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Yoga Pilates for Thin Legs

Yoga and Pilates are two popular forms of exercise that can help you to achieve thin legs. Both exercises focus on using your body weight to strengthen and tone your muscles, without adding bulk.

Yoga is a mind-body practice that combines physical postures, breathing exercises, and meditation. Pilates is a low-impact exercise that focuses on core strength and flexibility.

Some of the specific yoga and Pilates exercises that can help you to achieve thin legs include:

Warrior Pose: This pose helps to strengthen your quads, hamstrings, and glutes

Downward Facing Dog: This pose helps to stretch your calves, hamstrings, and hip flexors.

Plank Pose: This pose helps to strengthen your core muscles

Leg Circles: This exercise helps to improve your range of motion in your hips and ankles.

Leg Extensions: This exercise helps to strengthen your quads and hamstrings

Single Leg Circles: This exercise helps to improve your balance and coordination

 You can do these exercises as part of a regular yoga or Pilates routine, or you can do them on their own. If you are new to yoga or Pilates, it is important to start slowly and gradually increase the intensity of your workouts as you get stronger.

It is also important to listen to your body and rest when you need to. If you are feeling pain, stop the exercise and consult with a doctor or certified yoga or Pilates instructor.

In addition to yoga and Pilates, there are other exercises that can help you to achieve thin legs, such as running, biking, and swimming. You can also try to incorporate more strength-training exercises into your routine, such as squats, lunges, and leg presses.

Finally, it is important to eat a healthy diet and drink plenty of water. This will help you to maintain a healthy weight and reduce the amount of fat on your legs.

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[seraphdreams]

JJK MEN AS YOUR PERSONAL TRAINER. | TOJI FUSHIGURO, GOJO SATORU, CHOSO KAMO, SUGURU GETO.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. having private sessions with the men prove to be an experience. what type of trainer are each of them?

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. smut, edging, degradation, praise, dry humping, fellatio, switch!choso, overstimulation, emo boy!choso, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, they are all whores. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 3.1k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! oh em gee ?? headcanon format ? yup! i originally wrote this as a little joke since i started pilates but then my mind wandered and it wasn’t a joke anymore. other than that, ino was supposed to be on the list but he couldn’t make it :( something about being busy .. regardless, comment / reblog if u like ! it would make my day, thank u ♡

TOJI — THE CORRUPT TRAINER.

there must’ve been a clear distinction as to why your trainer only allowed sessions from 9pm up until midnight, but your desperation when it came to relentlessly searching for a personal trainer didn’t leave enough room in your mind to think deeper about the true nature of its shadiness. all you needed was a spotter, and toji’s services claimed to provide just that.

and what happens when you combine height, a monsterous build, superhuman stamina, and a handsome face? well, you get toji fushiguro in all his abhorrent glory.

his chiseled body virtually doubled your frame with biceps the size of your head, shoulders wide enough to emphasize the narrowness of his waist, and veins crawling up his limbs even when the muscles weren’t flexed. a mean looking man with a scar over his mouth like some battered veteran. whatever he got into during the day was truly nothing you’d want to take part in.

inviting him over to your home gym was one thing, but it was looking to be another when his “help” took the form of sensuality; his large hands running along the back of your thighs when he’d seemingly fold you over with your legs on either side of your head for warm-up stretches, or even the occasional groping of your ass when it came down to squats, he was barely doing his job, what you paid a hefty price for, and yet you loved every bit of it.

“c’mon, you can take more of it, cant’cha?” toji’s gruff voice goads, watching the way your tiny cunt struggles with swallowing the head of his wrist-thick, bulbous cock. you were put in the awkward position of doggy, yet another one of his sessions derailed and he deemed this new workout could help you build up some much needed endurance. you were going to need it if you planned on keeping him around.

it surely seems that way when you’re practically running from the pleasure he pistons into you, thick cock kissing your cervix with each skillful, angled thrust of his. large hands were wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place for him — because if there was one thing your personal trainer was strict about, it was form. and your form was beyond perfect.

“‘s just too good.” you mindlessly whined, attempting your hardest to grip onto the thin cushion of the yoga mat beneath you. toji lets out a deep scoff at your vocables, driving his hips against your ass once more, this time a bit sharper with a hint of fervor as its aftertaste. “and you’ve been training with me for how long now?” his question came out in a mocking tone as his lips stretched wide in a crooked smile, that of a statement rather than a query.

“t-two weeks .. fuck.” you respond, mind going hazy from the gaining intensity of his potent movements. the feeling was all too much, it came as no surprise when pleasure began to surge from your spine to coil at your core, building up that high you've been chasing for the past hour, that grumpy ol’ toji continued to rip away from you.

pressing a heavy hand to the small of your back, he arches you forward, groaning at the sight of how swiftly you position yourself for him, your face pushed against the mat.

maybe his training has paid off. . “two weeks and you’re still struggling to take my cock?” he pulled your hips back against his, leaving you defenseless in the ministrations. “guess i need to train this pretty little hole of yours more often.”

with the end of his sentence, he snakes his thick arm around your waist, the pad of his thumb finding your achy, puffy clit, rubbing the nub in tight, harsh circles. if your moans weren’t already loud enough, you were sure the whole town could hear you by now, crying out his name like no tomorrow while your legs trembled with your impending orgasm. “‘m cumming! so hard!” you cry, drooling into the mat as he fucks you through your orgasm.

it wasn’t until soon after that he finally reached his high, sending hot and sticky ropes of cum into your womb. not once had a session with toji ended with him shooting his cum in a more responsible way, with a rubber. it was clear to you since the very first time you allowed his fantasies to come to fruition — toji didn’t believe in condoms.

your body went lax as soon as he pulled out, and he tucked his cock back into his pants, hovering over your sad frame with an amused smirk on his scarred lips.

“good session. i expect $800 wired to my account by the mornin’.”

GOJO — THE ENABLING TRAINER.

when you first showed up to the private room of your local gym in search of your assigned instructor for the night a.k.a “the strongest,” you were expecting some big burly man with a cocky attitude — someone you didn’t particularly get along with. but much to your surprise, instead, he was handsome; fluffy white strands of hair that strayed upwards and a million dollar smile with just the charisma, the charm to back it up.

gojo stood over 6 feet tall, and although he was on the lankier side, there was no denying the lean muscles that peeked through his skintight black top. he smiled, throwing a loose cloth over his broad shoulders.

“you ready to get started?”

your eyes greedily took him in, scanning over the finer details of his gorgeous build. it wasn’t until about thirty seconds of daydreaming about what he’d look like unclothed that you finally gave him a response in the form of a nod and hum.

of course satoru wasn’t an idiot, he could tell from how dazed you were during the first few minutes of instruction that you were focused on something else, not that he minds though, it’s truly an honor that a girl as pretty as you is capable of fawning over him, just as many others do.

after having to shake your thoughts whenever it came to watching him take a large swig from his water, droplets of the liquid streaming down his chin to graze his prominent adam's apple, or the soft appraises he’d coo when you finally got the hang of his workouts, it was the end of yet another vigorous session with him, sweat dripping from your chin down to your chest that was scantily clad in a baby pink sports bra. you held on taut to your water bottle as satoru carried conversation with you.

“you improved so much in just an hour. i’m proud.”

his praises barely reached your ears before you looked at him with adoration glossed over those pretty eyes — there was something about him that you just couldn’t get over, but you knew you needed him badly. you dabbed perspiration from your forehead with a matching pink towel, soft smile forming on your doll-like features.

“thank you,”

he nods his head slightly before starting, “you seemed a bit distracted today, though. something on your mind?” his query pulled you from your gojo-induced hypnosis, causing you to blink away the embarrassment pooling up within you. were you truly that obvious?

“hm? there’s nothing, i’m fine,” your reply came out low and sheepish while your eyes struggled to find anywhere else to settle besides those bright baby blues. he took it upon himself to inch closer to you, studying your features until you gasped softly once your back hit the wall. “nothing?” he asks for confirmation, and you affirm. “nothing.”

“all you gotta do is use your words if you need me.”

gojo’s hands found their way at your thighs, creeping them upwards underneath the thin spandex of your shorts. his touch felt hot against your skin, each brush of his fingertips along the expanse of your inner thigh causing shivers to trickle down your spine while he watched with mirth at your pitiful attempt to keep your whines at bay.

“i think .. i think i need you.”

with that, satoru smirked and lifted your leg up just enough so that it fell over his arm. his lips met yours with a salacious that only the whorest of whores could possess, skilled tongue angling its way inside your mouth to gently clash with yours in the sweetest harmony that had you buckling underneath the frame of his body.

it must’ve been a spur of the moment when you found yourself rutting your hips up in search for satoru’s, a pitchy moan sounded into the kiss when he matches your ministrations, grinding his sweatpant clad and half-hard, leaking length into the seat of your shorts; creating the most delicious sensation as the tip nudged against your clit.

his free hand took purchase at your cheek, his thumb rubbing ever so gently against the heated skin while his movements increased in greediness. your mind’s too hazy to make out anything besides the pleasure and build up of your orgasm — so much so, that it pulled you back to reality as soon as it hit, your sloppy kisses coating gojo’s soft lips in a thin sheen and the seat of your shorts sopping wet from the release of your high.

yet, gojo kept at it until he too came to a falter, cumming an ample amount in his sweats while groaning deep into your mouth. he separated from the kiss for just a split second before he took it upon him to goad,

“we can add 30 more minutes and i’ll give you more than just a taste.”

CHOSO — THE INTIMIDATING TRAINER.

a pierced tongue, some tattoos running along both veined arms, and a deep, monotonous voice were a recipe for your timidness when it came to the kamo, who you’d invited over for your very first home training session. it didn’t help that he was on the quieter side, responding to whatever small talk you’d make with one or two words while his intense eyes would follow every move you’d make as he’d help with your form.

he truly wasn’t a bad guy, or so you thought. even now, during your session with him, his praises were appropriate, he wasn’t too handsy nor did he seem to have any ill intent; being with him felt surprisingly comfortable and refreshing just as the crisp, cold water you two were currently drinking, made fresh from your refrigerator’s tap.

“was it too intense?” he’d asked in regard to the exercises you had just completed. intense was an understatement, you didn’t know how you could move your body in such ways that you did, which wouldn’t have been possible without his expertise. choso set the chilled glass of water down onto your coffee table, feeling coy from sitting on your couch, something he’d never done even with his regulars, and in response, you shook your head at the query, settling yourself by his side.

there was truly no denying how absolutely stunning you were, like some angelic being brought to him from the heavens up above in the form of the sweetest thing he’s ever met. he was afraid that if he blinked too hard, you’d vanish.

the more his eyes focused on your lips when you talked, how you’d massage the sore muscles of your thighs and even let out cute whines because of the fact, the more he found it harder to contain his thoughts, rapidfire in his mind. those perverted thoughts that only some horny teenager could have, not a well off adult like him.

yet, it wasn’t enough to stop him from getting hard in his sweats, a dark grey patch spreading at the crotch, what he’d hoped you’d mistake as spilt water.

“shit,” with that of a husky sigh, he ran his hand over his face, tinges of pink battering the tattooed scar across his nose and cheeks. “i’m sorry.”

oblivious to his situation, you were quick to express your inquiry. “sorry about wh- oh.” the head of his cock practically peeked through the barrier of the hem of his sweats while he made a futile effort to cover himself with one of your pillows once you had realized.

he looked cute like that, embarrassed by something so natural that it even spurred on your arousal, the thought of him getting worked up over you doing virtually nothing. “i-it’s okay.. i can help you if you want.” you offer, moving your position to sit between his thighs.

violet hued eyes widened from your newfound boldness, the clearing of his throat being the only true source of sound he could make in that moment.

“nah, nah. it’s-“ before he could inch out the words, you were drawing featherlight circles at his tip over the fabric, causing his breath to hitch and resolve to falter.

choso wasn’t someone who’d allow himself to be in such a pathetic situation, yet the thought of you carrying out his perfect porn plot fantasy was all he needed for that internal morality to fly straight out the window.

you chuckled at the way he hiked himself up when you finally took him from his bottoms and into your hot, wet mouth. just the sight of his cock disappearing past soft, glossy pink lips has his temperature rising, feeling as though he could pass out.

it’s hazy for him — your hand at the base, the rhythmic bobbing of your head slowly while gradually picking up speed. he never would’ve thought the job he took on for extra cash to fund his college textbooks would end up with someone as gorgeous as you giving him a chance. every pump of your hand around what couldn’t fit into your mouth had him groaning, bucking his hips up as gently as he could without battering the back of your throat.

though, he wouldn’t mind if he did.

staving off a gag, you ultimately increased your pace, determined to get him off while your other hand fondled his plump balls.

from the faint touches alone, he could feel his high approaching, embarrassingly quicker than usual. yet, he couldn’t help it when you started to grow sloppy, a mix of spit and precum dribbling down his shaft.

“w-wait, fuck.. ‘m gonna.”

it took no time for him to shoot his seed into your awaiting throat, his head thrown back against the headrest while he bucked his hips to jettison every last drop. you swallowed all he had to offer before pulling away, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

maybe he wasn’t as intimidating after all.

GETO — THE CHARMING TRAINER.

you were his favorite. you had to be. even in the long line of women waiting to have their own turn with him, you were always a top contender. he had always made time for you, and you alone.

geto’s popularity made perfect sense in your mind. he was tall, handsome with narrow features and dragon tattoos strung along both arms, a man ahead of his time. not to mention, his docile, gentle demeanor. he was charming as all get out and you were beyond aware of your superstar status of being the only one he wanted.

“are we actually going to get some training done or is there something else you want to do?” he straps his fingerless gloves around his palm, tank top tight around his torso, carving out each and every trace of his abs while looking over you, a pleasant smile quirked at his lips.

you felt sheepish under his sharp gaze, a feeling that comes all too natural with expert trainer, suguru geto. “i’m fine with whatever you have in mind, sugu.”

if you didn’t know any better, you’d swore you saw his cheeks dust in the lightest shade of pink at the endearing nickname. you were cute, too fucking cute and perhaps, that was the reason he kept you around.

“i’m thinking we test that stamina ‘nd see if you can hold up riding me?” he hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up just slightly. “no help, all on your own.” in all honesty, you could definitely take up his challenge. how hard could it be to take some dick?

or so you thought.

“fuck, sugu! ‘s too much!”

you wouldn’t want to be caught dead in the miserable state that you were in but it ultimately did seem as though geto’s lessons had gotten you nowhere. the tip of his cock wasn’t even an inch past your cunt while you rested your hands on his broad shoulders, pathetically trying to take what was the easiest part.

he smirked at you, resting his hands behind his head. “i’m not helping, princess. i meant it.”

you continued to try and sink yourself down onto his unreasonably thick cock, a soft crack of a whine tumbling past parted lips when your pussy engulfed another half inch of him. “but-“

“if i have to help you, we’re not finishing until you’re a mess.” he grits, not harsh enough to come off as daunting but stern enough to warn you. yet, the warning fell to deaf ears when you began to whorishly beg pleas of “help me, sugu. help me.”

from that, he let out a low groan, his hands on your waist sinking you all the way down to the base before he gained stability, flattening his feet onto the floor and fucking his cock into your fluttering cunt.

with the way he moves, you were almost positive you had the wind knocked out of you from those first few thrusts alone. soft babbles resonated throughout the room while you clung to his body like it’d comfort you in the hell that was his potent ministrations.

you felt far more sensitive than you ever felt, white hot pleasure coiling within you in no time, your pussy tightening around his shaft in such a suffocating way, geto felt as though he couldn’t breathe either. “s-so tight, princess. i know you wanna cum, cum for me, baby.” he goads through a strained voice, his thumb now working between your folds to find purchase at your clit, rubbing the puffy nub in moderate circles.

“if you do t-that, i might—“

and before you knew it, you were gushing around his pretty cock, face twisted in the prettiest picture of pleasure. the aftershocks of your orgasm were way more intense as you were fucked to overstimulation, a sly grin on his lips.

“told you we weren’t stopping, darling.”

[charcals]

Went from sleeping 18 hours a day to running on 30 mins if I’m lucky

[hoshifighting]

lyla I love what you write!!! I spend most of my nights diving into your tumblr and i never get tired of it!! <33

now im putting my shyness aside but still hiding on anonymous lol to request a yoga/pilates princess reader × seventeen gym lime pls?? how they would take advantage of it 😮‍💨

thank uuu love u

seventeen gym rat line x pilates princess reader

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of toned body, dirty talk, flexibility and strength

seungcheol “fuck, how are you so damn flexible?” seungcheol mutters, watching you bend in ways that make his thighs burn just from looking. pilates isn’t his thing; give him weights any day, but the way you move? he’s obsessed. he loves how you can effortlessly hold a position, legs stretched out, hips open—shit that drives him crazy. every time you strut out of the studio in those tight leggings, he’s already planning how he’s gonna have you later. “c’mere,” he pulls you close, hands sliding down to your hips, his lips brushing against your ear. “gonna bend you just like that, baby, but you’ll be screaming my name this time.” later, when he’s got you pinned beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist, he’s using all that strength to make you tremble. “this what you wanted, huh? my strong arms holding you down while you can’t even think straight?” he’s panting, half from exertion, half from the way you’re squeezing around him.

joshua tries to join you in pilates once, thinking it’s all easy stretches—wrong. the burn in his abs makes him regret every gym session where he skipped core. but watching you? the way your body moves with such grace, he’s a goner. he can’t stop thinking about how it’d feel to have you on top, moving with that same fluidity, every roll of your hips calculated, perfect. “you really have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, pulling you into his lap after your session, his hands sliding up your thighs. “seeing you like that.. it’s fucking hot. now let me show you what it does to me.” he’s not shy about letting you know how you drive him horny, his hands moves to grind your hips on his boner, your legging a thin layer that makes you feel his hard cock.

woozi’s always been focused, disciplined, but pilates tests his patience in a whole new way. “how is this harder than deadlifting twice my body weight?” he grumbles, struggling to hold a boat pose while you casually chat, barely breaking a sweat. afterward, when he’s got you in a deep arch on the bed, your back nearly bending in half as he thrusts into you, he finally understands the appeal. “this… shit, you look so good like this,” he breathes, eyes locked on your body. the way you stretch to take all of him “all that fucking pilates… worth it just to see you like this.” he grips your hips, pulling you even closer, rolling his hips inside you.

mingyu’s the type who thrives on challenges, so when pilates kicks his ass, he’s frustrated. but seeing you in action? it’s like watching a masterpiece. every stretch, every controlled breath, it’s got him all kinds of turned on. especially when you’re wearing those cropped tops that show off your toned body, and your boobs—he’s obsessed. “you’re gonna kill me with those damn leggings,” he groans, pulling you into his arms the moment you step out of the studio, sweaty and glowing. “can’t stop thinking about how those legs would feel wrapped around my head.” so when he finally gets you in bed, he’s eager to try out all the positions you’ve perfected in pilates, his hands roaming your body like he’s trying to memorize every muscle, every curve. “show me what else you can do, princess.”

hoshi “how do you make it look so easy?” hoshi grumbles, trying to hold a plank while you’re effortlessly transitioning into some advanced move. he’s competitive, hates losing, but damn, pilates humbles him. every time he struggles, you flash him that teasing smile, and it’s game over. he’s down bad, not just for how you move, but for the confidence you exude. when you’re in those tight shorts, showing off every line of muscle, he’s barely keeping it together. “you know what i’m thinking, right?” he asks, grabbing you the second you finish your session. “thinking of how good you’d look under me, legs wrapped around my waist, using all that strength to hold on tight. let’s see if you can stay in control when i’m the one making you feel good.” he whispers in your ear, knowing the effect his dirty talk will cause.

chan, when you drag him to pilates, he’s game—until he realizes just how much core strength it actually takes. but damn, does he love watching you. the way you move, the control you have over your body, it’s enough to drive him crazy. and when you’re wearing those tiny shorts, showing off your toned legs? he’s struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. “how do you make everything look so fucking hot?” he mutters, following you into the locker room after your session, his hands already sliding up your thighs. “you have no idea how hard it is to focus when you’re looking like that.” later, when you’re tangled up in his sheets, he’s determined to see if all that pilates training has paid off, “let’s see how flexible you really are.” he mumbles to himself.

wonwoo can’t deny the way his pulse races when he watches you in pilates, all hot and firm. he’d never admit it, but the thought of you being able to move so fluidly, so powerfully, has him imagining all kinds of things. especially when you’re in those high-waisted leggings, the fabric hugging your curves in a way that leaves little to the imagination. “you know, you could teach me some moves,” he says, trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out rougher than he intended. “like how you can stay so damn composed even when you’re about to fall apart.” when you’re in bed, he can’t help but test that theory, his hands guiding you into a position that leaves you breathless. “let’s see how long you can hold this one, babe.”

[evillemons]

NAMJOON’S IDEAL TYPE (RM pt. 1)

~ a manifestation of his ideal girlfriend. Continuation into part 2 and part 3. Masterlist here.

Key words: kind, warm, intelligent, independent, extroverted, chic, passionate, career-oriented.

Her personality:

• Unlike Jungkook and Yoongi who I would see being more open minded when it comes to their relationships, Namjoon would be quite specific with whom he chooses to date.

• A lot of depictions of Namjoon’s girlfriend type her as cold and intimidating, but I mostly disagree. He once said his celebrity crush is Blake Lively, so I see him drawn to someone warm, kindhearted, and friendly, but also self-assured and practical.

• MBTI: ESFJ or ENFJ. A natural leader who is empathetic and compassionate.

• She would be incredibly intelligent, both from an academic and philosophical standpoint. Highly educated with a Master’s or Doctorate degree (he has repeatedly stated that a “sexy mind” is important to him).

• Well-spoken and eloquent. Independent and confident as hell.

• She could have a variety of careers; it could be prestigious such as a doctor or lawyer, but she could also do something more “subtly” influential like health policy or international affairs (or maybe even a highly successful book editor?). I could also see him with another celebrity musician/actor.

• Career-oriented, ambitious, and a hard worker. She would hold a lot of value in her job and have a deep passion for it.

• Naturally kind and humble; qualities they share due to experiences of hardships.

• While not nearly as much as him, she would make a decent amount of money. This would make her independent and self-sufficient.

• She would be quite skilled at whatever she does, including her hobbies and work, due to her high work ethic.

• While kind and good with people, she would not be shy or a pushover. She wouldn’t hesitate to call people out on their bad behavior or stand up for what she believes in.

• Not unlike Namjoon, she wouldn’t want to play games in a relationship. She would be direct and have an all-or-nothing mentality.

• Her hobbies might include creative outlets such as fashion, painting, baking, or visiting museums. I think Namjoon would really enjoy someone who has an appreciation for art in some form.

• She might come off as highly flirtatious due to her friendly nature, but would not get satisfaction out of superficial relationships, nor would she like shallow people.

• High emotional intelligence.

• She might be a little impatient, which is well balanced by Namjoon’s calmness and patience.

• Values respect, equality, and kindness (aka gentleman King Kim Namjoon).

• She wouldn’t be intimidated by his fame. She would see him fully as Kim Namjoon the human rather than a celebrity.

Her looks and sexuality:

• While I don’t see Namjoon as superficial, he would undoubtedly be attracted to someone feminine and “pretty”.

• Very likely to be American (but any Race/Ethnicity). While this is obviously not exclusive, he seems to be very drawn to the American career-woman type. It would be nice if she also spoke Korean, but his English fluency would make it easy for them to communicate regardless.

• She would always be well put together and have a strong understanding of fashion.

• Classic, chic style. She could prefer to wear neutrals and lots of black, but I could also see her loving pops of color and gemstone jewelry.

• Red lipstick. Probably smells nice.

• She might wear glasses at home or when she is working.

• Effortlessly sexy. We all know he is a sucker for a sexy woman.

• Somewhat modest, though. She is thin, but naturally sexy due to slight curves and flirtatious nature.

• I do see him preferring someone very well-kempt. She might do pilates or yoga and be subtly toned. She would also have excellent hygiene.

• Long ass legs to match his own. Average to tall height without surpassing him (5’5-5’9 or 165-175 cm). She would love to wear heels nonetheless.

• She might be the same age as him or older; he would unlikely date someone too much younger unless they are as mature and wise as he is. I think he would find dating someone older than him to be super hot.

• She would either be straight or bisexual with a preference for men (I would like to think he would have no issue with this generally, although he might oversexualize it at first).

• Probably gets hit on a lot a quite attractive woman. Although friendly, she would not indulge men she is not interested in.

• Might have a few fine line tattoos on her arms or back that are unique and personal.

• Maybe some extra ear piercings too, but nothing extreme or out of the ordinary.

• She is an overall attractive, well-put together woman. Her confidence and intelligence may seem intimidating, but her warm and friendly aura acts as a people magnet.

• HOWEVER, Joonie is such a kind and open-minded soul that if he met someone he liked and was compatible with, I think all demographics, looks, etc. would be out the window.

• While he comes off as a little woman-crazy, at the end of the day he just wants a deep and meaningful connection with someone.

[marsplastic13]

'Complicated' (part 8) - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names) Genre: modern AU, slow burn word count: 7k notes: can't wait to hear what you have to sayy

@millercontracting @coldmermaidhologram @syd649 @luffysprincess

For days, Kaz was insufferable, and no one could figure out why. Even Inej was perplexed by his sudden mood swings and outbursts. Kaz's frustration boiled over one evening when he got into a fight with Inej, something that never happened before. She was bewildered and hurt, unable to understand what had changed in him.

Kaz's obsession with y/n's Instagram stories didn't help. He watched every update with a mixture of longing and jealousy—expensive dinners, shopping sprees, gym sessions, and nights out with her friends, but never at his club. The final straw came when she posted a picture of her legs in a car, a man's hand resting on her thigh. Kaz knew it was meant for him, a message that stung deeply. Enraged, he threw his phone against the wall, startling Inej.

Inej, for her part, was annoyed because Kaz was dragging her to a business dinner with his boss, who had insisted for everyone to bring a plus one. Even Jesper had managed to secure a date, and Kaz didn't want to go alone. The dinner was to celebrate a deal he had closed, though his boss was taking all the credit, adding to Kaz's irritation.

They arrived at the restaurant, seemingly the last to do so. After some obligatory small talk, Kaz, his patience wearing thin, asked in his usual harsh tone, “Are we waiting for someone?”

“Didn't I tell you, Brekker?” his boss said, circling Kaz's shoulders with his arm. “I invited my new flame.” He leaned in conspiratorially, “A wild twenty-something. Don’t even ask me how I convinced her to go out with me.” He laughed, and the other men joined in. “She’s a pilates instructor, if you know what I mean. Oh, there she is.”

Kaz didn’t need to turn around or look at Jesper’s face to know who had just entered. He sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. How was this even possible?

“Hi, baby,” he heard the familiar voice behind him, and for a moment he frowned, hearing the nickname, before turning to see y/n talking to his boss, a man at least fifty years old. She cupped his face and kissed him. “Sorry I'm late. I had to stop someone in the middle of the street to help me zip up my dress,” she said, laughing. Kaz had no doubt it was true.

They locked eyes for an instant before her new boyfriend started parading her around, introducing her to everyone. When they reached Kaz and Inej, he saw Jesper's smug grin, dying to see how they would handle this.

“Inej, we met at that chocolate tasting thing. Still a huge fan,” y/n said, kissing both of Inej's cheeks.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Inej remembered with a warm smile.

“Do you know each other?” Kaz's boss asked.

“Of course, love. Inej is TikTok famous, and I spend too much time at the Crow Club. Of course, we know each other.” The man turned towards the others. “See? I don’t understand a word she says! Tik, what? Isn't she a beauty?” He patted y/n’s ass.

“You're handsy tonight,” she commented with a laugh.

“So, you're a pilates instructor,” Jesper chimed in, and Kaz already knew he wasn't going to like whatever came next. “Must be heavy. How was work?”

“You have no idea. I had a double shift today,” y/n replied, her challenging eyes not leaving Jesper’s.

Jesper leaned back, a smirk on his lips. “Double shift, huh? Must be tough, keeping everyone’s bodies in shape.”

“Oh, it’s a workout, for sure,” y/n shot back, her smile saccharine. “But then again, some of us are just naturally flexible. Unlike others who are just naturally... bent.”

Jesper chuckled, feigning a wounded look. “Bent, you say? That’s rich, coming from someone who has to stretch the truth just to keep things interesting.”

“Stretching the truth?” y/n’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “I guess you’d know all about that.”

Kaz could feel the tension ratcheting up with each exchange, and he knew he had to intervene before it got out of hand. “Alright, enough,” he muttered, but neither Jesper nor y/n seemed inclined to listen.

“Oh, come on, Kaz,” Jesper said with a grin. “We’re just having a little fun. Right, y/n?”

“Absolutely,” y/n replied, her voice like honey laced with poison. “Fun is what it’s all about. Although, some people might confuse it with a desperate attempt to stay relevant.”

Jesper’s eyes flashed, his smile fading. “Relevance isn’t something I need to worry about. Unlike some who cling to their... clientele for attention.”

y/n leaned forward, her expression deadly calm. “Better to have a clientele that appreciates my talents than to rely on cheap tricks to get noticed.”

Kaz felt his patience slipping away. “Seriously, can we just focus on dinner?”

“Oh, we’re focused,” y/n said, her gaze flicking to Kaz. “Just making sure we all understand each other.”

Jesper snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, we understand. Just remember, flexibility only gets you so far. Eventually, you have to stand for something.”

y/n’s smile turned icy. “And some of us are just fine standing on our own, without the need for constant validation.”

Before Jesper could respond, Kaz stepped in, his voice firm. “Enough. Let’s drop it.”

“I didn't know you knew each other so well,” said nervously Inej, glancing between the three with a confused look, but no one bothered to reply to her.

They settled at the table. The boss sat at the head, of course, with Kaz to his right and y/n to his left, directly across from Kaz. He looked disgusted as the older man kept trying to hand-feed her, and she couldn't stop laughing.

“Baby, I'm vegan, you know that,” she giggled, shoving his hand away.

“I have no idea what you're saying,” the man insisted, trying to put an oyster in her mouth. y/n leaned back, dodging the oyster with a graceful twist, her laughter tinkling like a bell. Kaz clenched his jaw, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene.

After a few courses, y/n excused herself. “This is weird, right?” Inej whispered in Kaz’s ear.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his mind racing. If Inej found it unsettling, she had no idea how strange it was for him.

Unable to control himself, Kaz faked a phone call and followed y/n to the restroom. He heard the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. After checking that the other stalls were empty, Kaz locked the door behind him. “y/n, it's me.”

“Are you here to hold my hair?” she replied between heaves, her voice shaky and weak.

Kaz waited, leaning back against the sinks, his mind racing with anxiety. After what felt like an eternity, she emerged, her face pale as she washed her hands and mouth. “What do you want?” she asked, her annoyance barely masking the exhaustion in her voice.

“Are you okay?” Kaz asked, his voice softer, more vulnerable than he intended.

“Why do you care?” she shot back, turning to dry her hands.

“You looked sick out there. I couldn’t just ignore it,” Kaz said, his worry deepening with every passing second.

“He kept trying to put dead animals in my mouth,” she said, proceeding to reapply her lipstick. “I had no idea he was your boss. You never talk about details of your job, and I don’t really listen to him.”

"Why are you dating him?" Kaz's voice was sharp, edged with an intensity that mirrored the turmoil in his mind. He stood firm, his eyes searching y/n's face for some semblance of understanding.

"I know you're not familiar with the concept, but I'm doing it because it's fun," y/n replied, her tone laced with defiance as she finally turned to face him directly.

Kaz clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Are you sleeping with him?"

"It's none of your business. Why do you care?" y/n shot back, her gaze piercing through him, challenging him to justify his concern.

A pang of something he couldn't quite name surged within Kaz. He couldn't believe that just a week ago, y/n was one of the people he felt closest to. They had shared intimate moments—shared a bed, watched shows together, kissed. Hell, he had probably kissed y/n more than his own girlfriend.

“I care because this is awkward.” Kaz admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

“It is for me too,” she said, stepping closer, “But I mean, it’s not like I married him. Even if he asked me.” Her smile became dangerous, “he asks me everytime that we are in bed.”

Kaz felt a surge of anger rise within him, his jaw tightening as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. The thought of her with his boss, a man old enough to be her father, made his blood boil. 

She stepped even closer, her frustration boiling over. "Why are you so mad, Kaz? Why does it matter to you so much if he proposes to me?"

“I just... I can't stand the thought of you marrying him."

"Why?" y/n pressed, her voice rising with intensity. "Why does it bother you?"

"Because," Kaz began, his voice strained, "because it's him. Because he's not right for you. Because... because you're better than that."

y/n sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. "That’s the thing that you don’t want to accept, I’m not better than this. Maybe I’ll say yes just to let him plan a wedding and leave him at the altar."

Kaz's jaw tightened, his frustration boiling over. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" she challenged, crossing her arms. "You have this idealized version of me in your head, but the truth is, I'm not the person you think I am."

Kaz took a step forward, his eyes pleading. "I know you, y/n. I know you're better than this. You don't have to do this to prove anything."

y/n's expression softened for a moment before hardening again. "You think you know me, but you don't. You see what you want to see. The truth is, I like chaos. I thrive in it. And maybe, just maybe, I enjoy watching you squirm."

Kaz felt a wave of anger and sadness crash over him. "Is that what this is about? Hurting me?"

"Maybe," she admitted, her voice cold. "Or maybe it's about me taking control of my life in the only way I know how. You have Inej. You have your stable, predictable life. This is mine."

Kaz shook his head, his frustration mounting. "You don't have to destroy yourself to take control. You deserve better."

"And who decides what I deserve?" y/n shot back. "You? You can't even decide what you want."

Kaz opened his mouth to argue, but the words wouldn't come. He knew she was right. He was torn between what he had with Inej and what he felt for y/n. "I just don't want to see you hurt," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh baby, it takes a lot more than a lovesick idiot decades older than me to hurt me,” she laughed, the sound harsh and unfeeling. “Look, you have your thing with your girlfriend. You two are like high school sweethearts or something. You're going to stay together forever and fuck only in missionary to stare into each other’s souls, repeating how much you love each other.”

Kaz flinched at her words, the biting tone cutting deep. He wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but he couldn't find the words.

y/n paused, her eyes locking onto his with a dangerous glint. “I like it when things get ugly, Kaz. Accept it. Also, your girlfriend is right there, go be jealous of her! Don’t you have any shame left, Kaz?”

Kaz shook his head, a mix of anger and desperation flooding his chest, “Lower your voice.”. 

The girl didn’t miss how he tensed at the mention of his girlfriend, "How are things with Inej?"

Kaz blinked, caught off guard by y/n's directness. He shifted uncomfortably, the weight of her question pressing down on him like a lead blanket. "Static," he finally answered, the word tasting bitter on his tongue as he met her intense gaze.

y/n raised an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Static," she repeated, as if she could sense the underlying tension in his voice.

Kaz sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, static," he elaborated, his frustration seeping through. "We're... drifting. It's like we're stuck in this loop, going through the motions without really connecting."

y/n nodded slowly, her eyes searching his face for more than just words. "That doesn't sound good," she observed quietly, her voice edged with sympathy.

"It's not," Kaz admitted, his tone raw with honesty. "I thought I could handle it, you know? Keep things steady, maintain control. But..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the turmoil brewing inside him.

"But it's not what you want," y/n finished for him, her voice gentle yet probing.

Kaz hesitated, grappling with his own conflicting emotions. "I don't know what I want anymore," he confessed quietly, more to himself than to her.

She hummed, “Can I go? I don't want to stay around you.”

Kaz chuckled harshly, not moving from the door. “We could have been friends, Kaz. Why did you do it?” Her eyes filled with sadness and anger. He let her go, unable to voice his thoughts.

As she left, he stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. Then, he grabbed her by her arm, “Break up with him. I don't want to lose you," he said quietly.

"You never really had me," y/n replied, her voice gentle but firm, going back to the table.

The dinner went painfully slow. Kaz saw an incoming text and grabbed his phone hopefully, but it was a message from Inej.

‘Can we invite her with us later? I can’t stand the thought of her going away with him.’

Why did she always have to be so kind and worried about other people? Why did she have to put him in that position?

‘No,’ he texted back.

‘Come on, it’s painful to watch.’

In reality, they looked really good together. y/n could play ‘faithful girlfriend’ really well. His boss was whispering in her ear, tracing patterns on her arm, and she looked sincerely amused. Maybe they really felt something for each other.

‘Looks like they’re having fun.’

He heard Inej sigh. ‘I’m asking her.’

“y/n, do you have plans for later?” asked Inej with her motherly voice.

“I don’t know, do we have plans, baby?” y/n asked, turning towards her boyfriend.

“I guess you could come with me, bring me luck in a few rounds of cards,” he said, eating her with his eyes.

“Why don’t you come with us?” asked Inej, full of enthusiasm. “I’m sure Kaz and Jesper have to go to the Crow Club. We could keep each other company.”

Jesper’s wide eyes fixed on Kaz, who pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was this happening?

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude,” y/n laughed nervously.

“Nonsense, I’ll be bored out of my mind. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Kaz saw y/n completely caged. “Why don’t you come dancing with us, love?” she tried desperately, looking at her boyfriend.

He laughed, “I’m too old for this, but go and have fun, alright?”

y/n made a tight smile. “I guess I will.”

Kaz’s heart twisted as he watched the interaction unfold. y/n’s eyes flicked to his, a flash of something unreadable passing between them. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions—anger, protectiveness, jealousy. His mind raced with thoughts he couldn’t quite articulate.

“Great!” Inej said brightly, oblivious to the undercurrents. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Kaz forced a smile, his mind still reeling. As they all stood to leave, his boss leaned in to kiss y/n on the cheek, murmuring something that made her laugh, though her eyes didn’t quite match the sound.

Of course, Jesper invented an excuse about why y/n couldn’t go with him and his date, so she followed Kaz and Inej to his car.

As they left the parking lot, Kaz and y/n noticed at the same time that her phone connected automatically to his car system, and they shot a panicked look at each other in the rearview mirror. 

“Oh saints, is there a fire?” y/n shouted to distract Inej, who was seated beside Kaz. 

“Where?” Inej was looking outside, trying to find the source of the commotion.

“Oh, nothing, must have been something else,” y/n mumbled, while Kaz quickly disconnected her phone.

Kaz had never felt shittier than at that moment. Inej didn’t deserve any of this. The guilt gnawed at him as they drove in silence.

They settled at their usual table in the Crow Club, an awkward silence hanging over them despite the loud music. Kaz could feel the tension mounting, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts about Inej, y/n, and the tangled web he had woven.

A waiter approached, and y/n immediately assaulted him with her order. “How much vodka are you legally allowed to pour in my glass?” she asked with narrowed eyes. The man looked puzzled and made an approximate sign with his fingers. 

“Great, I’ll take three,” she smiled. The waiter hesitated, “Do you want something with it?”

“Oh yeah, uhm, those little funny umbrellas you put on fancy drinks,” y/n nodded, avoiding the weirded-out looks from the others at the table.

Kaz sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Make them six. Without umbrellas for me.” Inej shot him a side-eyed glare while the others proceeded to make their orders.

Jesper broke the silence, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So, y/n, why don’t we talk a bit about your boyfriend? That was a surprise.”

“Don’t tell me,” she said with a tight smile, her fingers tapping nervously on the table.

Kaz glared at Jesper, his frustration mounting. There was  no reason to make the night even more weird, he thought.

“How long have you been dating him?” Jesper insisted, ignoring Kaz’s glare.

“Don’t know, three weeks, a month.”

“The age difference doesn’t bother you?” asked a concerned Inej.

Y/n shrugged, “No, it should?”

“Sorry, I’m not judging you,” said Inej warmly.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you are,” commented y/n under her breath, finishing her first glass in one go.

Kaz tried to steer the conversation away from y/n, but Inej persisted. “I didn’t mean to offend you, really.”

“Mh, are we sure of this?” y/n said with a nervous giggle, studying her nails, the nails Kaz had chosen for her.

“Do you like them?” y/n stuck her hand in front of Inej.

“Oh, ehm, yeah, not my style, but they look nice.”

y/n hummed, locking eyes with Kaz for a second. Kaz quickly emptied all three of his glasses, his thoughts becoming more blurred. He could sense things going sour pretty fast. Jesper couldn’t stop making allusions to y/n’s job, Inej was still trying to repair what she had said about her boyfriend, and Jesper’s date looked too confused to intervene.

“I really like your dress,” y/n blurted out towards Inej at a certain point. “Did you choose it for her?” she said, turning to Kaz. “I bet he’s really good at picking outfits.”

Kaz rolled his eyes, and Inej frowned. “I don’t think he ever chose an outfit for me,” she said, puzzled.

“I heard you’re vegan,” Inej tried again, wanting desperately to befriend y/n.

“I am,” she confirmed without adding anything.

“You know, the other day I found vegan ice cream in Kaz’s fridge, and it’s weird because he always says that vegan stuff must taste horrible,” laughed Inej

y/n snorted, “Does he? I bet he even thinks that smoking is bad for you.” she retorted, leaving Inej confused.

Jesper shot Kaz an exasperated glare and asked him to step outside for a moment. “Vegan ice cream? Was she at your place again?”

Kaz sighed, feeling too tipsy to elaborate good lies. “Her AC was broken.”

Jesper’s face reddened with anger. “Oh, so now every excuse is good enough for you to hook up with her in the same bed you share with your girlfriend?”

“Nothing happened, Jesper. We just slept in the same bed.”

“Do you hear yourself?” Jesper's voice rose, frustration evident. “You’re crossing lines, Kaz. This isn’t just about Inej anymore. You’re messing with everyone’s feelings, including your own.”

Kaz rubbed his temples, the alcohol making everything blurrier. “What do you want me to say, Jes? I’m not going to see her anymore, so just save it.”

Jesper tilted his head, scrutinizing Kaz. “Did something happen between you two?”

Kaz hesitated, his mind swirling with confusion and guilt. “Nothing… physical,” he finally said, but the words felt hollow.

Jesper’s eyes narrowed. “But you feel something for her?”

Kaz nodded, defeated. 

“Does she—?” Jesper's voice softened slightly, but his anger was still palpable.

“She does, but it’s…” Kaz struggled to find the right words. “I love Inej. I’ll forget whatever this is, don’t worry.”

Jesper shook his head, clearly not satisfied. “Kaz, you can’t just ‘forget’ feelings. And what about y/n? She’s not just some random girl; she’s got feelings too. You’re stringing her along while trying to stay loyal to Inej. It’s not fair to any of you.”

Kaz looked away, feeling the weight of Jesper’s words. “I know, Jes. I know I’ve messed up. But I’m trying to fix it.”

Jesper’s anger flared again. “Trying to fix it? By ignoring it? That’s not fixing anything. You need to face this head-on, talk to them both, and figure out what you really want.”

Kaz clenched his fists, frustration boiling over. “It’s not that simple, Jesper. You don’t understand.”

Jesper stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. “No, Kaz, I do understand. I understand that you’re scared of making a choice because you don’t want to lose either of them. But if you keep this up, you’re going to lose them both. And you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.”

Kaz’s eyes burned. “I can’t lose Inej,” he whispered.

Jesper softened slightly, seeing the pain in his friend’s eyes. “Then don’t.”

Kaz kicked a rock, the anger and frustration boiling over. “I went to her house while Inej was sleeping in my fucking bed,” he confessed, his voice thick with regret. “I made a fool of myself and she rejected me. There’s not much more to do or to say. She’s right, Inej is the person for me.”

Jesper took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. “I never questioned what there is between you and Inej, Kaz, but are you sure it’s still there?”

Kaz clenched his fists, the weight of Jesper’s question pressing down on him. “It has to be. I did all this mess for her, it has to work, we have to work” he insisted, though his voice wavered.

Jesper shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. “Just because you’ve done everything for her doesn’t mean it’s right anymore. People change, feelings change. You can’t force something that’s not there.”

Kaz looked away. “Inej means everything to me.”

“But is that enough?” Jesper pressed. “If you’re still drawn to y/n, if you’re feeling things you shouldn’t be feeling, then something isn’t right. Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

Kaz’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He knew Jesper was right, but he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. “Y/n made it very clear that she doesn’t want anything from me,” he said, his voice tinged with frustration and sorrow.

Jesper shook his head, his expression serious. “It’s not fair to use Inej as a rebound, Kaz. She deserves better than that.”

Kaz’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and guilt. “Do you think I don’t feel bad about it? It’s consuming me,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “Every day, it’s like I’m being torn apart. Inej means everything to me, but there’s something about Y/n that I can’t shake off.”

Jesper’s eyes softened, but his stance remained firm. He listened attentively, sensing there was more Kaz needed to get off his chest.

“She’s funny, Jes, she’s so fucking funny,” Kaz sighed, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he recalled their time together. “And unpredictable. We spent an entire night awake smoking weed, binge-watching House, then out of fucking nowhere she starts cooking, and we ate at three a.m. half-naked with her roommates,” he paused, the frustration evident in his voice, “and I had fun.”

Jesper’s brows furrowed, absorbing Kaz’s words. “Kaz, you need to be honest with yourself. Are you really happy with Inej, or are you just clinging to what you think you should feel?”

Kaz looked down, the weight of Jesper’s words hitting him hard. “I love Inej,” he said quietly, as if trying to convince himself more than anyone else.  “Without her, I don’t know who I am.”

Jesper let out a long breath, clearly torn. "You owe it to both of them, and to yourself, to figure this out. Hiding from it won’t make it go away.”

Kaz’s mind raced, grappling with the conflicting emotions. “Inej deserves better than this,” he muttered, his voice filled with self-loathing.

Jesper placed a hand on Kaz’s shoulder, his grip firm. “Then don’t lie to her. Be honest.”

Kaz shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t break up with her, Jesper. I’ll figure it out.”

They made their way back just in time to spot Y/n quickly leaving the table, her face a mix of frustration and hurt. 

“Everything okay?” asked Inej, looking up at Kaz with concern. He leaned down to kiss her temple, a gesture that felt both comforting and laden with guilt.

“Yes, you?” he replied, his voice strained.

“Yeah, Y/n said she had to leave. She is a bit weird, right?” Inej commented, her tone uncertain.

Kaz’s jaw tightened, a surge of protectiveness for Y/n bubbling up. “Maybe she just didn’t like all of you questioning her all night,” he replied, his words coming out harsher than he intended.

“I wasn’t questioning her,” said Inej defensively, her brows furrowing.

“Come on, Nej, you were,” Kaz countered, his frustration slipping through.

Jesper, sensing the brewing tension, quickly intervened. “Hey, let’s not turn this into a fight.”

Inej looked between Kaz and Jesper, confusion and hurt evident in her eyes. “I was just trying to get to know her. If it came off wrong, I’m sorry.”

Kaz sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You knew what you were doing. You too, Jesper.”

Inej’s eyes widened in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“You both kept pushing,” Kaz said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Maybe she felt like she was being interrogated.”

Jesper frowned, crossing his arms. “We were just curious. She’s new, and it’s not like she was very forthcoming.”

Kaz bit back a retort, knowing he had to be careful. He couldn’t let on how well he knew Y/n. “There’s a difference between being curious and making someone feel uncomfortable. Maybe next time, ease up a bit.”

Inej looked hurt, but she nodded. “I’ll be more careful. I really didn’t mean any harm. And certainly I didn’t know you cared so much.”

Kaz tried to brush off the tension, forcing a casual tone. “She’s the boss’s new girlfriend. Doesn’t seem like a good idea to piss her off.”

Jesper raised an eyebrow. “You’re right. We don’t need any unnecessary drama.”

Inej sighed, her expression softening. “I understand. I’ll try to be more considerate next time.”

Kaz Brekker had done a lot of awful things in his life, but making his girlfriend apologize for how she treated his... what? Other girl? was by far the worst one.

***

Kaz stood outside the workplace with his boss, engrossed in discussions about some upcoming deals. The atmosphere was serious, focused on business, until the abrupt interruption by y/n Mini's aggressive arrival. Her car screeched to a harsh stop in front of them, tinted windows hiding her expression from Kaz's view.

“Pray for me, Brekker, this girl drives like we have extra lives,” Kaz's boss joked, patting Kaz on the shoulder. Kaz felt his jaw clench instinctively. y/n began impatiently honking her horn, prompting Kaz's boss to gesture for her to wait.

“It really shows she didn’t have a father to teach her, let me tell you,” the boss remarked with a chuckle, clearly unaware of the impact of his words on Kaz. The comment hit him like a weight in his stomach. y/n had never mentioned her parents or their absence to him. Apparently, she had confided in his boss, which left Kaz feeling a mix of confusion and hurt. He thought about all the times they had spent together, the conversations they'd had, and the intimacy they'd shared. Yet, there was this significant part of her life that she had kept from him. 

The realization stung. Kaz had always prided himself on being perceptive and insightful, able to navigate the complexities of people's lives and motivations. But now, he felt blindsided and uncertain. He wanted to understand why she had chosen to reveal such personal details to his boss and not to him. But again, they were properly dating and Kaz had been just his client.

“But she’s worth it. She’ll be the death of me, wild little thing she is, let me tell you. I’m not that young anymore,” his boss continued with a conspiratorial tone, leaning in closer. Kaz's skin crawled at the familiarity in his boss’s voice. “Best thing is, all of her tastes like candies,” he added with a lecherous grin. “And the way she moves, Brekker, I’m not even going to tell you, but I mean, you are with the Wraith, I bet you know a thing or two about flexible women.”

Kaz's jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack. The casual vulgarity, the smug tone, the blatant disrespect—it all churned his stomach. He fought the urge to lash out, knowing that any reaction would only add fuel to the fire. He forced his hands to remain at his sides, his nails biting into his palms.

“You should see her when she’s in a playful mood. It’s like she’s got this spark, you know? Makes every moment feel like an adventure,” his boss continued, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on Kaz. “And let me tell you, she knows how to keep a man entertained. Never a dull moment with that one.”

“Are you coming or are you waiting for me to reach your age?” y/n’s voice cut through the tension, her tone dripping with impatience as she leaned out of the car window. Her eyes, sharp and challenging, met Kaz's for a fleeting moment before focusing back on his boss.

Kaz's boss laughed heartily, either oblivious to Kaz's internal struggle or simply not caring. He waved off Kaz, already heading towards the car. “Better not keep the lady waiting,” he said, throwing a wink at Kaz.

As his boss and y/n sped away, Kaz was left standing there, grappling with a flood of emotions. He felt a pang of jealousy towards his boss for seemingly knowing a side of y/n that Kaz did not. There was a gnawing realization that despite their closeness, their relationship might not be as deep or transparent as he had assumed. He wondered why she hadn't shared this part of her life with him, and whether there were other aspects of herself she was keeping hidden.

***

Kaz's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he received Jesper’s text, ‘They broke up’. The message shattered the otherwise quiet evening he was spending with Inej. She was talking about something important, probably really interesting, but he lost focus completely, consumed by the sudden news. 

‘What happened?’ he typed back quickly, his fingers almost shaking with anticipation.

‘No one knows,’ came Jesper’s swift reply.

A small, involuntary grin tugged at Kaz’s lips. He would have given away his car and his house to know more. 

“Inej, love, something happened at work. I have to go,” he said, standing up abruptly.

“Love?” she laughed, a lighthearted teasing in her voice. “Who are you?”

Kaz cursed himself for letting the endearment slip out—something he never used before. He headed out fast, leaving behind Inej’s puzzled expression.

He reached his office, where he expected to find his boss. The man's angry shouts were audible even from outside. Kaz strolled in casually, pretending to look for something. As he had anticipated, the boss spotted him immediately and called him over.

The boss was already taking out two glasses and a bottle from a cabinet, gesturing for Kaz to sit. “Are we celebrating something?” Kaz asked, trying to maintain his composure.

“Celebrating? That bitch broke up with me,” the boss spat out.

“What? Why?” Kaz feigned surprise, leaning forward slightly, eager for more information.

The man studied him, taking a long sip. “You know, I trust you, Brekker. You’re my right hand. Hell, you're like a son to me.”

“Thank you,” Kaz replied, trying to look amused. He needed his boss to keep talking.

“I was just too old for her. I should have seen this coming,” the boss muttered, clearly annoyed. “She has this way of... I don't know how to explain it... making you feel light and special.”

Kaz hummed, knowing firsthand how right he was.

“Stay away from women like that, Brekker. When you become aware of what they've done to you, it's too late. You find yourself lonely and drinking, with your heart broken.”

Kaz couldn't believe what he was hearing. He hadn’t thought his boss actually fell for y/n; he assumed it was just the rush of dating a woman so much younger than him.

“I know you lost your father when you were young, so no one could teach you these things. Let me step in for a moment,” the man poured a third round. “You found yourself a good girl, Kaz. Even after everything she's been through, she's doing God's work around the world, such a good girl. I didn't think she would settle for a broken bastard like you. But you've been lucky. Those are the women you can count on.”

Kaz wasn't sure what to say. The man’s words were both insulting and painfully accurate.

“And well, let's be honest, the fact that she's always away lets you be more… Free, let's say,” he added with a wink.

Kaz frowned. Was he implying that he would approve if Kaz cheated on Inej? After all that praise?

“I don't think I'm following you.”

“Oh, Brekker, you don't fool me. I've known you since you were twelve. I saw you coming in here, walking three feet above the ground,” he chuckled, “What's her name?”

Kaz felt utterly exposed. “Sir, I don't know what you're talking about.”

His boss openly laughed, “You want to play it like this? Your choice. I thought we were having a man-to-man conversation, an honest one.”

Kaz hesitated, his mind racing. Was it true? Was it really so evident?

“I saw you happy, Brekker, the same smile you have when a few hundred thousand kruge go your way.” He poured more liquor, and Kaz drank it fast. “As I would tell a son, keep having your fun while your girlfriend is out there saving the world. You've never been a saint, don’t start now. But this other girl, don’t turn it into something else, something it’s not meant to be.”

Kaz sat there, the weight of his boss’s words pressing down on him. “I'm not cheating on Inej.” Kaz hoped that his voice was steady enough.

His boss smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I'm not judging you, son. You're a man. Your girlfriend is always away. It's how things go. Whoever she is, she's good for you.”

Kaz nodded, lost in thought, wondering what his reaction would be if his boss knew the girl they were talking about was the same one who had broken up with him a few hours earlier. It was a twisted irony that left him feeling even more conflicted.

Kaz took a deep breath, the alcohol burning in his throat. “It’s not just a mistake,” he said quietly. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Complicated, huh? So there is a girl.” His boss leaned forward, pouring another round of drinks with practiced ease. “Come on, Kaz,” he urged, his tone almost fatherly. “You can talk to me. I’ve seen it all—business and personal. You know I’ve got your back.”

Kaz hesitated, his mind racing. Apparently, the hesitation was enough to make the boss jump to his conclusions. “I knew it, good for you.”

“Kaz, you’re not fooling anyone. You’ve got that look—conflicted, torn. You don’t get that way unless there’s someone involved. This other girl—she makes you feel alive, doesn’t she?” 

Kaz nodded reluctantly. “Yes. She does.”

“Then put yourself out there, Brekker, but remember, serious relationships are for women like your Inej, not the wild ones. Don’t mess it up.”

Kaz’s heart sank at the words. He felt a strange mix of guilt and longing. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Look, Kaz,” his boss said, leaning in closer. “The wild ones—they’re exciting, they make you feel things you never thought you could feel. But they’re not the ones you build a life with. They’re a thrill, a distraction. Inej, on the other hand, she’s the kind of woman you build a future with. Don’t confuse the two.”

Kaz’s mind raced, the conflicting emotions churning inside him. The way his boss spoke about the situation made it sound so black and white, but to Kaz, it was anything but. He tried to steady his breathing, feeling cornered by the conversation.

“You don’t think you can make a wife out of a little slut you’re having fun with?” his boss continued, his tone dismissive and crude.

“She’s not a slut,” Kaz said through gritted teeth, his fists clenching on the table. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

The boss raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Kaz’s fierce reaction. “Alright, alright,” he said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t mean to offend. But you have to see where I’m coming from. There’s a difference between a good time and a lifetime.”

Kaz’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay calm. “She’s not just a ‘good time.’ She’s... she’s important to me.”

“Important, huh?” His boss leaned back in his chair, studying Kaz intently. “Important or just good in bed?”

Kaz clenched his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. “It’s not like that. It’s more than that.”

His boss chuckled, clearly skeptical. “Is it? Or are you just telling yourself that because she’s giving you something you’re not getting from Inej?”

Kaz looked away, feeling the sting of his boss’s words. He couldn’t deny that the physical aspect of his relationship with Y/N was intense, but it was more than that.

“I have to go.”

At a red light, Kaz texted y/n, 'Heard about the break up, how are you?' He didn’t expect an answer, but a few minutes later, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and nearly ran into a stop sign. It was a selfie from y/n, taken from the nose down. She was on a bed, and someone was biting her neck. Guess she was dealing with it pretty well.

Kaz's mind spun with thoughts. The image brought a mix of jealousy, curiosity, and a pang of regret. He wondered if they could ever revert to being just friends. They had blurred too many boundaries, making it hard to imagine a platonic relationship. Where would they stop? Would they be able to spend time together without succumbing to their intense chemistry? Could he even desire a non-romantic relationship with her now?

Their connection had always been more than just physical, yet now it seemed impossible to separate the two. The lines had been crossed, and there was no going back.

Kaz pulled over to the side of the road, needing a moment to collect his thoughts. He stared at the photo again, trying to decipher the emotions it stirred within him. Could they ever just be friends, or had they ruined any chance of a simple, uncomplicated relationship?

***

Weeks later, Kaz and Inej got into a fight. A big one. One that made them scream at each other like they never had before, leading to him storming out of his house. The words Inej had said echoed in his mind, and he couldn't believe the things she had thrown at him in anger. He got in his car and started driving, his hands gripping the wheel tightly as rage flooded through his veins. 

He drove straight to y/n's house, not caring that it was late, not caring about anything except the need to see her. The light in her apartment was on, which was a small relief. He was ready to wake up the entire neighborhood if necessary. He picked the lock on the door of the building with practiced ease, his movements fueled by a mix of desperation and anger. He went straight to her apartment and knocked on the door, his heart pounding.

After a moment, y/n emerged, her head poking out cautiously. At first, she looked scared, then puzzled when she recognized him. “I… I thought it was the police,” she muttered, her voice shaky.

Kaz's breath was heavy, and adrenaline surged through his body. Without a word, he took out his phone, opened his banking app, and turned the screen towards her. “Take whatever you want, empty my bank account, I don't care. I want you. Now.”

[lolasimms]

a lots gonna change pt.10

Summary: Married life isn’t great, infidelity ensues, and things change.

Feel free to send asks about the series!

next part

2 years later

Your Saturday morning had started off quite busy, after an early Pilates class with Dina, some coffee and a bit of grocery shopping you finally headed home. The house was in its best state possible, with your ever growing daughter being out of the house for the next two days. Usually Ellie had her on Fridays, Saturday's and Sunday's but this weekend she'd be off camping with Joel. You were more than ok for her to spend the time with her grandfather and judging from Ellie's lack of hesitance when Joel had suggested he take Lila with him, you assumed she felt the same.

With nothing left to do for the next three hours, you decided you'd pamper yourself before your guest came over. The tub was filled to the brim with foamy suds of expensive vanilla- coconut scented bubble bath, a gift you had received from Nara. Your felt the ache of your bones soothe as you sunk yourself deeper and deeper into the water. After the long and taxing week you'd had at work and home, you decided to treat yourself today, hence the bubble bath and candles that were lit around the bathroom.

After scrubbing yourself clean, shaving and rinsing off, you drained and cleaned the bath and then headed into your bedroom. You had a Nina Simone record playing and the lights dimmed as you smeared your body in lotion and threw on a baby pink satin nighty. With a small peak through your curtains it seemed the sun had set already, a deep orange coating the sky, as the moon slowly appeared. You'd never grow accustomed to the quiet, and as much as you loved Lila it was always great to have three days of uninterrupted self care.

You were sat on a kitchen stool downing a glass of Chardonnay when your doorbell rang. You giggled nervously, placing your glass on the counter and running to the door. You hurriedly unlocked the front door and were welcomed by the sight of Abby.

Before you could get a word in her hands had scooped under your armpits, her leg kicking the door shut. She hoisted you onto the kitchen island so quickly that it made you release a little squeal. Her mouth didn't leave yours as her fingers, made way to the thin straps of your satin nighty.

"My fucking favourite." She groans into your mouth, referring to the pink nightie of yours that she loved so much. You smile knowingly, as that was the reason you'd purposefully put it on. You knew it made her insatiable.

She finally let go of you, shucking her arms out of her brown flannel. Her strong hipbones filled the space between your legs. Her hands were so big as she placed them under your thighs and hoisted you onto her hips, she carried you upstairs despite your embarrassed protests.

You'd made it into your bedroom, where she was leaning down so you could kiss her mouth more easily. “Come sit on my lap," she whispered. "It's easier to kiss you that way."

You straddled her lap and she was right, finally your faces were level. Within seconds the heat between the both of you had escalated to how it had been in the kitchen. You ground your crotch against her as she gripped your ass and then slid her hands under your nightie. Her fingers fumbled with the satin dress before sliding upwards. Her actions causing you to shudder and whimper as her hands cupped and kneaded your breasts. Your nipples reveled in the way she softly pinched them. As she kissed you with increasing fervor, she couldn't help but purr her moans into your mouth.

"Do you have it on?" You question as you ground yourself against her and she nods. You reach for her belt, tugging impatiently and she helps you remove the pants.

"So fucking impatient." She teases as she flips you over forcefully, both of her hands rest at the side of your head and she dips her head to pepper kisses on your neck, burying her face in your cleavage, kissing and sucking on your delicate, smooth skin. Your scent, vanilla and coconut, was so delicious to her she could practically eat you.

You moaned against her touch, you ran your fingers through her blonde hair as she cupped your breasts, kissing all the way from your chest, to your neck, to your lips. Moving down she slid her hands along your bare thighs, pushing the satin dress up further to your hips. She hooked a finger around your lace panties and tugged them, she made her way further down the bed tugging them completely off and then proceeding to kiss your ankles.

You looked up at her from the bed and bit your lip as you watched her suck on her fingers to wet them for you. Moving her hand to your core, she felt your natural heat and wetness as she carefully touched you before leaning back down and kissing you deeply. She ran her wet fingers gently up and down your folds, warming you up to her touch. You moaned into her mouth as you felt your wetness start to cover her fingers.

Once again she had made her way down the bed, leaving sloppy kisses on your thighs. Her pace was slow at first, as she inched closer and closer to your core when you let out a delectable moan. All of a sudden she was a woman starved as she doubled down her attack on your pussy. There were no teasing licks, only fierce suction and pressure just how you liked it. It was too much and not enough all at once.

As if your thrashing and moans weren't enough, she brought her fingers down to your clit, doubling the pleasure. You tried to pull away from her face to lessen the overwhelming amounts of pleasure you were experiencing but she didn't back down. If anything it encouraged her to keep going.

"Abs, I'm going to" you whine pathetically and she moans into you as she continues lapping. "Daddy please" you whine, big mistake, the words turning her on so badly that her strong arms wrap tightly around your hips, caging you in.

"Come on do it, you cum so pretty, baby." Her eyes had dark fire in them and her snarl made her canine teeth sing. "And I know you can do it. You are such a good little slut." She laid her weight on top of you, hissing into your core as her fingers worked your clit furiously. "You cum so good for Daddy. I love that about you. My sweet girl, she fucking love's to cum."

Her words are enough to send you into overdrive and you cum with a loud yelp, your back arching off the bed. She lifts her head, face covered in slick as she smiles at you. You needed more and you needed it now, she looked so good. Hair loose, all sweaty from her attack on your cunt and her muscles tensing as she dragged you by the legs.

"I need to be inside you right now." She remarks and you nod fervently, before the two of you can go any further you're interrupted by hard knocks at your door. She looks down at you curiously and you shrug.

"Wait here baby, I'll be back" you grab your nighty that was strewn across the floor, not having time to find your panties and make your way down the stairs. You reach the front door, annoyed that your and Abby's bliss had been disturbed. What you didn't expect was to find Ellie standing at your front door holding a bag of Chinese food.

"Ellie?" You question, immediately embarrassed at the fact that you were fucked out wearing nothing but a nightie, with your own cum probably still dripping out of you.

"Hey, I thought I'd bring you some food. Lila's usually with me on weekends and now she’s at camp with Joel and I'm not used to spending them alone, so I just thought we could eat together like old ti-" her ramble is cut off when she hears a voice calling out your name.

"Who is it baby?" Abby asks as she comes up behind you, when her eyes land on Ellie and she freezes.

"Oh shit I didn't know you had company" Ellie's cheeks go crimson red and she starts to connect the dots. She must've realised what the two of you had been doing as her eyes fail to meet yours and all she can do is hand you the bag of Chinese and look away.

You accept the bag, passing it to Abby and instructing her to place it in the kitchen and give you some time to speak with Ellie.

"I'm sorry I didn't expect any guests tonight" you say as you watch Ellie fidget with her jacket zipper.

"It's fine, my bad for showing up announced." Her eyes finally meet yours and you give her an awkward smile.

"Well are you sure about the food, I can split it so yo-" she cuts you off, shaking her head.

"It's fine, you can have it all" you nod awkwardly.

"Alright goodnight Ellie" you attempt to shut the door when she calls out to you.

"Does she really make you happy?" You're taken aback by her blunt question but don't fail to nod.

"Yeah, really happy."

-

Ellie took the long route home, to think about what had happened. To see you with that bitch all fucked out had her feeling a deep rage. she was even more embarrassed that it took her so long to realise what you’d been doing. She knew the two of you had been dating but she didn’t know how serious it was, Abby had met her daughter but whenever Ellie asked if she slept over Lila always said no.

She should’ve connected the dots that you’d been bringing her round on the days Lila was at her place. Ellie knew she had to right to be upset, she herself had been on dates since the divorce, however they all went horribly. She just couldn’t help but feel possessive of you, no matter how many years the two of you were separated she knew she would get you back one way or another.

-

“What took you so long?”

“Excuse me? I worked as fast as I could. You just have no patience.”

“Just give me the fucking key?”

“Alright here, but you owe me”

“Whatever, I’ll send you the money in an hour, now fuck off ”

Amelia rolls her window up and drives away from Ellie’s house with the key she’d had made safely stored inside an envelope. She wasn’t lying when she told Ellie she’d regret ever leaving her. Revenge was coming for Ellie and her family, it was only a matter of time.

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[dainty0angel]

Random thinspo 🌺

Literally so excited to get paid, first thing I’m gonna do is get a gym membership and do Pilates classes.

Can’t wait to wear skirts and dresses with thin legs.

My fat legs make me feel so masculine.

[fitnessmantram]

Yoga Pilates for Thin Leg #thinleg #thighfat #bellyfatloss #weightloss #...

Include lower-body workout routines such as lunges, wall sits, inner/outer thigh lifts, and step-ups with simply your physique weight. The key to strengthening the legs besides bulking up is to maintain the reps excessive (at least 15 reps per set). Perform three rounds of every workout with minimal relaxation between every motion.

People Also Read:  28-Day Wall Pilates Challenge - Elevate Your Fitness Journey

[mori3339]

[bolnasblog]

I am fucking dying from the inside. I am wearing a short now and it is so big, so bulky. I hate it. Why can’t I have fucking thin legs…

I have to start working out. I will on September 1st. I’ll start a 1month Pilates challenge. Do you guys have any suggestions?

I have to be under 130lbs by then 🙏

I LOVE working out.

[svndaysaweek]

Does Karina love working out often? Not only does working out makes her more horny and makes sex feel better. She works out so she can be pretty and make u very horny for her as well. Her favorite workout is Kegel’s because it makes her Vagina tighter which makes u cum more and Karina gets pleasure from cum. So its a win win situation for u both.

If rough sex counts as working out, yes.

Every night you two have almost life-threatening sex, so the next day Karina can't even 'walk out' of the bed, let alone go to work out.

But she somehow manages to go do pilates, in order to emphasize the sexy, divine curve of her body as well as make herself flexible to try as many positions as possible with you. And as soon as she returns home from pilates, with a thin layer of sweat on her skin and the leggings that turn you into a hungry animal, you literally throw yourself at her.

Nothing's different on Karina's side, either. Because pilates is not an exhausting, heavy exercise, it does well on heating her body up. So when you throw yourself at her, she happily reciprocates with all of her body parts. No parts is left idle on your way to bed, hands hastily touching your bodies, legs stumbling on your way, tongues tasting each other.

Karina's so tight that both of you can't last long before cumming hard on each other. She regularly squats dozens of times, so whenever you enter her pussy it's even like she's reluctant to let your cock in.

But once inside, a true heaven is there, for both of you. Your orgasm isn't that far away due to her tightness, but fortunately hers isn't, either. Every time you fuck her, she cums several more times than you, and when you cum, it's as if you don't know how to stop. Endless spurts of cum fill her tight pussy up straight from her womb and she fucking loves how it feels.

******

Thanks anon, for asking.

I hope my answer satisfies you!

😚😚😏😏

[skeletonlovr]

my formal is on 25th. Feb 2023. I have to lose weight before then urgently. My dress is gorgeous and so pretty and fits well but the straps are like chains that cross over at the back and my back fat looks absolutely disgusting in it. i can’t even look at myself from behind in it it’s fuckign disgusting 🤮. Also it has a leg slit that’s very high, so i need to lose weight on my legs so i can have nice lean thighs to show on tbe night. I’m very motivated to lose this weight now so i can look nice for once in my life. So with this, here’s my new plan.

Diet:

- significant calorie deficit (trying to stay around 800 to start with, cheat days once a week)

- less sugary snacks, going for more healthy options to keep me full

- going ham on the water

Exercise:

- try to walk everyday or at least 4x a week for half an hour

- basic pilates style exercise 4x a week at least

NO EXCUSES THIS TIME. I WILL KEEP DISCIPLINE NO MATTER HOW MISERABLE IT MAKES ME. I HAVE TO THIN UP BEFORE FORMAL!

[bobbybowsnhearts]

my legs looked soooo cute and thin from the top when i was doing pilates today, and i didn’t even count calories :3

maybe there’s hope in feeling comfortable in my body after all……..

[petkovtherapyseo]

Effective Treatment for Chronic Low Back Pain: A Comprehensive Guide

Chronic low back pain is a persistent and often debilitating condition affecting millions of people worldwide. Finding effective treatment is crucial for improving quality of life and reducing the burden of pain. This guide provides a comprehensive overview of the various options available for managing chronic low back pain treatment.

Understanding Chronic Low Back Pain

Definition and Causes

Chronic low back pain is defined as pain that persists for 12 weeks or longer, even after the initial injury or underlying cause has been treated. It can result from a variety of factors, including muscle or ligament strain, herniated discs, arthritis, or spinal stenosis.

Symptoms and Diagnosis

Common symptoms include a dull, aching pain in the lower back, stiffness, limited range of motion, and pain that radiates down the legs. Diagnosis typically involves a physical examination, medical history review, and imaging tests such as X-rays, MRI, or CT scans.

Conventional Treatment Options

Medications

Medications are often the first line of treatment for chronic low back pain. Over-the-counter pain relievers like ibuprofen and acetaminophen can help manage pain and inflammation. In some cases, stronger prescription medications may be necessary.

Physical Therapy

Physical therapy is a cornerstone of chronic low back pain treatment. It involves exercises and techniques designed to improve mobility, strengthen the back muscles, and reduce pain.

Chiropractic Care

Chiropractic adjustments can provide relief for some individuals by realigning the spine and improving function.

Surgical Interventions

Surgery is typically considered a last resort when other treatments have failed. Procedures may include spinal fusion, discectomy, or laminectomy.

Alternative Treatment Options

Acupuncture

Acupuncture, an ancient Chinese therapy, involves inserting thin needles into specific points on the body to relieve pain and promote healing.

Massage Therapy

Massage therapy can help relax tense muscles, improve circulation, and reduce pain.

Yoga and Pilates

Both yoga and Pilates focus on improving flexibility, strength, and posture, which can help alleviate chronic low back pain.

Herbal Remedies

Certain herbs and supplements, such as turmeric and devil's claw, may have anti-inflammatory properties that can help reduce pain.

Lifestyle Changes for Managing Chronic Low Back Pain

Importance of Exercise

Regular exercise is essential for managing chronic low back pain. Low-impact activities like walking, swimming, and cycling can help keep the back strong and flexible.

Diet and Nutrition

A healthy diet can support overall well-being and reduce inflammation. Foods rich in omega-3 fatty acids, antioxidants, and vitamins are beneficial.

Sleep Hygiene

Good sleep hygiene, including a comfortable mattress and proper sleep posture, can help reduce pain and improve sleep quality.

Stress Management

Stress can exacerbate chronic pain. Techniques such as mindfulness, meditation, and deep breathing exercises can help manage stress levels.

Physical Therapy for Chronic Low Back Pain

Benefits of Physical Therapy

Physical therapy offers numerous benefits, including pain relief, improved mobility, and a reduced risk of future injuries.

Common Techniques and Exercises

Therapists use a variety of techniques, including manual therapy, stretching, strengthening exercises, and core stabilization exercises.

Role of a Physical Therapist

A physical therapist develops a personalized treatment plan based on the individual's needs and goals, providing guidance and support throughout the recovery process.

The Role of Medications

Over-the-Counter Pain Relievers

OTC pain relievers like ibuprofen and acetaminophen are often used to manage mild to moderate pain.

Prescription Medications

For more severe pain, doctors may prescribe stronger medications, such as opioids, though these are typically used for short periods due to the risk of dependence.

Muscle Relaxants

Muscle relaxants can help relieve muscle spasms and discomfort.

Antidepressants and Anticonvulsants

Certain antidepressants and anticonvulsants can help manage chronic pain by affecting how the brain processes pain signals.

Surgical Options

When Surgery is Considered

Surgery is generally considered when conservative treatments have failed, and the pain is significantly affecting the individual's quality of life.

Types of Surgical Procedures

Common procedures include spinal fusion (joining two or more vertebrae), discectomy (removal of a herniated disc), and laminectomy (removal of part of a vertebra to relieve pressure on the spinal cord).

Risks and Benefits

While surgery can provide significant relief, it comes with risks such as infection, blood clots, and nerve damage. It’s important to discuss these risks with your surgeon.

Alternative Therapies

Effectiveness of Acupuncture

Acupuncture has been shown to be effective in reducing chronic low back pain for some individuals. It works by stimulating the body's natural pain-relieving mechanisms.

Benefits of Massage Therapy

Massage therapy can reduce muscle tension, improve circulation, and promote relaxation, all of which can help alleviate chronic pain.

Yoga and Pilates for Back Pain Relief

Yoga and Pilates focus on improving core strength, flexibility, and posture, which can help support the spine and reduce pain.

The Importance of a Multidisciplinary Approach

Combining Treatments for Better Outcomes

A multidisciplinary approach, which combines various treatments such as physical therapy, medications, and alternative therapies, can provide more comprehensive pain relief.

Working with a Healthcare Team

Collaborating with a team of healthcare providers, including doctors, physical therapists, and alternative therapy practitioners, ensures a well-rounded treatment plan.

Self-Care Strategies

Proper Posture and Ergonomics

Maintaining proper posture and using ergonomic furniture can help reduce strain on the back.

Home Exercises and Stretches

Incorporating exercises and stretches into your daily routine can help keep your back strong and flexible.

Heat and Cold Therapy

Applying heat or cold to the affected area can help reduce pain and inflammation.

Preventive Measures

Avoiding Injury and Strain

Taking care to avoid activities that strain the back can help prevent injuries. This includes lifting objects properly and avoiding sudden, awkward movements.

Regular Physical Activity

Staying active and engaging in regular exercise can help keep your back healthy and reduce the risk of chronic pain.

Maintaining a Healthy Weight

Excess weight can put additional strain on the back. Maintaining a healthy weight through diet and exercise can help reduce this strain.

Mental Health and Chronic Pain

Connection Between Chronic Pain and Mental Health

Chronic pain can take a toll on mental health, leading to issues such as depression and anxiety.

Coping Strategies

Techniques such as mindfulness, meditation, and cognitive-behavioral therapy can help manage the emotional impact of chronic pain.

Seeking Professional Help

If chronic pain is affecting your mental health, it's important to seek help from a mental health professional.

Patient Success Stories

Real-Life Examples of Successful Treatment

Hearing about the experiences of others who have successfully managed chronic low back pain can provide hope and inspiration.

Testimonials from Patients

Patient testimonials offer valuable insights into the effectiveness of different treatments and the impact they can have on quality of life.

Conclusion

Chronic low back pain is a challenging condition, but with the right treatment approach, it is possible to manage pain and improve quality of life. By exploring various treatment options, making lifestyle changes, and working with a healthcare team, individuals can find relief and regain their mobility.