Sidemen Shots

Erotica ~ Wroetobehz (Explicit)

This is based on the recent MoreSidemen Find The Liar video in which one of the prompts is writing AI erotic fiction about your friend and Ethan deems it immoral because he wouldn't be able to be alone with Harry after. If you've not seen it I recommend - also supplies context for this fic. I'm not even big on writing smut, but it's been a while since I last wrote Wroetobehz.

So this features cringey 'AI smut' that I deeply regret - please forgive me of this atrocity. I had to channel every poor attempt at smut out there on the internet and use every cliché possible. Maybe I should apply for a job as AI, I clearly have the skills for it lol.

* I have never used ChatGPT so obviously my interpretation might be different to how it actually works. In case you can't tell I don't support the use of AI in art (writing included), even fan works.

Kind of crack treated seriously so read at your own risk.

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It started, not as a joke, but as something completely unrelated. It was a total accident.

After a long, tiring day of filming, Ethan gets home rather late in the evening. He can't find it in himself to muster up the motivation for a homecooked, healthy meal, so he sets about ordering a takeout while he fires up the computer in his office. His order placed, he loads up the main channel document, as well as pulls out his planning journal from his top desk drawer. Time to get planning for his upcoming video.

Everything goes smoothly, at first. His food comes on time, is still hot and also delicious; it puts him in a good mood to slave away in to the hours of the night. (They have tomorrow off, fortunately, which will allow him the chance to sleep in and finally recuperate.)

After making multiple bookings for various things required in the video, Ethan switches tabs and loads up ChatGPT. He really can't be arsed to think up the clues and stuff that will be contained inside numerous envelopes, so he plans to just input a few prompts and get AI to write them for him.

He gets through most of them without issue. All is well until he mentions Harry's name in a prompt, the feature glitching as Ethan hits send.

(Realistically, maybe he should have thought ahead - he has a brain for a reason, what good is it if he's not using it to ponder the drawbacks and consequences of his actions. He should have known better than to trust AI with a prompt involving a lewd sexual joke.)

Harry likes it up the bum, he'll admit. There's just something about it... that warm, thick length reaching so deep inside him that-

"What the fuck!"

What did he just read? What did he just do? What is this, why has it created some form of erotic fiction about Harry? All he'd done was imply Harry liked anal a bit too much, so the opposite team should purchase him a dildo at the first chance they get.

(Anyone smarter would give up here: call it a day and head to bed for some much-needed sleep. Anyone, everyone, who didn't have a sick, burning desire buried deep inside them, would have closed the tab and not typed in another prompt.)

Ethan interrupts Harry

(Oh gosh, what is he doing?)