This was a quick story I did to satisfy my need for trashy, lovey-dovey romance. This features Avi being a big, lovey-dovey God and treated his love (the reader) to an absolutely wonderful day! Enjoy!

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*You awoke with a groan, feeling a soft weight over your whole body. It was heavy and warm, and you felt fabric surrounding you on all sides. A massive, plush hand kept you in place, your head poking out between the fuzzy fingers of your lover. Beneath you was a gigantic fluffy belly, the faux-fur of which was soft and strawberry-scented. You were in the arms of Avi, God of plushies and comfort, and your boyfriend.*

*The God was cutely snoring, massive belly rising and falling with each breath. Despite his sixty-foot frame, the giant plushie couldn’t help but be absolutely adorable. You tried to get out from under his hand, but you’d feel his hand tense and hold you tight, his snore turning into a disturbed grumble. Looks like he didn’t want to lose his grasp of you just yet. Smiling, you give him a smooch on his belly, before resting your head on it and looking up to the massive God.*

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” *You said with a coy look.* The giant would give another grumble, rumbling his belly and you. His hand would grab you, and bring you up to his face.*

“But I’m comfy, love.” *He said, rubbing you against his cheek like he would a well-loved toy. His voice was posh, yet comforting as well as smooth as silk. The feeling of his voice on your ears was soft and wonderful.* “And you’re here. Why would I be anywhere else?”

“You said we’d do lots of things together on your day off.” *You’d chuckle. He was holding you still against his fuzzy face, deciding to finally open his eyes. They gently glowed a most wonderful golden light.* “You had said that this day would be ‘absolutely lovely’, Avi. Laying in bed all day sounds more lazy than lovely.”

*He’d bring you down to his round belly once more, and finally let go of you. Honestly, part of you wished you’d never be separated from his divinely soft palms, but you figured it was nice to actually stand on your own for once. His golden gaze would turn to you, and a smile would grow on his face.* “Isn’t this absolutely lovely, though?”

“We sleep together every night we can, dear. It’s lovely, but we do it too much to be absolutely lovely.” *You said, sitting down on his belly. You sunk deep into it.*

*Avi rolled his eyes, his smile betraying his argument.* “Ugh, fine. I’ll get out of bed. Just hold on a moment.”

*Avi picked you up in his massive palm, and let out a deep grunt. His body shifted and moved as it got up from his back, uprooting endless amounts of pillows and blankets over his lower half. His bedroom was less of a “room with a bed”, and more of a “mile-wide pit of pillows and blankets”, and he quite liked to bury himself in the deep pit until nothing but his upper-half was visible. The drider’s spidery bottom rose from the sea of pillows like a whale rising from the ocean, his eight legs shooting up and pushing against the surface to help bring up his spider-abdomen. Once he was fully on top of the pillowy water line, Avi would hold onto you tight and grunt as he rolled onto his front.*

*The drider would put you on his shoulder, and stretch all twelve of his limbs - eight legs, four arms - and let out a massive yawn. The yawn would be deafening on your shoulder, yet it’s latent magic would make you feel safe and fluffy inside. After the yawn, Avi would smack his lips a couple times, then turn his head to you.* “Mmmph, there. I am awake. Now, what did I promise you we’d do today, my love?”

“Well…” *Oh God, you thought he was the one to remember that.* “...I’m not sure, honestly. Something about a tea party, some new clothes, and a snuggle pile with the angels? Just… lovely things, I guess.”

“Hmm…” *Avi thought for a moment, then looked down to your clothes. You were in some cute pajamas, and he was wearing some taur-pajama-pants that went around his legs and underbelly. They were fuzzy and wonderfully comfy, but they weren’t exactly appropriate clothing for an all-day date. * “How about we start with some wardrobe changes? These outfits are hardly appropriate beyond breakfast, and I think we slept well past breakfast time. Oh! Wait a second! One thing first!"

*He'd pluck you from his shoulder, and bring you infront of his face. Puckering his massive lips, he'd engulf your upper half in an over-exaggerated kiss. His soft lips would develop you in a wonderful silken hug, surrounding you from all sides. After holding the kiss for a moment (and getting a small lick in), the God would finally pull back.* *"Mwah!* There. You kissed me to get me up, so I had to return the favor."

*He'd put you on his fuzzy shoulder once more, leaving you in a full blush. He’d begin walking through the sea of pillows and blankets, heading towards the exit door. Small bits of fabric and thread would rise from his faux-fur, surrounding and keeping you from falling off from his body as he walked.* “So, what did you plan on wearing today? I was thinking we do something more classic. Perhaps Victorian dress? I’m thinking of maybe a nice red uniform for you, and a big pink dress for me.

*You chuckle as he reaches the massive door out of the pillow sea.* “You’re always so concerned about what we wear. Does it really matter how we dress on our day off?”

*A single finger as thick as your torso boops you on the head.* “It’s called a hobby. Besides, don’t you want to be my loving, well-uniformed protector? We’ll be like that nutcracker story!”

“Have you even read the nutcracker story?” *You asked, trying to not blush at the massive finger giving you snuggles and affection.*

“No.” *He admitted, warm smile undisturbed by your retort.* “But I know the music. That’s good enough, no?”

*You looked away, muttering an embarrassed curse as he scratched your belly like he would a pet. Now, when he was your size, he’d usually opt for under your chin, but at sixty feet tall (his preferred “snuggling size”) Avi could only opt for belly rubs. You hardly minded either way; his affection was wonderful to endure.*

*He’d eventually listen to your playful cries for him to stop petting you. He’d start focusing on actually moving once more, going through the wonderful, fancy plush halls of his giant-sized palace. Massive windows let sunlight stream into the warm hallways, lighting up everything from the fancy wallpapers to the carpet thick enough to use as a bed. Fancy furniture and decorations adorned the place, gold and silver and pretty all over. It was wonderful. It was heaven.*

*...partially because it **was** heaven, in a way.*

*Avi would walk into a smaller - still at least 80 feet tall, for you - doorway, entering into a massive walk-in closet. All across the walls were neatly-assorted clothes of all colors and styles, all fluffy and thick and comfortable. Almost every piece of clothing you could think of was there, and if there wasn’t, it’d only take a couple moments of Avi’s fabric magic to make an addition to this closet. And above the endless shelves and hangers was another, much smaller, set of clothes-filled shelves and hangers. This set was for you, and had just about anything you ever liked in an outfit - though, Avi may have added some poofy faux-fur pieces to some of them. In the back of the room was a small (for Avi) table, covered in a miniature (again, for Avi) rug. This was where you could clothe yourself in this room, without worrying about getting stuck in the thick carpet, or stepped on by Avi. Not that Avi could actually hurt you by stepping on you (he was much too soft), but it was something you’d want to avoid if you actually wanted to get dressed.*

*Placing you down on the dressing table, he’d snap his fingers, and clothes would fly from their neatly-organized shelves. His fabric-mancy would swirl the clothes around you two, before folding themselves in neat little piles on the ground. Looking off the table, you’d see that Avi had laid down a pink, victorian-style dress down for himself, frilly at the ends and with fabric roses adorning the folds. Looking back at your own folded piles of (relatively) tiny clothes, you’d realize that he gave you many more clothing options that he did for himself. There were the Victorian soldier uniforms he suggested earlier - though he made sure to give you plenty of options with the colors - but he also made sure to give you the option of some more modern, fashion-oriented outfits.*

*As he began to get the giant-sized dress on, he’d begin to speak.* “I realized I never got an answer on how you wanted to dress up. So, I gave you some options. Feel free to choose what you wish!”

*You looked at your options. While the modern stuff looked good (though they were flamboyant, as all Avi’s outfits were), you couldn’t help but feel like it’d be good to match Avi for today. So you went for one of the brightly-colored soldier outfits, going for a bright orange instead of the suggested red. Putting it on would be a long, but surprisingly easy process, as Avi knew how to make things easy and comfortable to wear. They didn’t feel tight or stuffy, and the fabric was stretchy enough to move around in easily. In short, it had all the appearance of an antiquated soldier’s outfit, while having none of the downsides of wearing such a fancy and old-fashioned set of clothes. Having a God for a tailor had its benefits.*

*As you put on the finishing touches of the outfit, you’d hear your boyfriend coo behind you. It was loud enough to rumble you to your core.* “Awww! You look *wonderful* in orange! You cute lil’ thing, I knew you’d pick something nice!”

“I mean, of course you like it. *You* picked this outfit for me.” *You say, finishing up the last bit of dress.* “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something so bright and antiquated… but I suppose it’d look cute to match for today.”

*You were going to say something as you turned around, but you were caught off-guard by the sight of Avi leaning over you, clad in his wonderful, rosy pink dress. You should’ve gotten used to how he could pull almost any look off if he cared about it, but you never stopped getting surprised by how good he looked, sometimes. The rose-pink of the dress blended perfectly with his purple fabric, his long pink hair completing the feminine look he was going for. His dress was draped over his spider-abdomen, tailored perfectly for his drider body. He really did look like a victorian princess, if that victorian princess was a 60 foot spider with glowing eyes.*

“Arachnid got your tongue?” *He teased, a massive hand picking you up.* “That’s alright. I prefer my lover-soldiers to be the strong, silent type. Though I will say, your blush compliments the orange of your uniform perfectly!”

“No it doesn’t!” *You squeak back, placed on his fuzzy shoulder once more.* “And you don’t like silent types either! You like people who loudly and shamelessly fawn over you!”

“You’re right.” *He said, shooting a coy look to you.* “That’s why I love you, my fawning, shameless lil’ thing~”

*You babbled some flustered nonsense, utterly defeated by his teasing. You’d cover your face with your gloved hands, and motion to the door.* “Abbabh- just, get to where you’re going, alright?”

“Alright, dear.”

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*His garden was something out of a fairytale - flowers as big as your torso, vines so thick you could walk on them, and vine swings and soft mossy benches made of wood growing out of the ground. And that was if you were *Avi’s* size. At your puny, mortal size, all of this was too big to comprehend. Everything was big enough to get lost in, and beautiful enough that you wouldn’t care about it. Hell, some of the flowers were big enough to sleep in, and would close around you to keep you warm as you did so. It was hard to overstate how much this was heaven, in the best way possible.*

*He’d place you down on a garden table, setting you beside a miniature chair and table for yourself. You were sure it looked comical to the giant God, but he seemed to infatuated with your looks (and his outfit, probably) to condescend. He’d reach around to his spider-back and pull out a tea time platter. Half of the objects on it was massive, and the other half was tiny. Placing it down on the table, he’d levitate the tiny objects to you, and the massive platter to him. You’d look down to your table as he assorted all of the lovely objects with his magic. There was a proper set of tea and tea accessories, as well as a glass of water and a huge (for you) plate of pastries and biscuits. You’d look up to your plushie God, who was already stuffing himself silly on the biscuits.* “Erm, uh, thank you, dear.”

“No problem, love.” *He’d say, thoroughly engrossed in his pastries. For a moment, he’d pause his eating, a mischievous look in his face.* “I may need you to finish my plate, though. I’m not that hungry.”

“That was the worst lie I’ve ever heard.” *You said, smirking. You know he already made his decision, but you were still gonna grill him about it* “Besides, those pastries are like twice the size of me. I’d die of a heart attack before I got through half of that thing.”

*He was already handing over a chocolate croissant the size of a truck to you, plopping it down with an earth-quaking *thwomp!* “Thanks, dear. I really didn’t know what I’d do without your appetite.”

*You’d grumble something, before returning to your tea. Him and his stupid jokes. At the very least, you felt nice. The pastries were delicious, as was the tea. Your uniform was comfy and pretty all at once, and your lover was happy and similarly pretty in his dress, even when he was practically inhaling pastries.*

*You found yourself inhaling pastries as well, their taste being absolutely divine. You weren’t sure if Avi or his angels cooked them up, but you hoped that whoever they were was compensated well for their work. The tea complimented the taste of the various pastries - especially with some sugar added. Your only worry was your weight - a worry that Avi didn’t have to share - but you were sure that he could wish the pounds away or something. Or, maybe he couldn’t; these pastries were so delicious that maybe an inch on your waistline was worth it.*

*The plate of pastries would slowly empty out for the both of you, Avi patting his plush belly as he swallowed the last one. You’d groan yourself, somehow feeling peckish after all that wonderful food. Avi would smile, brushing some icing off his face.* “My, I don’t think you’re done yet, dear.”

*You looked to him. He motioned to the gigantic croissant sitting beside you. You shook your head.* “No. Avi, I’m *mortal.* I’d die if I ate that thing.”

*He did a fake pout.* “You’re not even gonna try? I promise you, it’s wonderful~”

*You sighed, and stood up. Sitting beside the massive thing, you rip off a layer of puff pastry, and shove it in your mouth. It was just as delicious, sweet and addicting. You hmph.* “I’m only doing this ‘cause I’m still hungry, somehow. As soon as I’m full, I’m stopping.”

“Oh, I just want to see you try.” *He said, gently.* “You’re just so cute when you eat!”

*Ugh. So he just wanted to look at you more. Oh well, there’s worse things you could do. You begin shoveling handfuls of croissant and chocolate into your mouth, slowly eating a hole into the pastry. At some point, you decide to forego the handfuls and just eat with your mouth. It was so good, it was hypnotizing. You lost yourself to the pastry, and before long you’ve eaten quite a hefty chunk of it. How many pounds did you eat? Could your stomach even fit that much into it?*

*One moment, you felt fine. The next, you felt disastrously overfull. Not enough to be nauseous, but enough to stop eating and pull back from the hole you’ve made in the croissant. You groaned, and sat back, rubbing crumbs off your face and chest.* “Mmmph. There. I’m full. Jackass.”

*Your eyes felt droopy. Oh dear, you got yourself quite the food coma. You’d feel Avi’s soft hands pick you up, and his fuzzy warmth would surround you. You’d look up to his soft gaze, sticking your chocolatey tongue out at him.* “You gave me a food coma, idiot.”

*He chuckled, then held you to his soft, plush belly. His dress fabric would be smooth and soft; a nigh-perfect mattress for you. His silky, soft voice would come across your ears, lulling you more into a slumber.* “Well, then we’ll have to snuggle for a bit. I’ll wake you up after an hour. Sweet dreams~”

*You groaned, snuggling into his plush belly. You know, even if you were tricked into a nap so soon after waking up, you didn’t really mind. You were beside your boyfriend, full of good food (maybe not so much nutritionally, though), and dressed in fine, comfy clothes.*

*This was shaping up to be an absolutely lovely day.*