R and S for Hanamiya Makoto, if you can of course! By the way, how have you been Jade? It’s been long since I’ve been too active here

I’m so sorry this took soooooo long to finish! I’m doing pretty good, just got through Christmas by the time I got back to this lol. I hope you’re doing well too!

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Hanamiya, as we know, if very much about control, so he will manipulate the situation until you are the one who can’t wait to have him.
Depending on where you are (home or out) will determine how he behaves.
Out in public

Hanamiya will sit closer to you that normally, leg pressed against yours with his hand rubbing up and down your thigh seemingly absentmindedly.
He’ll push his hand up higher and higher, fingertips grazing the innermost edge of your leg.
When you start squirming, he’ll quirk his eyebrow up as if he’s just noticed where his hand is, lazy smirk spreading across his lips.
“What’s the matter, ______-chan? You seem a little…distracted.”
However you answer will be wrong.

If you admit you’re turned on he’ll shake his head. “So perverse, we’re in public! How could you be thinking those things?”
If you feign ignorance, he’ll lean into your space, breath ghosting your ear. “You think I don’t know what’s going through your mind? You’re a dirty girl and you know it.”

At home

Here, Hanamiya is a little more obvious.
If you’re doing dishes, he’ll press up against your back, hands trailing under your shirt towards your breasts. “Don’t stop cleaning, wench,” he’ll whisper in your ear. Once you’re whimpering for more, he’ll admonish you for taking too long to finish your task. “Better hurry up or you won’t get to come tonight.”
If you’re on the couch, he’ll sit down and pull you into his lap, grinding you down onto his crotch. “You should practice your lap dancing skills, they’re a bit lacking.” He’ll make you shimmy and shake until he’s so hard and you’re so wet he can sink into you with barely any effort at all.

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

Hanamiya is a sadist, so having a safe word is absolutely necessary, especially if you’re having a frustration fueled fuck fest after his team loses. So, if you plan to “console” him in this situation make sure the safe word is clearly understood. Because he hates weakness, Hanamiya’s safe word he uses is “trash”.

Hanamiya grit his teeth, slamming his cock into her over and over. It had been an infuriating game. He hated playing Seirin more than any team and even without the stupid “iron heart” they were still annoyingly noble! He smacked her ass, taking out his frustration with each impact.

Through his anger, lust-filled haze her heard, “Trash! Makato! Trash, trash, trash!”

When he opened his eyes, he was actually startled to see a thin line of blood trailing down her hip where his nails had dug in too far. Grunting, he pulled out, turning her over and thrusting back in. “I’ll stop hitting you, but I’m fucking you till I’m done!” he growled. She nodded, head cast back as he continued, his hands firmly planted on either side of her head.

I love you writing. Can you do murasakibara Atsushi with the letter D? If it’s not too much trouble.

Thank you so much my dear, I’m so, so glad you enjoy it and thank you for telling me! I’m sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you enjoy it!

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

Murasakibara groaned low in his throat, head falling back against the lockers. On his lap sat his girlfriend, skirt flipped up giving him a perfect view of her ass. Well, sat is not the operative word, more like grinding…hard…against his cock which was encased only in thin lycra and cotton. The game had been intense for both of them, especially since Mura finally allowed himself to start enjoying the game. Despite Yosen’s win, the purple haired giant still felt pent up. Maybe there was something to adrenaline building up and without a proper outlet he felt like he was going to burst.

Which was why when she’d jumped into his arms, he’d practically shoved everyone out of the room before landing heavily on the bench and placing her on his lap.

“Come on, _____-chin, I need some release,” he’d begged. He was too impatient for a blowjob, they taking longer thanks to his excessive length and since neither of them had a condom, he’d settled for her dry humping against him.

Halfway through her efforts, he turned her, moving her skirt to reveal what he could, pleased to find she’d opted to wear a thong allowing his hands to grip smooth, lovely flesh.

“Faster,” he growled, massage her breasts with his large hands.

Smacking them away to give herself better leverage, she knelt forward, hands on his knees and rotated her hips at as fast as she could.

“Ugh, ye…yeah…just like that,” he encouraged.

Finally, he felt himself let go, the release he needed washing over him as fast as his seed stained his shorts.

She collapsed, back to his chest, her own heaving but her breath was caught as one hand returned to her breast while the other dipped below her skirt and panty line. One large finger curled into her soaking snatch, his mouth sucking at the skin of her throat. “And you said I couldn’t fuck you,” he teased, curving his wrist to thrust deep into her wanting heat.

Could I request Kagami taking care of his s/o when she’s sick? Like making her food and cuddling

Since I’m sick right now, this is the perfect time to write this as I have plenty of motivation. I did this in head canon form, hope you don’t mind.

Kagami is the type of boyfriend who will all but tie his girlfriend to the bed or couch to make sure she’s getting the rest she needs.
Anything she wants, he’ll get, she just has to ask. He even arranges for her to stay at his place, in his bed with a bell so she can call him if she needs anything.
Though, of course, since she asks for him to snuggle with her most of the day he’s right by her side as it is.
He’ll make a homemade chicken or vegetable soup packed full of healthy ingredients and herbs meant to combat her symptoms.
If she can eat it, he’ll go out and buy either her favorite popsicles or ice cream to help soothe her sore throat.
He’ll pick up all her medication, making sure to go over any prescriptions with the pharmacist so he knows exactly how many doses to give and when.
If she wants to watch movies or TV, he’ll set that up for her.
He’ll even read to her out loud if that is what helps her relax.
He’ll massage her face if she’s super congested to try to help move out all the junk clogging her system
He’s not squeamish at all, so whatever grossness is coming out of her nose, he doesn’t care. He just wants her to get better. Same goes for if she has the stomach flu, he’ll be the one holding her hair back and rubbing her back if she needs to throw up.
If she’s able to eat/drink, he’ll hound her about staying hydrated, keeping track of how many ounces of water she has.
Brews a mean cup of super awesome tea that soothes her throat and calms her cough.
Generally, he’s at her beck and call, will do anything in his power to make her as comfortable as possible and will always take care of her.

Some nsfw for Imayoshi is much overdue! >w< finally got the chance to ask!

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Since gender was not specified for the partner, I wrote female, I hope you don’t mind! Also, I wrote a list of tropes and decided to pull one from there for inspiration. -Admin Jade

How long had they been doing this? Meeting in, not necessarily secret, but keeping mum about their…arrangement. For a while it’d been enough, a release for them both without strings attached. But lately, annoyingly, Imayoshi began noticing his eyes landing on her throughout the day, watching poor fools who had no chance of satisfying her practically throwing themselves before her feet. It made his skin itch and stomach roil with an unpleasant feeling he was steadfastly trying to ignore but could call nothing else but jealousy.

Which is how they ended up where they were, shoved in a storage closet of all places, mouths smashed together, his tongue roaming and twisting around hers. She moaned, the sound sending waves of heat through his body. It shouldn’t be like this, she shouldn’t have this much power over him but Imayoshi knew that somewhere along the line, he’d shifted from thinking of her as a pressure release into something more. But he wasn’t ready to admit defeat, not even to his own heart.

So he focused instead on imparting so much pleasure to her she wouldn’t want anyone else.

“Imayoshi,” she moaned, teeth nipping his earlobe, “what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothin’ darlin’,” he insisted, fingers working deftly at the buttons of her shirt. He whipped it open, exposing a black lace bra. Licking his lips he grinned. “How sweet, you wore my favorite color.”

She rolled her eyes. “I always wear black, you know that.”

He ignored the truth of her words, tongue shooting out to lick the crestline of her bra, the taste of her flesh sweet. “I wanna eat you,” he confessed.

“What’s this?” she crooned as he tugged her skirt to the floor. “The indomitable Imayoshi Shouichi on his knees? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“We’ll see who’s on their knees when I’m done,” he replied, licking the line of her panties. “Hmmmm, seems you’re already wet and eager,” he teased, toying with her clit through the fabric.

“Ugh, if you’re gonna be down there, get to it already,” she snapped, shifting slightly to bring herself closer to his mouth.

“So demanding,” he chided but nevertheless tugged aside the fabric to give a long, broad lick with the flat of his tongue.

Warmth cascaded over her body, fingers trailing through his dark locks. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, head kicking back as he pushed farther forward, his slick muscle prodding deep within her dripping heat.

“You’re making quite the mess of me, sweetie.” Another lick followed by a suck of her outer lip almost had her falling to the ground. “Or maybe I’m making a mess of you?”

Her hips shifted, impatience settling like fiberglass against her nerves. Imayoshi’s hands trailed up the back of her thighs to her ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh, kneading as he worked his tongue deeper. Much as he liked partially clothed sex, of any variety, the panties were now in the way. With little regard to her clothing budget, he ripped them off, burying his face between her legs and effectively cutting off her protests. He lapped at her, taking his time to hit every bit of her pussy. She writhed against the wall, knees growing weaker. “Pl…please, Imayoshi,” she begged, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet relief of orgasm wash over her.

“Getting tired already? Where’s your stamina, ______-chan?”

She shoved him hard, his precarious balance upset leading him to land heavily on his ass. Before he could react, she was pushing him onto his back, straddling his face and covering her mouth with her cunt. “Shut the fuck up and put that mouth to better use, Shouichi,” she hissed, grinding down against him.

He grinned, opening up and shoving his tongue as far as he could into her. She bucked, smearing her running juices on his chin. Imayoshi revelled in the taste of her, the smell, the feel, all of it. His hands ran up the expanse of her stomach to grasp her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples to stiff peaks beneath her bra.

“F…fuck,” she breathed, knees scraping against the hard concrete floor but he was imparting too much pleasure for her to care about the bruises that would undoubtedly be there tomorrow. Finally with one last wiggle of the tip of his tongue against her clit he had her screaming his name, completely forgetting where they were and that people could undoubtedly hear them.

As she collapsed to the floor, breath heaving, Imayoshi considered her from his still prone position. Yes, he would keep these new found feelings to himself a little longer.

“Told you I’d have you on your knees,” he said smuggly.

“Yeah? Well, I had you on your ass, so we’re even.”

Why ruin a good thing?

Work on my other blog, hope you enjoy!

scenario of Akashi’s s/o riding him and he has a love hate for it cuz he wants to dominate but it’s sexy seeing them on top

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Hooded eyes looked up at them, an uncommon flicker of indecision present but they didn’t notice, head thrown back in obvious bliss. Akashi trailed his gaze down their half clothed form to where their bodies connected.

He’d watched himself fuck them before, of course, but that was usually in front of a mirror with him behind controlling the action. There was something decidedly different about watching his cock disappear into them with them on top. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, they’d been kissing heavily and the next he was on his couch, pants around his ankles and buried to the hilt in their heat.

The only thing he was sure of was that it felt good as the moan he’d worked to hold onto slipped out. He wasn’t used to losing even one ounce of control and to do so with them in this position, well, it was a first to say the least.

His fingers twitched against their hips, his grip tightening as the urge to fling them to the floor and fuck them senseless started to take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut, frustration bubbling up, the need to dominate growing stronger.

“Sei,” their voice breathed, throat dry from the rapidity of their breathing and the exertion of their fucking him. His eyes snapped open and back to their face. “I may be on top, but if you’ll notice,” they looked pointedly at their position, “I’m still on my knees.”

They shifted to bring their mouth closer to his, the angle providing, if possible, a deeper penetration that made both of them groan. With part lips they panted against his, “I haven’t forgotten who the emperor is.”

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K, M for Ahomine?

Since these go great together, they’re paired.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

The buzz of your cell phone wakes you, hand dashing to grab it before your bed partner wakes up, however unlikely that may be. Aomine needs at least four alarms and even then he’ll only get up when you literally kick his ass out of bed. Smiling to yourself, you rise, throwing a fluffy robe around your shoulders and slippers on your feet. Padding gently through the apartment, you smile at the soft fall of snow; it’s been a beautiful winter so far.

Entering the kitchen, you turn on the light, humming as you gather ingredients to make breakfast.

Rotating from the fridge, you gasp as your body collides with another, the eggs in your hand a lost cause to the floor. Hand over your chest, you push against his. “You scared the life out of me! Since when do you get up this early without provocation?”

“Who says I wasn’t provoked?” His voice is lower, still holding on to the dredges of sleep but casting your eyes downward brings into view the fact that he’s still fully naked…and raging hard.

“…You woke up like that?” you ask a bit breathless. No matter how many times you’ve been with him, the vision Aomine makes in the flesh is…well…breathtaking.

“Hmmmmhmmmm,” he moans, mouth now against your neck, fingers pulling at the knot of your robe. “And you’re gonna help me out.” With a final tug, he wrenches open the material and the cold of the room makes you shiver, body pressing into his instinctively. You can feel him grin against your skin, surprisingly warm hands trailing up your back to draw you even closer. Lifting you up, he turns but instead of taking you back to bed, he surprises you by shoving off whatever items reside on the breakfast bar and laying you flat against its surface.

You cry out, “Daiki, what on earth-” but further protests are silenced by his head burying itself between your thighs, he tongue prodding deeply into your tight, wet heat.

“It’s like you read my mind baby,” he says, voice muffled by your skin. “I was in the mood for something sweet for breakfast.”

F and O for Aomine please! Hope you’re doing well <3

I’m doing much better, thank you! Sorry these took so long! I lumped them together into one scene, I hope you enjoy it!

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Aomine has always talked a big game…about everything. From basketball to the bedroom, he’s proclaimed his talents but now, in the heat of the moment, he’s wondering if he’s doing it right. Do you like when he touches you? Is he making you uncomfortable with all the noises he makes? He hopes not, because he just can’t help it, this feels so good.

You feel so good and he’s not even in you yet.

He can’t kiss you fast enough, tongue eager to taste every inch so his movements are rapid, hands trailing over soft skin with a fervency born of absolute need.

“Please, let me, I wanna try it,” he asks against your mouth. Blushing, you avert your gaze but nod compliance to his request.

Grinning like he won the lottery, Aomine quickly moves toward the foot of the bed, positioning himself between your thighs. Up until now, he’s only touched you here and that was with your clothes still on. But here you are, spread before him and he’s looking at you like a starving man viewing a feast.

“Daiki.” Your voice is tiny, nerves and a little fear still present.

He looks up, rubbing his rough palm over the flesh of your inner thigh. “It’s ok baby, trust me. I’ll stop whenever you say to, ok?”His voice is gentle, more gentle than you’ve ever heard him speak.

You nod and he leans down again, making himself comfortable. Shifting his head, he opens his mouth, sticks out his tongue and licks you from base to clit.

“Daiki,” you sigh, body both tensing and relaxing. He grins, diving back in, feeling around with his tongue, tasting your essence for the first time. A moan from your lips draws his attention up, his dick firming as he watches you play with your breasts while he pleasures your pussy. He sucks in one side of your lip, finger rubbing the other as he figures out what you like.

Moving up, he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue making you gasp out, “Oh, right there. Please, Daiki, that feels so good.”

He moans into you, lips pursing around your nub which he sucks and teases. Your moans are louder now, breath panting and the tremble of your thighs clues him in to your impending release. Carefully, he inserts one finger and crooks it up; which pushes you over the edge. You shout his name to the ceiling, body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. He draws it out as long as he can, only leaning up to take in breath when he’s sure he’s wrung all he can out of this one.

When he looks up again, your eyes are already on him, a blissful smile on your face.

“So I take it, you liked that?” he asks, smug grin in place.

You nod, heavy eyelids closing as you roll to your side. Aomine sits up, taking a drink of water and wiping his mouth clean then spoons up to your naked backside. Time enough for his turn later, right now, he just wants to hold you.

Can I have L D and B for Aomine?

Per our DM, here’s your choice of the three above. Thank you!

Love (How do they show love physically, verbally, etc.?)

Aomine struggles with words (most often putting his foot in his mouth) so he tends to show love physically more than any other way.

He’s another handsy guy, often shoving his hand in your back pocket (if you’re wearing jeans) or if not just straight up resting his hand on your ass. What can I say, I head canon him as an ass man as much as a boob dude.

His favorite place to kiss you is right below your ear on the hinge of your jaw because it makes you shiver.

Every so often he’ll surprise you with a sweet gift. It could be a single flower, a small piece of jewelry or even a mini stuffed animal, but he does like seeing your eyes light up when he presents you with whatever random tidbit he found that made him think of you.

imagines/reactions for GOM, Kagami, Hyuga, Kiyoshi, Kasamatsu, Takao, Wakamatsu, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Mibuchi, Haizaki seeing their s/o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

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I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!

Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.

Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?

Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.

Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.

Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.

Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.

Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?

Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.

Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?

Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.

Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.

Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.

Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…

Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.

Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.

Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?

imagines/reactions for GOM, Kagami, Hyuga, Kiyoshi, Kasamatsu, Takao, Wakamatsu, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Mibuchi, Haizaki seeing their s/o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!

Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.

Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?

Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.

Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.

Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.

Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.

Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?

Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.

Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?

Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.

Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.

Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.

Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…

Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.

Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.

Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?