his every heartbeat, his every breath. When you curl up against him, his hand always settles over your heart, thumb tracing slow patterns like he’s memorizing the rhythm.

He doesn’t say I love you often, but when he does, it’s soft, almost reverent. “I love you,” he murmurs against your hair, voice barely above a whisper, like it’s something sacred he’s afraid to break. He says it like it’s a promise, steady, eternal, absolute.

With Embry, love feels like home. It’s the quiet safety of a steady heartbeat beneath your ear, the comfort of laughter shared in the dark, the kind of warmth that doesn’t fade when the world gets cold. He doesn’t demand attention or make a spectacle of his love, he just gives it, endlessly, selflessly.

I lived my whole life on the edge of the ocean, among the forests and cliffs of La Push, where the wind carried both salt and memory. I knew the tides, knew the storms, and knew the stories of the town, its legends, its dangers, and its quiet magic. 

I also knew about Sam Uley and Leah Clearwater. I knew the heartbreak that had come from Sam’s imprinting on Emily. Everyone knew about it, at least everyone old enough to understand the laws of the pack. It was whispered in the school, repeated on porches and at bonfires, a story that had left scares on more than one young heart. And it was exactly why I didn’t trust Embry Call. Not completely. 

I had only recently started to understand the supernatural side of Forks. Vampires weren’t just legends… they were real, dangerous, and our enemy. Shape-shifters weren’t just wild animals. They were people, with rules, loyalties, and instincts far beyond human understanding. 

Embry had always been… present. Warm, steady, and careful. He treated me like I mattered, like I was more than a curiosity in this new, scary world I was learning to navigate. But I had grown up hearing the stories, watching the ripples of love and heartbreak that imprinting had left behind. I knew that pack members could be intensely loyal, something in ways that weren’t voluntary. I knew that feelings could be driven by something deeper than choice, something biological. 

I couldn’t help but ask myself, every time Embry smiles or lingers near me: Is this real? Or am I just… the next instinct he can’t resist? My mind wandered back to Leah, Sam, and Emily, to all the heartbreak. And the thought made my stomach knot. 

Embry didn’t pressure me. That was one thing I noticed almost immediately. He waited. He let me speak first. He let me take small steps instead of assuming closeness. I caught myself noticing the little things… How his eyes softened when he watched me work with the younger kids at the community center. The way he made jokes just to see me smile. The way he touched my shoulder briefly when I was upset, and never lingered unless I leaned in. It was disarming, this patience. Dangerous, too, because it made me want to believe him. But the shadow of doubt lingered. 

One afternoon, I was walking along the beach, sketchbook in hand. I tried to focus on the sketches, on the waves, on the gulls circling the shore. The ocean was something I could understand, something predictable. People, especially shape-shifters, were not. I heard footsteps behind me, light and careful. I looked up to see Embry, hands in his pockets, walking slowly toward me. 

“Hey.” He said softly. 

My stomach clenched. “Hey.” 

“You okay?” He asked. He crouched slightly to see my sketches without crowding my space. 

“I’m… fine.” I said, biting my lip. “Just… drawing.” 

He nodded. “You’re good at that.” 

“Thanks.” I tried to keep my tone neutral, but the warmth of his attention made my cheeks flush. 

He hesitated, then said, “Y/N… I know you’ve been… watching the pack stuff. Sam. Leah. Emily. And I know it makes this-” He gestured vaguely between us. “Hard to trust.” 

I swallowed. “Yeah. It does.” 

Emby stayed silent for a moment. Then he said the words that made my chest ache. 

“I’m not Sam. And I’m not going to hurt you like that. I’m… not going anywhere, unless you tell me to.” 

I took a breath that felt like it scaped on the way out. 

“That’s not the problem.” I said quietly. 

Embry frowned, straightening a little, confusion flickering across his face. 

“Then… what is it?” 

For a moment, I almost didn’t answer. The words felt too big, too sharp, like if I said them out loud, they might cut something open that couldn’t be stitched back together. The ocean rushed behind us, steady and indifferent, waves breaking against the shore the same way they always had. I wished I could be that steady. I closed my sketchbook and hugged it to my chest. 

“How do I know,” I asked, my voice barely above the sound of the surf. “That what you feel for me is real?” 

Embry’s brow furrowed deeper. “What do you mean?” 

I finally looked at him then, really looked at him. At the familiar lines of his face, the softness in his eyes that always seemed to appear when he was looking at me. It would’ve been easier if he looked distant. Or annoyed. Or careless. But he never did. 

“How do I know,” I continued, forcing the words out before I could lose my nerve. 

“That you don’t just… feel this way because you imprinted on me?” 

The question hung between us, heavy and fragile all at once. Embry went still, the warmth I’d come to expect from him tempered by a seriousness that made my chest ache. His mouth opened, then closed, as if the right words were struggling to form. 

“Y/N…” He started finally, his voice low, careful. “Listen to me, this isn’t just instinct. It’s not the pack pulling me toward you like some… inevitability. I chose you before it even mattered. I was already drawn to you, already caring about you, before anything happened.” 

I wanted to believe him, wanted to let the tension in my chest ease. But part of me recoiled. 

“Then… how do I know? How do I know that what you feel isn’t just… the wolf taking over? That you didn’t imprint and then convince yourself you… like me?” 

Embry shook his head gently, stepping closer by still giving me room. The air between us felt electric and tense. 

“Y/N, I promise you, I didn’t need the imprint to feel this. I’ve been feeling this since the first day I really noticed you. I’ve been choosing this since the first time I wanted to make you smile, wanted to make you feel safe, wanted to make sure you knew you mattered. That’s me. That’s my heart. Not the wolf. Not instinct. Me.” 

My throat tightened. I wanted to cry, laugh, and scream all at once. I spent months building walls, convincing myself that this was doomed before it even began. And now here he was, patient, steady, and unwavering. 

“I don’t… I don’t know if I can believe that.” I admitted, my voice shaking. 

“I’ve seen imprinting ruin things. I’ve grown up knowing what it can do… what it can take away. And I don’t want to be someone’s… destiny instead of someone they choose.” 

Embry’s eyes softened, his hand brushing against mine. “Then let me show you. I’ll show you every day. I’ll show you what I feel is me. My choice. My heart. Imprint of not, Y/N, I love you. I love you because of who you are, because of the way you care, because of the way you see the world, because of the way you make me want to be better. That’s not instinct. That’s me.” 

I couldn’t find words. The ocean roared behind us, whitecaps breaking along the shore, but it felt muted compared to the storm in my chest. I wanted to run, to push him away, to protect myself from what might happen if I let myself trust him. But I didn’t. I looked at him, really looked, and for the first time, I felt a tiny sliver of clarity. He was being honest. I could see it in his eyes, in the steady set of his jaw, in the careful way he gave me space while still standing here with me. I let my hand move, almost of its own accord, until it brushed against his. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t take over. He just let me choose that connection.

“Okay,” I whispered, still trembling. “Okay… I’ll try. But I need you to remember, if I feel like it’s not real… if I feel like it’s the wolf or the imprint… I can’t… I have to be able to step back.”

He nodded, his hand tightening around mine, careful, reassuring. 

“I know. And I’ll respect that. Always. Imprint or not, Y/N, you are yours. Not the wolf’s. Not fate’s. Yours. And I’ll never take that away.”

For the first time, I believed him, not completely, not yet, but enough. Enough to let the tension in my chest ease, enough to let myself lean just slightly into him, not for protection, but for connection. 

And when you looked over your shoulder, you saw a couple guys looking at you, but turning away quickly when you caught them. It was late, and the street was mostly deserted except for you two and these guys that looked like they couldn't take Embry 3 on 1 in human form.

"Well?" you said, draping both hands over his shoulders, leaning into him more, fully flush against him. "Let's give them something to be really jealous of."

"There's my girl," he whispered, not giving you a chance to answer before pushing his lips against yours, all tongue and teeth and passion, leaving no room for these guys to question who you wanted.

He'd push you back, until you were pressed against the side of the building, making you moan then sigh into him, only encouraging him on, tongue roaming your mouth lazily, before retracting quickly, leaving him room to bite your bottom lip, pulling it back gently. "So good," he praised, "always so good to me."

And as you moaned at words, he'd move to your neck, laying a trail of sloppy kisses up and down the sensitive curve of your body, leaving a gentle hickey right on the base. His hands finding their way around you, holding your side in one and your ass in the other, using the leverage to grab you, picking you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He didn't care who saw, he wanted them to see, wanted everyone to know you were with him, that he would be the one worshipping you tonight.

And he was kissing you again, lips moving together beautifully, each person knowing exactly what the other likes.

"Can we go home?" you'd mumble between kisses, Embry finding it hard to pull away enough to let you talk. But then he would pull away, resting his forehead onto yours, pushing his stiff member against you, against those deadly little shorts.