A/N: Hello readers! Welcome to this crazy little story called Mattress! This chapter here was completely inspired by a song of the same name. Mattress By: Leland. (which I obviously do not own.) I highly suggest giving it a listen before diving into this. Basically this song is the ultimate 'friend-zone' song XD I seriously listened to it once and basically couldn't stop thinking of who it reminded me of and well... here we are. I do not own the characters within this story, but the story itself is mine. As the name and rating suggest, there is adult content. Seriously, I'm not joking. This whole thing is adult. Suggestive themes, situations and all that jazz. That's all the warning I'm giving.

Side note: This is my birthday gift to you guys! Anyone else have to do that? It was your birthday and yet YOU had to bring a treat for the class? Maybe it's just a small town thing haha. Anyways... Enjoy!

Mattress

Chapter 1 - King

Why do I always do this to myself.

He can't help but think this line over and over again in his mind as he watched his best friend make eyes at a man across the room. Running his hand through his ginger hair in an attempt to distract himself, King could hurl at the display. But that could be the dull throb of the alcohol coating his system talking. Her hand curled around his bicep and he couldn't stop the small uptick of his lips at the touch. She leaned in close, so he would hear her over the pounding music.

"I totally got him," she hummed, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

King closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over him, knowing she wouldn't pull back until he responded. He walked them farther away from the speakers, so they could hear a little better. It was a typical friday night hanging out at her favorite club, Haven. The main difference was it was only the two of them tonight. Not the large group of friends they usually hung out with.

"You always do, Diane." King couldn't resist laying his hand over hers. Hoping to keep her close.

Diane giggled, fingers linking with his own and squeezing them. Her touch was sweet torture. "Have I told you lately what a great wingman you are?"

His amber eyes found the man she was obviously trying to make jealous. The taller blonde with a stupid hairstyle that defied logic, scowled as he met King's gaze. He couldn't stop the smirk he gave the other man. This was familiar game Diane liked to play. Catching some stranger's eye and then using King to make the other guy jealous.

People always wanted what they thought they couldn't have.

And King was no exception.

King broke his stare off with Diane's newest target to study his best friend. Diane looked amazing tonight, like always, in her skin tight orange dress that hugged all her curves in the most delicious way. Hair pulled up into a half top knot, bangs framing her large amethyst eyes. The smallest hint of a smile graced her lips and he returned it.

Feeling rather bold tonight, King pulled his hand from hers to reach up and cup her cheek. She leaned into his hold, eyes closing momentarily. When they opened, those mesmerizing eyes of hers, pinned him for a second. They were muddled. Probably from the alcohol. King wondered if his eyes looked the same. He pushed the thought aside, leaning in closer to his best friend.

The woman he loved.

His lips grazed the side of her cheek on his way to whisper in her ear. He wanted to believe the way she shivered was because of him. Not from the lustful eyes she was probably getting from the stranger over his shoulder. King's free hand settled on her hip. Her hand tightened on his arm. Her breath gliding across his skin.

"Only every time we go out," King finally responded.

He was taking far to much enjoyment in touching her tonight, he knew he was and that he should probably let her go. He'd probably had to much to drink too. His hand cupping her cheek, trailed down her neck, shoulder, and gripped her elbow lightly. Her hand came to rest on his chest, other still firmly holding his arm.

He was usually more responsible then this.

Today had been a day from hell.

Work was horrible. Everything that could go wrong, did. When he went out after work with a few of his buddies to hopefully drink the stupid day away, shit only got worse. They meant well, King was sure they did, but Meliodas, Ban, and even Helbram could be such assholes. His three friends knew his feelings towards Diane, hell, their whole friend group did besides the beautiful brunette herself.

"You need to make a move." Meliodas had told him with as serious as an expression as the blonde could have. "She isn't going to stay single forever ya know?"

"You're lucky that she's only looking for one night stands and not an actual relationship," Helbram had added with a shake of his head. "Seriously, Diane's the whole package. She could have her pick of men."

King had groaned, head slumping against the table. He was already having a bad day, talking about his best friend and his obvious feelings for her were not something he wanted to discuss. No, he just wanted a damn drink with his buddies. But if they really wanted to debate the reasons then, "that's exactly why I haven't done anything. She can have anyone she wants, I've seen her choose night after night. Why in the hell would she want me?"

He had then finished his drink and slammed it on the counter, waving at the passing waitress, singling he wanted another. The blonde slim woman stopped by the table, giving them all a smile and asking if they just wanted another round. To which of course they had said yes. King was the slowest drinker among them, meaning everyone else had already been done for awhile. Perhaps that was how Diane had been brought up. A lack of alcohol for them to shove down their throats made the boys talkative.

"He's got a point," Ban had chimed in, helpful as ever. "Diane gets her pick of the litter. Why would she want the fucking runt?"

King had scowled at the man but didn't really get a chance to talk before Helbram threw an arm around his shoulders. "Because," his long time friend had started.

The two had known each other almost as long as he had known Diane. No one knew his feelings for her better than the green haired man. Except maybe Meliodas. But that had more to do with him dating Elizabeth, Diane's best girl friend than the actual amount of talking the two did. Not to say they weren't good friends, because Meliodas and King definitely were. Just not as close as King and Helbram were. Which was fine because the blonde was way closer with Ban anyways. How, King couldn't understand. Ban was a fucking moron. If the guy wasn't dating his little sister, Elaine, he probably would have murdered the guy because of his sheer idiocy. But he loved his sister, so that option had been taken off the table years ago.

"Sometimes the runt is the best choice!" Helbram had went on to explain. "Sure, he may not be the best looking, most physically built - actually anything physical let's just say he has no chance in," the other two men had snickered, "but he's loyal and smart too! Minus the whole 'I'm gunna let the woman I love sleep with whoever and then pick her up the morning after like nothing ever happened', thing he seems to be doing." Helbram released him when King elbowed him sharply in the side.

"You hit the nail on the head there, Helbram," Meliodas had chuckled with a shake of his head. "Seriously, I don't know how you do it. Help her pick a guy up, let her leave with said guy and then still have to pick her up in the morning. Helbram had the loyal part right, that's for fucking sure. But being smart? I don't about that one." Meliodas had joked good naturedly.

"Bitch is heartless," Ban had spit out, cheeks already a harsh rosy hue from the ale. King had slammed his hands on the table, standing up, ready to defend Diane when Ban held up a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. 'She's not like that'," he had mimicked the words he knew King would say. "I won't say it again, shortstuff. But really. If you look at it from anyone else's point of view. What she does to you… It's sad. You don't deserve that."

The tall white haired man's words had stopped King in his tracks. It wasn't often the guy said anything he would consider even remotely sincere. Yet, Ban's words were just that. King had sat back down, completely dumbfounded.

"I couldn't have said it any better myself buddy," Meliodas had beamed, patting the much taller man on the back. Ban had given their table a crooked grin before going back to his drink. "Now that we got all that outta the way, what's your game plan the next time you go out?"

King had scowled at him. "What do you mean?"

"Making a move, Harlequin! Sheesh, try to keep up with us, would ya?" Helbram nudged his shoulder against his teasingly.

"I'm not going to do anything," King had mumbled over the lip of his drink. These guys were suppose to be helping to make his day better, not worse. He knew they were just trying to help but really, "just drop it guys."

As bad as his mood had been, when King's phone went off with a message from Diane not long after that, asking him to go out, he jumped from the booth at the chance. Literally, he jumped up and left them without another word. It wasn't unusual behavior for him sadly. Meliodas, Ban and Helbram called after him loudly with embarrassing catcalls that he'd really have to hit them for later. Something along the lines of;

"Do it tonight, King!" and "Don't puss out!"

In not so kind words.

Perhaps that was why King was being uncharastically bold with their act. His friends mixture of teasing and honest advice whirling in the back of his subconscious, begging him to do something about the endless cycle he seemed to be caught up in.

Diane hummed, her hand trailing up from his chest to his shoulder. She pressed herself flush against him saying, "you are the best." She pulled back to give him a playful smile.

King smirked at her. "Well that is true." He said just loud enough for her to hear over the music. His hand on her hip slipped to the small of her back, gently nudging her forward. Urging her to press against him again.

To his surprise, she complied. Diane pushed herself to him more fully, breasts squeezed to his chest. King chanced a glance down at the large amount of cleavage she was displaying, committing the feel of her body pressed against his to memory. Her breasts on him was nothing new. Not really. Diane hugged him more often then she hugged her friend, Elizabeth. And that was saying something. The two girls always seemed to be embracing, especially when alcohol was involved.

Diane never even thought twice about whether or not it was appropriate for her to hug one man so much. Probably had something to do with the two of them being friends since they were kids. She had never shied away from the intimacy some of her random hugs would put them in. King couldn't count how often he had ended up with Diane's breasts in his face, against his arms, chest, and back. Hell, they'd even ended up with her succulent mounds against his lower half about a dozen times.

With how often King had felt her body against his, this shouldn't be any different.

But it was.

He'd never had his hands on her like this before. Never really thought much on the guys' words to make a move, this much before. Nor did he ever let himself drink this much when it was just the two of them out before.

His best friend's hand slid up his shoulder to the back of his neck. Her fingers tugged at his hair lightly. "Aren't we cocky tonight?" Diane practically purred, the sound heading straight south.

Normally, such a sound coming from the woman would make his head spin and send him sputtering away from her. This time though, it only made his head spin. That could have been from the alcohol, though. King pulling her even closer could be considered the alcohol's fault too.

"Maybe." He shrugged, his hand on the small of her back searching in vain for the sliver of skin that would be there if she would have worn her normal outfit of short skirt and tank instead of the dress.

Diane liked her clothes tight, especially when it was just the two of them going out. Her choice in clothing often created a dilemma for King. Torn between appreciating her style, that was both seductive and yet still classy in showcasing the confident woman, versus wanting to give her his large oversized button ups he often wore so other men would stop noticing how desirable she was.

She smiled sweetly at him, the kind of smile he'd often seen directed at a target. A smile that promised mischief and maybe just a little something more. King found his mouth drying. Seeing her tricks out of the corner of his eye was one thing. Having her turn her charm on him was something he wasn't prepared for.

"I like it," she said, smile growing wider as her nails trailed down between his shoulders before coming back up to tangle in his hair at the nape of his neck. "Pretty sexy, Harlequin."

The brunette was teasing him. He knew she was. But King couldn't help but respond. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Something passed through Diane's eyes. Something he'd never seen before. King mentally cursed his alcoholic intake, wishing he'd stopped two drinks ago. The shots probably weren't a great idea either. He opened his mouth, ready to apologize. Her finger on his lips stopped him.

"You know something Harlequin?" She asked, eyes dropping to his lips but not removing her finger. "I've never seen you leave with a girl before, but I know you have."

She was right of course. King had followed Diane's example more than a few times. Taking home a girl who seemed just as disinterested in getting to know him as he was in getting to know her. Silent agreements that it was a one night thing. That neither of them would be contacting the other once they went their separate ways. Sometimes the one night thing would turn into late afternoons. The two somehow being on the same page enough to demand more physical release and minimal talking.

Those longer meetings only happened a handful of times. More often than not, the visits were cut short by a certain brunette calling early in the morning and requesting a ride. King always said yes, not wanting to leave her anywhere that she didn't want to be in any longer then she needed to be. He'd kick the other woman out, only sparing them a few words of, "you need to go," before getting dressed himself. Most of them didn't mind.

The nights were he would take a woman home were usually followed with a pang of guilt as Diane would greet him with a bright smile and a thankful hug. Nevermind the fact that he was picking her up from the exact same situation he was putting the women he slept with in.

Her amethyst eyes meet his again. He couldn't decipher the mix of emotions there. That was one thing King prided himself on, being able to read Diane's moods. But her expression wasn't one he'd seen before, not directed at him anyways and he wouldn't let himself get his hopes up.

Wouldn't let himself belief the want that seemed to be pooling in the woman he was wrapped around. His best friend. The woman he loved. He couldn't let himself believe it.

"The guys have mentioned it more then once," Diane continued when he didn't respond. Too lost in his own mind and the feel of her finger against his lips. Which she hadn't removed.

Still, King kept his one hand at the small of her back, the other coming to gently grip her wrist, moving her hand back just enough to speak. "Of course they have," he gruffed out, not surprised but still annoyed at their meddling. He brought their joined hands to rest on his chest.

There was a reason King never pursued a woman until after Diane left. He didn't want her to know how weak he was. That he honestly wasn't that much different from the men she sought out, despite how badly he wanted to be. King was still human. Still a man. And he had needs just like the rest of the men on the planet.

"How come you've never said anything?" Diane frowned lightly at him. "I would have helped you find someone if you would have asked."

King shook his head at her blissfully ignorant question.

Never in a million years would King ask Diane, the woman he loved, to help him pick up a one night stand. No, if he couldn't do it himself, he'd go home alone. It'd been his routine for years, long before he had even made the startling revelation that he was in love with his best friend. He buried the memory way, way down. That was a can of worms he did not want to open tonight.

"Didn't want you to waste your time," he mumbled, not really looking her in the eye. His hand journeyed up her spine, causing her to shiver, before resting once again at the small of her back.

"But you've helped me so much!" Diane immediately protested. King idly wondered how it was possible for the two of them to even be having a conversation right now as the music hummed around them. "I feel bad that I haven't been able to help you… ya know…" An adorable blush spread across her cheeks and King knew it wasn't from the alcohol.

Despite himself, he smirked. Causing Diane to blush was, and probably always would be, a confidence booster for him. "To be fair, I think I manage just fine on my own."

Her blush intensified as she stared at him with wide eyes. She dropped her gaze for a few seconds before meeting his without fear. Another one of her endearing features, her fearlessness. Diane wasn't scared to say what she wanted. Consequences be damned. It was one of her qualities King greatly admired.

And also had to save her from more often than not. Especially when they were younger.

But he didn't mind. They challenged each other. Diane forcing him to take risks he never would have dreamed of. While he taught her to try to think things through more. His lessons weren't sticking to her nearly as well as hers were to him.

"Show me."

King's world halted.

"Uh, what?"

"Show me how you pick up women," Diane clarified without any hesitation. "I'm curious."

He stared at her, mind numb from the alcohol, his processing wasn't as fast as it should have been. "What?! No!" He almost shouted as her words sunk in. There was no way in hell he was going to pick up a girl in front of Diane.

Her bottom lip popped out as she openly pouted. "Please?" She pleaded, fluttering her eyelashes.

King gulped. "Diane," he started calmly, "I am not going to start hitting on other women with you here."

She opened her mouth to protest.

"No, Diane." He stated firmly, squeezing her hand still caught against his chest. There wasn't a lot of things he denied this woman when she asked him, but this was just one thing he couldn't do. "Please don't ask me again."

"Fine," she huffed, wringing her hand out of his with ease.

King never held on when she didn't want him too. But she didn't pull away completely, instead her finger came to rest against her chin as she thought. A spark lite up in her eyes and King fought back a groan. As much as he loved the expression of delight she was now giving him, that little spark never meant anything good for him.

"Use me."

His jaw slacked. She couldn't be suggesting what he thought she was suggesting. He must be drunk. Much more so than he originally thought. "Uh… come again?"

"Use me, Harlequin." A determined expression crossed her features. "Show me how you pick up a girl."

By hitting on me, her unspoken words somehow found their way into his psyche. King swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. The hand he had on the small of her back now felt like it was on fire. He should remove himself from her, regain some clarity. Maybe go get some fresh air even. Anything would be better than what he said next.

"I don't think you'll be able to resist."

He wanted to punch himself in the face.

The expression of pure surprise on Diane's features, however, made the stupid sentence half worth it. The rest of his satisfaction came with her sly little smile. Her flirting smile. "That sounds like a challenge, Harlequin," she wrapped her arms around his neck, shifting herself enticingly against him. Purposefully, he was sure. "Though, if you sound even half as sexy when picking up women as you did just now, it probably isn't much of one, is it?"

He quirked a brow at her, a smile tugging at his lips. "So you think I'm sexy?" He teased, liquid courage and Diane's own suggestion edging him on. He wrapped his arm around her waist fully, making sure there was no space between them.

"I said you sound sexy," she licked her lips, not pushing him away put pulling his face even closer to hers with her hand at the back of his neck. "You do look good tonight, though."

"So do you," he told her confidently. He basked in the way her cheeks darkened for a moment before leaning in. Once again he let his lips brush her cheek on his way to whisper in her ear. This time, she definitely was shivering because of him. He let himself smirk as he quietly said, "you look sexy as hell tonight, Diane. By far the most beautiful woman here."

She made a sound between a gasp and a whimper, if King had to put it to words. It was a positive reaction he was sure. Figuring he was already past the point of no return, he pressed a chaste kiss just underneath her ear. An appreciative hum was his answer as well as the small titling of her head, granting him better access to her.

Unable to help himself, King kissed down her neck, loving the way she kept tilting, more and more. When he reached the junction of her neck and shoulder, he gave her a playful nip. She gasped loudly, fingers tightening in his hair and she… moaned. It was quiet, but it was definitely a moan.

"Harlequin," she breathed and if King wasn't so wrapped up in her he wouldn't have heard her. He pulled back to look at her. Diane's cheeks were flushed, eyelids hooded as she licked her lips, before letting them part slightly.

King bit the inside of his cheek hard, to resist the temptation of kissing her. He was already crossing way too many lines. "Do you want to dance?" He asked her instead.

"God, yes," she said, her breathing a little short. She lead him to the dance floor. Meanwhile King's mind was at war with itself.

What are you doing? His rational mind screamed at him.

Giving Diane what she wanted. His drunken mind reasoned.

By seducing her? How the hell is this going to turn out any other way then bad? Sober him had a point.

By succeeding. His drunken mind ended the argument.

King pinched the bridge of his nose. Whoa King. Arguing with yourself? I definitely didn't need that last shot of tequila. He pushed all logic aside as Diane came to a stop in the middle of the dance floor.

"Well, Harlequin," she started, wrapping herself around him again so she could speak in his ear. It was a lot louder on the dance floor then where they had been talking. "What's next?"

He didn't answer, instead joining one of his hands with hers while the other went to her hip. King took note of the music and began a simple two step, twirling her out and then back in. Diane's eyes were wide, clearly surprised at his odd choice. He couldn't blame her. Most of the bodies around them were shamelessly rubbing against each other and calling it dancing.

A few stopped to watch, giving them a little more room. This allowed King the space needed to spin Diane out in an elaborate display of his own moves. He pulled her in, her back pressed against his chest. He dipped her lower and their small audience clapped.

When King brought Diane back up, her back to his chest, she angled her neck back. He leaned forward, assuming she had something she wanted to say. "That was a blast!" He caught sight of her blinding smile. "Do you do this with the other girls? I wasn't expecting that at all! I totally forgot you could dance like that."

King tried to ignore the annoyance that washed over him. Because Diane reminded him that this wasn't real. The beautiful brunette likely believed the whole thing was still part of an act. The game the two of them were so skilled at playing. It also reminded him that he did in fact do this with the other women as well.

"Yes," he confessed, arms wrapping around her waist tightly. If Diane wanted him to put the moves on her, then he was going to give her what she wanted. Screw the consequences. That was tomorrow King's problem.

The music changed.

Diane began to move her hips against him expertly. She had always been a skilled dancer. Her body easily moved in time with the new beat. King's hands traced her sides, dangerously close to grazing her breasts before settling back down on her hips. She leaned back against him again, one hand holding the back of his neck, the other resting on top of his on her hip.

"This," she emphasised by grinding her ass against him enticingly. King swallowed down a groan, hands gripping her hips a little tighter. Her hand on his neck tugged at his hair. "Was more what I had in mind when you asked me to dance."

King couldn't help but chuckle. "What kinda guy do you take me for?" He asked in mock offense.

"The kind that wants to get laid," Diane teased without missing a bit.

He shook his head at her. "Game's a little different from this side, Di," he used her old nickname.

It was one she had long grown out of. Few people in their circle of friends even knew about it. And how much she hated it. Probably just himself, Elaine, and Helbram. King found she had the most adorable facial expressions when he slipped it into random conversation, like now. Her cheeks flushed and she pouted lightly up at him, but said nothing against it. He was the only one she ever let use the old nickname anymore. Anyone else ended up with a large bruise on their arm.

"While you can get away with this," he emphasised her point earlier by moving her hips against him. A sense of excitement coursed through him as she pushed into him harder then he was guiding her to. "It's not so easy for a guy. We can't normally just get away with grinding on girl unless they initiate it."

"So," Diane turned around in his arms, King's hands never once leaving her body. "How do you get a girl to dance like this with you?"

King hated saying it, but, "the same way I got you too." Her brows furrowed, not understanding. "When I ask them to dance, or they ask me, I dance with them like I did you. I let them make up their own mind on where they wanna go from there." He smirked at her before saying in her ear, "most chose the same option as you."

Her hands fisted in his shirt. "Oh, my, god." The realization hit her and he couldn't help but chuckle. Diane stared at him, seemingly amazed. "Why have I never seen you in action before? I'm so tur- uh," her gaze darted away and she licked her lips, "it has to take you awhile to pick a girl and go through all this." She waved between them.

"Not as long as you may think," he ignored her first question. "Funny enough, most approach me when you leave." And that was the truth. Their act attracted the attention of more than just Diane's target for the night more often than not. What it really boiled down to was whether King was up for it that night. "Depending on the songs, I suppose, not like I time it. Everyone is usually looking to hookup by that time of night, so I can't say it's all me."

"I don't know if I can believe you Harlequin," she bite her lip as she looked at him. King really wanted to release the poor hostage. "If someone did even just half of what you did to me… There's no way a girl would turn you down."

There was something suggestive in her tone, feeding his confidence. "No one has yet."

Diane licked her lips, pressing further into him. "Careful, Harlequin," she ran her hand down in between their bodies, stopping just above his pants. She stared at him with hooded eyes, the amethyst swirling. "I think your head's getting to big."

King gulped, fighting the urge to kiss her, to take her away from here and do something. "Never found that to be a problem."

"I bet not," she hummed, gaze dropping down to her hand, fingers dancing dangerously with his belt. Her eyes met his again. The two stared at each other for what seemed like eternity, but really was probably only a handful of seconds. Diane brought her face closer to his, lips parting as she breathed his name, "Harlequin, I-"

Someone tapped her shoulder.

King immediately scowled as he saw the blonde man Diane had been making eyes at earlier. The man ignored him, favoring the woman King held in his arms. Diane pulled away from King, their bodies no longer tight together, but still close enough for King's hands to rest on her hips.

The stranger leaned in to whisper something in Diane's ear. Her amethyst eyes flickered to King's amber for a second before going back to the stranger's. She nodded her head and the man stepped away. When Diane turned back to face King, the blonde stranger gave him a smug smirk.

King already knew what she was going to say, in a strange show of possessiveness, he pulled her flush against him once again. "Daine." He mumbled in her ear. He gathered up all his courage. "Let me take you home tonight. You don't need him."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You don't need to do that, Harlequin. I know I'm out of the way…" her eyes darted over to the blonde man.

When her eyes met his again, they were hard to read. For the first time, King swore that Diane was uncertain. Before he could say anything, she spoke again.

"You're such a good friend, Harlequin."

He was starting to hate it when she said that.

"I'll call you when I'm up?" Her voice was to hopeful. How could she say that when she just told him he couldn't take her home tonight? How could she doubt for even a moment that he wouldn't come get her? How did she not know that all he wanted was his body on her mattress?

Instead of asking her anything that was on his mind, King responded like he always did.

"Of course, Diane." He hoped his voice wasn't as defeated as he felt. "I'll see you in the morning."

Because he had this routine memorized.

She'd go home with someone else. Tell him he's such a good friend. And that she would call him in the morning. Meaning King would kick out whoever he ended up with tonight so he could go pretend to be her knight in shining armor.

Diane smiled at him, taking a step to go with the other man. She spun back around and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Have fun tonight," she whispered. Then she left without another look back, the blonde jackass she was leaving with giving King another smug smile. But King couldn't be bothered by that. Diane just did something out of routine.

She kissed him.

His mind hardly got a chance to process it before a woman stepped into his line a vision, effectively blocking the path Diane was taking to leave. King put on a smile, pushing all thoughts of Diane aside as he shared a few words with the rather attractive black haired woman.

No way he was going home alone tonight.

A/N: hey, it's me again. Yes I know, two a/n? What am I doing? XD I really just wanted to say that originally this was going to be the end of this idea. But, in typical Luv fashion, there's more. Surprise?! Ya I'm sure it surprises no one. I just couldn't leave it at this! So the chapter total for this fun little story will be 5! Not sure when the next one will come, probably a week or so. If you guys need something sooner, let me know! Also let me know what you thought of this! It was really fun writing a modern AU with all the characters older and more adulty XD

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