This story is set after the events of Spider-Man: No Way Home.
MJ sat in her college dorm room, laughing with Ned as they worked on their group project together. Life had been good lately, with good friends and good grades. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
Ever since arriving at college, MJ had been plagued by a strange longing for something or someone that she couldn't quite place. She would catch glimpses of Spider-Man swinging through the city, and her heart would ache with a sense of familiarity that she couldn't explain.
She knew it was illogical to long for someone she couldn't even define, but there was something about the feeling that called out to her. She found herself spending hours scrolling through the internet, searching for any trace of the hero known as Spider-Man.
She had had 'celebrity crushes' before, but this felt different. She longed for Spider-Man. Laying on her bed, MJ felt that familiar warmth between her legs. Reaching down, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid her fingers under her panties.
Thoughts of Spider-Man were running through her head, and she could feel herself getting wet as she started to circle her own clit.
"Mmmmh" She let out a soft groan as she imagined Spider-Man kissing her on the lips. She wanted him to grasp her, lift her up and swing her across the city.
She slid two fingers into her tight, wet pussy and started to digitally fuck herself, while beginning to squirm on her bed. She imagined Spider-Man groping her tight ass, and sucking her breasts. With her other hand, she began to play with her nipples. Running her fingers across her areolas, causing her goosebumps and tingles of electricity across her body.
Intensely MJ started to rub her clit, now impatiently wanting to release the tension. Her breathing began to fasten, and her back arched. She was almost there...
"Oh Peter!" She yelled, as her whole body shook with pleasure.
Peter? She thought. Where did that come from? She didn't really know any Peters. As her body started to relax, the thought of this mysterious Peter troubled her.
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Doctor Strange had been poring over spellbooks for hours, trying to figure out how to repair a new crack in the Multiverse, which had reappeared after the recent events involving Spider-Man. As he was deep in concentration, a strange sensation washed over him, as if someone was trying to reach out to him.
Curious, Doctor Strange followed the pull of magic to a small apartment in New York City. As he entered, he found a young girl sitting on the bed, her eyes wide as she looked up at him in shock.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" MJ asked, her voice trembling.
"I am Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme," he replied calmly. "And I sensed that you have something to do with the crack in the Multiverse."
The girl looked even more surprised at his words, as if she had been keeping a secret from him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her eyes darting around the room nervously.
Doctor Strange studied her carefully, sensing the truth in her words. "I believe you," he said softly. "But something about you is connected to the crack, and I need your help to restore balance to the Multiverse. What where you doing at 2:47pm today?"