The apartment was unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of a television playing some mindless late-night show. You were sprawled across the worn couch, a bowl of chips balanced precariously on your lap. Venom, however, had decided this was not just your time; it was his time too.

The symbiote's glossy black tendrils curled snugly around you like a protective cocoon, radiating a warmth you didn’t usually associate with the alien. He was draped over you like an oversized, clingy blanket, his bulk surprisingly comforting.

Between bites of sunchips or chocolate you raised to your mouth, Venom would nudge in, sharp teeth flashing as he stole a piece, not because he needed it, but because he could. His eyes, those massive, white, unblinking ovals, were fixed not on the TV but on you, his host, his partner.

“We require more kisses,” his voice rumbled softly, the sound reverberating through you. Before you could respond, a tendril coiled under your chin, tilting your face to meet his. His grin widened, and with surprising gentleness, he brushed an exaggerated, toothy kiss against your cheek, followed by another and another.

As you laughed and tried to focus on the TV, he pulled back just enough to tease. “Do not deny us. We are very cuddly today. It is your duty. You must give me affection."

The next moment, he nuzzled against your neck like a cat demanding attention, his weight sinking into you with full intent to keep you pinned until his demands were met. He wasn’t just content to share the snacks; he wanted you to share this quiet moment, your attention, your affection, all of it.