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The sexploits that Stiles writes about aren’t autobiographical. There’s never been anything overtly salacious about his own sexlife, nothing that was ever going to be screenplayed for a porno, but he still has a very creative imagination to work with. Usually.
Tragically, and frighteningly, his imagination has gone rogue on him. It’s broken, flatlined, missing.
“I have writer’s cock,” he whines at Scott over the phone.
Or the AU where Stiles writes porn to help him through college and Derek becomes his muse.