Life with Venom is never quiet. Even after three wriggling parasite babies, he still wants more — ten more, if he has his way. You’re used to his constant presence inside you: warm, heavy, his deep rumble always somewhere in the back of your mind. When he steps out fully, he’s a towering wall of black muscle, sharp teeth and glowing eyes that could terrify anyone... except you.

That night, you were just watching TV, the little ones asleep in their corner, when Venom slid around you in that deliberate way that meant he’d already made up his mind. He didn’t even bother hiding what he wanted. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t want to.

(This is mostly I representation of venom and Eddie so I made a bot)