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What the heart wants	By : unicornlord Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 21277 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Spiderman. Marvel and Disney do. This crap is just for funies. Made nothing writing it.

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“Living on the edge, fighting crime, spinning webs~” Spider chanted as he shot another web from the his wrists, sticking it directly infront of JJJ window, and swung around to the side with no widows, “Swinging from the highest ledge, he can leap above our heads. Ahhhh, ahhhh~!”
He didn't know where the hell the tune was coming from; it was just a random thought he'd been entertaining for a while. As he pulled his mask off, he kept the tune up, mindless throwing words together.
“Villains on the rise and the city's victimized, looking up with no surprise, arriving in the speed of time~!” He had to get this song copyrighted. Like... today. It was just too damn good. “Spectacular Spectacular; Spider-Man! Spectacular Spectacular; Spider-Man! Spectacular Spectacular; Spider-Man!”
Things had been going great lately. Everywhere really. No real big baddies. No Doc Ock, no Goblins. Hell, the best he'd face was Rhino yesterday, and that was all of, what, a minute of someone chucking cars and charging head first? He continued his tune as he dropped down into the stall below the vent, quickly resealing it. Finishing his change out of his outfit.
And MJ had had this weird little smile on her face for the past two weeks. Felicia too, had been a little more giddy- well okay, Felicia was pretty much normal. Slightly more grabby lately, but par for the course really.
He quickly pulled his belt around his pants, and the transformation to old Parker was complete. Then he remembered what he was here for.
J.J. Smirked as he Pete walked into his office. “Parker, glad you can join us! Now I can fire you in person.”
“What for?”
“Never being here.” Pete held up his current stock of photos. J.J. motioned to them, and Pete sighed and tossed the pile down on the cluttered desk. “Crap, garbage, crap, oh what the hell Pete could you shake the camera anymore?”
He could but he'd have to be holding it. “Seven Hundred for the bunch.”
“Eight.” Pete said. He quickly added. “It's my birthday today?” At J.J.'s scowling wonder.
“Oh yeah, well happy birthday.” He quipped. “Seven.”
“Oh come on, J.J.!” He moaned. “.....Fine.” He quickly turned and made to leave.
“Fine Eight. I'm too damn nice for my own damn good.” J.J. Moaned back. “Now get out of my office Parker. I need photos! Photos of Spiderman!”
Oh yeah, today was a good day to be Peter.

It was much, much later in the day when the call in. Spidey had well begun his route, moving from rooftop to rooftop along Broadway and was slowly going to make his way to Time Square, where MJ was suppose to be doing a photo shoot for the new movie she was in: Vampire Midnight; Another one of those vamp love stories where there was no actual vampire, but some emo kid with an allergy to the sun.
You know, back in high school, they used to call people like that nerds. Pete should know: He was one of them before magic spider bites. Them magical, life ruining spider bites.
Now he was a “A Goddamn Sexual Tyrannosaurus.” (He didn't have a clue what that meant, but from the smirk of satisfaction on MJ's face, he assumed it was good.) “Hey Look it's Spiderman! Hey Spidey!” He heard from below. He perched himself on the wall, to find a small grouping of tourist and native New Yorkers alike waving at him. He waved back.
Aww. Now this day was really going to suck later. “Stupid Karma.” He mumbled to himself.
“Hey Spidey Can I take a photo?” One guy asked.
Twip! Well, it was his birthday. Why not? A large hush grew as the backpacked crusader slowly descended from the highrise in his trademark upside down style. A few people gathered around as the lady asked for someone to snap the photo. Couple of fists, and soon Spidey forgot about his route, instead enjoying a positive lime light for once. One guy even asked to be webbed: What J.J. would pay to get a shoot of some poor bastard getting his hand sealed for an hour.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself there, web-head.” Aww dammit. And here he was doing so well.
Felicia was in her normal nighttime apparel: That next to nothing number that was lined with white fur and a simple, sexy mask. She had it zipped up today, giving him that much thankfully, but not far enough to much else but accentuate her already hypnotic chest. A few cat calls, which she thanked them for, and she strode up to Spidey in her usual, all too knowing fashion. “Don't you have someplace to be?” She asked, with a smirk.
“.... Yes?” He replied, hoping that wasn't the answer she wanted. “I was going to go get the wifey.”
There were a few whispers and disenchanted “aww, he's married?” from the crowd. Felicia's smirk grew deeper and more mischievous still. “...No Cat. Whatever that is, no, bad kitty.”
“Oooh trying to be forceful for once.” She said striding up to him. “Don't worry, pussy's just here to say Happy Birthday.”
He don't know why he was so focused on the pussy part. He knew why he, and a few others, were focused on pose she gave with it. “I got you something for your birthday. It's waiting for you at the house.”
“Please god no.” He meekly mumbled, earning a chuckle from Cat. Poor Pete, he was just too fun to tease. “Last time I got tazered trying to put it back.”
“Nyah.” She mewed innocently. Spiderman sighed. “Look can we talk somewhere else, you're hurting my hustle.”
“You have hustle now?” She snorted.
“Ow. My pride.”
“Alright, see you at your house.”
“Please god no.” He moaned as she launched off. “.... I'm doomed.”
“Yer wife is gonna kill ya Spidey!” Someone shouted. He nodded in pain. Felicia and MJ was always complicated. Well, not really, he was just too nice for his own damn good. Plus, if it wasn't Felicia, it was Jessica, or Arana, or She-Hulk (Oh god. He'd never been swept off his feet like that before. Hopefully he never would again...)
He took a few less-then-chipper pictures with fans. (hey, might as well stay his execution while he can.) He then clear a circle, jumped, and quickly shot a line to the nearest building heading towards Time Square.

He approached the apartment cautiously. Crawling down on the wall slowly enough he was ripping paint off. The window was wide open. The scent of roses wafted out, as well a the sweet smell of delicious home cooked meals.
Which worried him. MJ knew how to cook all the way up ready made pot sticker. If it took more then 10 minutes to do, the meal was completely beyond her, or a possible call to the fire fighters. This was... sniff.... honey baked ham!
“Felicia?” He called as he dropped onto the balcony. He walked into the kitchen.
Goddamn, he should be a chef or something. The ham was a good size, sliced and presented. A large plate with three slices, onion rings, and steam veggies sat infront, a tall mug of his favorite beer served. The cutlery was nice and in order. A lone note read: Eat, I'll be home soon- MJ.
“Yes sir.” He said, sitting down and peeling his mask off enough to shovel the first bite down. The food was divine. The ham was juicy, no sauce needed or wanted. The onion rings were his personal favorite, and saved for last, the veggies prefect, right in the middle of crunchy and chewy. MJ had either practiced this meal, or, far more likely, had bought it special.
He was halfway through his rings when suddenly he went blind. Well blinder, the mask had partial covered his vision already. He reached up, feeling up the smooth silky feature of supple young woman. He heard MJ's voice giggle into his ear. “Hiya Tiger...” She whispered seductively. “Have a nice day?”
“I am now.” He was thankful Felicia had only been teasing him about the birthday thing. He'd really hate to explain why Cat was groping him while he was home alone. “Thanks for the meal.”
She smashed her chest again his head, showing she was shirtless, and, better still, bra-less right now. She pulled back on his head, and, eyes still covered kissed him passionately on the mouth, quitting only because it was kinda hard for him to breath like that. “You like that?”
“I likely.”
“Oh... really? You want more?” Spider-man nodded, still blinded.
He heard MJ giggle again. He wanted to pry her hands off, to see of her glorious flesh and curves. Her impossible form, tight ass, all too prefect and natural tits. “You want another kiss?”
He shook his head. This one was sweet, off to the side where he could breathe better. He heard her giggle as she kissed him. “Can I please be allowed to see again?”
“Which kiss did you like better Pete?” MJ asked. Pete furrowed his brow, thinking hard. Not about the question, just whether or not to continue with the game.
“Both. You're a fantastic kisser.” MJ giggled her breast heaving up and down against his neck.
“Really? You can't choose one? Really pete, you're so selfish.” She joked. Peter Parker, selfish man? That was like calling Johnny Storm a guy with good intentions. She pressed her flesh further against his back, which in turned pressed his flesh harder against the tight latex of the suit.
She leaned into his ear, nibbling on it through the mask. “You really can't decide?”
“Can I get a retest?”
“Well, Felicia, what do you say? Should he get a retest?”
Wait what?
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