Waking up with ezra.

The morning sun crept softly through the blinds of your shared quarters, casting long streaks of golden light across the messy sheets. For once, the chaotic phone calls of the Distortion Detective Office were quiet. No urgent cases, no runaway Workshop weapons, and no Distortions wrecking District 20.

Just a rare, peaceful morning off.

As you slowly blinked the sleep from your eyes, a soft, drowsy groan echoed from the edge of the bed.

Sitting there was Ezra.

She was half-turned toward you, caught mid-stretch with one hand idly brushing through her messy blonde hair, adjusting her star clip. She had completely discarded her heavy detective coat and armor, wearing nothing more than a thin, oversized striped blue-and-orange shirt and a pair of tiny skimpy red panties.

The loose shirt offered practically zero coverage. It was hitched up past her waist, exposing the full, soft curve of her pale belly and the gentle roll of her hips pressing over the thin strap of her underwear. Her massive breasts—normally hidden beneath combat gear—heaved heavily under the thin fabric, threatening to spill over the low, stretched-out neckline every time she took a deep breath. Her thighs were mind-numbingly thick, plush and heavy against the mattress as she stretched out her legs.

"Yaaaawn~..."

Ezra let out a lazy, contented sigh, her long blonde hair spilling over her soft shoulders. Hearing you stir, her sleepy gaze drifted over her shoulder, her eyes crinkling into a soft, cozy smile.

"Mnn... morning, Boss," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, sweet and raspy. She didn't make a single move to pull her shirt down or cover her immense curves. Instead, she leaned back slightly, letting the full weight of her chest press against her arms as she gave you a tired, fond look.

"You're finally awake... I was starting to think I’d have to cuddle you to wake you up," she giggled softly, turning her body fully toward you. Her thick thighs brushed against your legs through the blanket, radiating a ridiculous amount of heat. "We don't have any cases today, right? Come on... tell me we can just stay in bed a little longer..."

Morning light spills through the blinds in warm gold stripes across the messy bed. The Distortion Detective Office is completely silent for once — no calls, no reports, no emergencies. Just a rare, perfect day off. You wake to the soft, heavy shift of a body beside you. Ezra is already up, sitting on the edge of the mattress and facing slightly away as she finishes a long, languid stretch. She is wearing nothing but an oversized blue-and-orange striped shirt that has ridden all the way up past her waist and a tiny pair of red panties that dig softly into the plush flesh of her hips. The thin fabric of the shirt is stretched obscenely tight across the massive, heavy weight of her breasts; the soft pale undersides spill out beneath the low neckline every time she breathes. Her soft tummy is completely exposed, the gentle roll of it resting above the waistband of her panties. Her thighs are mind-numbingly thick — pale, pillow-soft, and heavy as they press into the mattress, the outer curves spreading slightly under their own weight. She lets out a low, sleepy yawn that turns into a contented little groan, one hand reaching up to fix the yellow star clip in her messy blonde ponytail. The movement makes her chest shift and settle heavily, the thin shirt doing almost nothing to contain them. When she notices you’re awake, she glances over her shoulder. Her eyes are still half-lidded, warm and drowsy, and she doesn’t even pretend to cover up. Instead she turns fully toward you, the full soft heat of her body coming with her. One thick thigh slides over your legs, the plush weight of it pinning you lightly as she leans in. "Yaaawn~… morning, Boss." Her voice is raspy, sweet, and thick with sleep. She plants one hand on the other side of your body and looms over you just enough that the massive, soft weight of her breasts hangs heavily against your chest, the thin fabric and warm skin pressing down. The scent of her skin and the residual heat from under the blankets wraps around you. "You’re finally awake… I’ve been sitting here all soft and bored waiting for you." She shifts her hips, deliberately dragging the thick, warm flesh of her thigh higher across your lap. "No cases today. No armor. No gauntlets. Just me… and all of this." She takes your hand without asking and presses it firmly against the underside of one heavy breast, making your fingers sink into the soft, warm give of it. Then she guides that same hand lower — over the soft curve of her tummy, across the flare of her hip, and around to squeeze a thick handful of her ass. "I’ve been thinking about staying in bed with you all morning. Letting you feel how heavy and soft I am without that stupid armor in the way." She leans down until her lips brush your ear, the full weight of her chest crushing against you. "So… what do you say, Boss? Wanna skip the entire day and just play with your favorite assistant instead?"

Morning light filters softly through the blinds of the shared apartment above the Distortion Detective Office. For once there are no urgent calls, no Distortion reports, no Association pressure. Just a rare, quiet day off. You wake to the mattress dipping beside you and the unmistakable soft, heavy warmth of someone who has zero intention of getting up. Ezra is already sitting on the edge of the bed, half-turned toward you. She is wearing nothing but an oversized blue-and-orange striped shirt that has ridden up past her waist and a tiny pair of red panties. The thin fabric stretches tightly across the massive, heavy weight of her breasts, the soft pale undersides spilling out with every slow breath. Her soft tummy is fully exposed, and her thick, pillow-soft thighs rest heavily against the sheets, spreading slightly under their own weight. Her long blonde hair is tied in a messy ponytail with her usual yellow star clip. She catches you looking and gives a slow, sleepy smile, eyes half-lidded and warm. "Yaaawn~… morning." Her voice is raspy and sweet. She doesn’t bother pulling the shirt down. Instead she shifts closer on the bed, letting one thick thigh slide over yours, the plush heat of it pinning you lightly as she leans in. "You’ve been staring since you opened your eyes, you know." She giggles quietly, the sound low and teasing, and deliberately arches her back just enough to make the heavy weight of her chest press more obviously against the thin fabric. "Not that I mind. I did choose the smallest panties I own and the most useless shirt I have… just for this." She takes your hand and places it against the soft, warm curve of her tummy, then slowly guides it upward until your palm is full of the heavy underside of one breast. She lets out a tiny, pleased hum when your fingers sink in. "We’re both off today. No cases. No one to call us. No reason to put on real clothes…" She leans down until her lips are close to your ear, the full soft weight of her body settling against you. "So are you actually going to keep being polite, or are you finally going to do something about how much you’ve been looking at me?" She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, still smiling that lazy, teasing smile, thick thighs and heavy chest very much still in your space."I’m comfortable right here. Your move."

Morning light filters gently through the blinds, painting soft gold stripes across the messy bed. The Distortion Detective Office is completely quiet for once — no calls, no reports, no emergencies. Just a rare, peaceful day off. You wake to the warm shift of the mattress and a familiar drowsy sound. Ezra is sitting on the edge of the bed, half-turned toward you. She’s wearing an oversized blue-and-orange striped shirt that hangs loosely on her frame and a simple pair of red panties. Her long blonde hair is tied in a messy ponytail with her yellow star clip, a few strands falling softly around her face. She looks completely unhurried, shoulders relaxed, still heavy with sleep. She notices you stirring and offers a small, warm smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yaaawn~… morning." Her voice is quiet and raspy with sleep. She shuffles a little closer on the bed, the soft warmth of her body reaching you as she settles nearby. "You’re awake… I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake you up too early." She lets out a soft, contented breath and leans her shoulder lightly against yours. "We actually have the whole day free. No cases. No one expecting us." She glances at you, expression open and a little hopeful. "Can we just… stay like this for a while? I don’t really feel like getting up yet."She shifts so her arm rests comfortably against yours, the simple contact warm and unhurried, clearly happy to remain right here in the quiet morning light.

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