When Stiles comes it smells like thunder. It feels like lightning in his veins that makes his blood pump faster and thicker under his sweat slick skin. And then the scent turns sweet like taffy being turned over and over in a candy shop.
And yeah, Derek is a little addicted to getting a fix.
Oh nonnie you must have looked through my AO3 history from last month…
Scent Marking (with some comfort)
Out of Order by moodwriter Words: 3,812 Mature Stiles gets hurt, and Derek gets protective.
I Just Don’t Even Know by planiforidjit Words: 28,323 Explicit “What the actual fuck is that?” Stiles whispers, understanding that he does not want to wake the little thing in Derek’s arms.Derek narrows his eyes at him, his eyebrows do that confused drawing together thing they do often. “A baby, Stiles.”“I know it’s a fucking baby, Derek.“—In which a werewolf baby is left at Derek’s apartment and he and Stiles have so much sexual tension.
The Walls Are Breathing In by secondstar Words: 41,879 Explicit Nothing could go wrong. It was just supposed to be a safe trip to the Nemeton. But this is Beacon Hills and things are rarely that simple. Welcome to the life of Stiles Stilinski. Or, that time that Stiles accidentally became a sorcerer against his will.
There are more out there, but these are my favorites from this category
Ok, so I went more on the “really long fics which feature scentmarking” side of this ask, cause I was having trouble finding exactly what you wanted. They’re all Sterek 😉 Hope you like! -Emmy
(27,067 I Explicit I Complete) *fake/pretend relationship, mates, knotting
In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that’s not what it’s called,
Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an
arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let
Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that
he’s not going to make it out of this weekend alive.
(67,020 I Mature I Complete) *pack dynamics, torture, protective derek
There are new hunters in Beacon Hills, big whoop, no big deal, except
they have shown an extremely sick interest in Stiles. Derek has assigned
the betas to protect him but Stiles is becoming increasingly more
interested in Derek coming over instead.
(109,643 I Mature I WIP) *cap!derek, teacher!stiles, also theo/stiles, werewolves are known, single parent!stiles, mpreg
Derek wasn’t meant to be the Alpha of Beacon Hills,
but, when Laura moves to New York with her husband the Beacon Hills
territory needed a new alpha to take charge. Not only is he busy running
around making sure his territory is safe and doing his job correctly as
Sheriff of the Beacon Hills Supernatural Police Department alongside
Sheriff Stilinski who was the Sheriff of the Beacon Hills Human Police
Department but he also has to keep track of his 3 adopted children.
Erica and Boyd are about to start their junior year of high school so he
doesn’t need to stress over them very much but Isaac? The youngest and
newest member of their small pack? That’s the one he worries about.
Isaac
is a shy little pup and this will be the first year that Isaac won’t be
home schooled. He is about to start 2nd grade and Derek couldn’t do
anything but worry. That is until he caught sight of the 2nd grade
teacher. A face too elegant to be considered handsome and too masculine
to be viewed as pretty but gorgeous nonetheless with sweet honey brown
eyes and a bright smile as his lean figure rested against the door frame
where he waited for the parents to pick up their children. Yeah……
Isaac will be fine…
(121,566 I Explicit I Complete) *trainer!derek, omega!stiles
Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew
that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth
as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times
before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in
the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer
protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands
him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options,
report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega
rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love
with for many years.
(185,114 I Explicit I Complete) *magic!stiles, kidnapping, pack mom!stiles
Two months after the Nogitsune’s defeat, Stiles is having trouble coming
to terms with what he did while under its influence. When Derek’s
birthday rolls around, the pack plan a surprise party for their alpha,
also hoping that the celebration will help raise Stiles’ spirits. During
the festivities, secret looks of longing shared between the two catch
Erica’s attention, and she bands together with Allison and Lydia and
plots to get them to admit their feelings for each other. The plans
quickly go awry, however, when a new antagonist appears in Beacon Hills
with connections to Derek’s past and Stiles finds that the Nogitsune
left him with more than just guilt.
After the disaster that was junior year, Stiles is more than ready to
finish his last year of high school and move on to college. He splits
his time between his studies, taking care of the pack—well and truly
blossoming into his new role as the alpha’s mate—and training his powers
with Deaton. At the same time he learns shocking secrets about his
heritage, strange things start happening around town and to the pack
themselves, and he finds himself in a race to save everyone when a new
evil arrives and threatens to destroy everything he loves.
Hello there!! **Flexes fingers at the opportunity to write scenting for the first time** lets see how this goes shall we?
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When Stiles decided to go to school in Norway, because they don’t charge tuition and he has a great aunt or something there who said he could live with her rent free, Derek didn’t say anything. He had no grounds to say anything because Stiles didn’t know how important he was to Derek. As soon as he was half a world away, however, Stiles started Skyping him weekly, and then daily, and then they just started leaving their cams on whenever their times overlapped nicely until one day Stiles finally asks him on a date.
So they each go to their respective favorite restaurants and set up their webcams and eat a lovely dinner across the table from one another and Derek pays for Stiles over he phone. But Derek is still lonely because he can only hear what the microphone picks up and can only smell his own filet mignon and he really just wants to hear Stiles’ steady heart and smell Stiles smell like both of them together. He can’t though, so he’ll just have to wait until Christmas.
Derek wants to pick Stiles up from the airport, but he doesnt because parents have first privileges when their kids come home from school and he respects that. So he waits and waits and waits on the couch in his loft until he hears the screech of the Jeep in the parking lot and hears rapid, uneven thuds as Stiles takes the stairs two and three at a time, and then he’s standing at the open door where Derek is already standing in wait.
He smells the same, still has that distinct Stiles smell, but so many other foreign smells cover him that Derek’s wolf twists in frustration. Men and women and creatures that Derek doesn’t know have become engrained in Stiles’ skin, replacing Scott and Lydia and, most importantly, him.
“Hi,” Stiles greets breathlessly, pink tinging his cheeks from his exertion and excitement. Heat simmers in his honey-brown eyes and Derek can’t tolerate that Stiles is his but doesn’t smell like his.
He doesn’t answer, simply gliding forward and enveloping Stiles’ narrow waist in his powerful arms. Stiles leans into the embrace, impulsively pressing his lips to Derek’s in their first, long-overdue kiss and Derek wants to linger in it but he can’t because Stiles still smells like all the wrong people. He bites at Stiles’ bottom lip before kissing along his jaw, letting his slightly longer beard scratch Stiles’ pale, mole-dotted cheeks. Stiles doesn’t whine or laugh, seeming to understand what Derek is doing as he tilts his head to the side, letting Derek kiss and bite possessively down his neck.
Derek rumbles contentedly as Stiles takes one of his hands from his waist and places it behind his neck, giving Derek permission to scent him elsewhere. He grips Stiles’ neck tightly in his hand and kneads the muscles, stiffened by studying and travel, with his strong fingers, reveling in their scents beginning to melt together. Stiles’ slips his hands under Derek’s shirt letting his warm hands flatten against his abs and Derek growls into Stiles’ neck, biting a little harder than he means to.
A short, hard breath punches from Stiles throat at the sensation and Derek bites down again, thrilling in the bruise Stiles is letting him leave. The younger man pushes him backwards towards the couch where he tugs off both their shirts before pulling Derek down on top of him. Derek wants to keep nuzzling into his beautiful skin, but Stiles grips his chin and pulls him up until they make eyes contact once again and smiles softly. The change in tone drew Derek from his possessive fervor and a slow smile drew up the corner of his lips.
“Hey.” He said, finally returning Stiles’ greeting before dipping down to press a small, short kiss to his lips.
“Do I smell enough like you now?” Stiles asked laughingly as he ran his hands up and down Derek’s bare back lazily.
Derek huffed, letting his warm breath puff softly against Stiles’ lips. “Almost.” He replies softly, his wolf finally unwinding into the heat of Stiles beneath him.
“Well then,” Stiles proposes brightly, “let’s just cuddle here and watch corny Christmas movies on this TV I see you’ve finally bought until I manage to fall asleep at some sort of normal California hour.”
Derek rolled slightly off his chest until he was tucked tightly between the back of the couch and the warm line of Stiles’ body.
“You sleep on the plane?” Derek asked, suddenly feeling groggy as their scents meshed together.
“Uh-uh.” Stiles answered with a shake of his head. “Too excited.”
Derek rose his eyebrows affectionately. “For what?” He teased.
“Don’t play dumb, asshole.” Stiles nipped at his jaw playfully. “Do I smell enough like you now? Or do I still smell like Norway and strangers?”
Derek sniffed the crook of Stiles’ neck with exaggerated care and wrinkled his nose teasingly. “We’ll work on it.”
Thank you so much, @eeyore9990! You have been so lovely and supportive. I really hope you enjoy your fic!
Scent. Derek/Stiles. Adult.
When Stiles gets home from college, he doesn’t smell like Derek anymore. Derek fixes it.
It’s been a little over two hours since Stiles drove past the Welcome to Beacon Hills sign on his way back home from college. Finals are over, and he’s got the whole summer off before he’ll have to return to Berkley for senior year. The end of school is so close he can taste it, and that’s pretty awesome. It’s going to be a fun summer, since the only thing he’s got planned is working part time at the station and spending the rest of his time with Derek. His first stop when he arrived in town had been to see his dad, exchanging hugs and catching up over a late lunch because Stiles knew he wouldn’t have time to see him again until tomorrow.
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