Peter Parker/She-Hulk Side Stories - New York Love

The city was in chaos. Buildings crumbled, streets split open, and the sky was painted with fiery trails of falling debris. The invasion had come without warning, plunging New York into a state of terror. Alien ships hovered ominously, releasing waves of grotesque creatures onto the helpless city below.

Peter Parker, better known to the world as Spider-Man, swung through the carnage, his mind racing to keep up with the unfolding disaster. He had faced many threats before, but nothing on this scale. The aliens were unlike anything he had ever seen—towering, multi-limbed monstrosities with armour that deflected most conventional weapons.

Spider-Man landed on a rooftop, taking a moment to assess the situation. His enhanced senses tingled, alerting him to incoming danger. He spun around just in time to dodge a blast of energy that scorched the rooftop where he had stood a second before.

"Whoa! Okay, that's new," he muttered, scanning for the source of the attack.

Below him, the streets were a battlefield. The Avengers were scattered, each member engaged in fierce combat with the alien invaders. Spider-Man spotted Iron Man darting through the sky, firing repulsor blasts at the ships. Thor's hammer crackled with lightning as he brought it down on a group of aliens, and Captain America's shield ricocheted off the heads of several enemies.

Spider-Man launched himself off the rooftop, firing webs at two nearby aliens. He yanked them off their feet and swung them into a wall with a satisfying crunch. He landed in the midst of a group of smaller creatures. They lunged at him with sharp claws and teeth, but he was too fast. He dodged, his movements a blur as he delivered a series of punches and kicks.

He flipped over one alien, webbing it to the ground as he landed. Another tried to grab him from behind, but he twisted out of its grasp and delivered a powerful kick to its head. The alien staggered back, giving Spider-Man the opportunity to hit it with a heavy fist, sending it sprawling.

"Come on, is that all you got? I had more issues with that wrestler guy down on 6th street," he taunted, leaping onto a lamppost and using it to catapult himself into another group of aliens. He landed in the middle of them "You ain't going nowhere I got you for three minutes!" he said as he started fighting, his fists and feet moving faster than the eye could follow.

One alien, larger than the others, charged at him. Spider-Man leapt into the air, shooting a web at a nearby lamppost and swinging out of the way. The alien crashed into the lamppost, bending it with the force of the impact. Spider-Man used the momentum to swing back around, delivering a double-kick to the alien's chest. It fell to the ground, dazed.

Spider-Man landed gracefully and turned to face another wave of enemies. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever. He needed to find a way to turn the tide of the battle.

As the battle raged on, Spider-Man fought with relentless determination. His mind raced with strategies, his instincts guiding his every move. He ducked under a swipe from a particularly nasty-looking alien and countered with a web blast that glued its claws to the ground, before sending an uppercut that destroyed its helmet and almost shattered its jaw. Another alien lunged at him from the side, but he sidestepped it and delivered a powerful jumping punch that sent it flying.

A loud crash drew his attention, and he saw a building start to collapse. Without a second thought, he shot a web at the falling debris, using all his strength to pull it away from the people trapped below. He gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he held the heavy rubble in place just long enough for the civilians to escape. He let go, letting the debris crash harmlessly to the ground.

"Get to safety!" he shouted to the fleeing crowd. "I've got this!"

An alien ship hovered above him, its underside opening to reveal a massive cannon. Spider-Man's spider-sense flared, and he dove out of the way just as a beam of energy obliterated the spot where he had been standing. He looked up, eyes narrowing. "Did my Ex send you? Sue definitely does know how to hold a grudge," he chucked. He had to take out that ship.

He shot a web at a nearby building and swung upwards, gaining momentum. As he soared through the air, he aimed another web at the ship, hitting it squarely. He pulled himself towards the ship, flipping in mid-air to avoid another energy blast. He landed on the hull, clinging to the metal surface as he made his way towards the cannon.

The ship's exterior was hot and slick, but Spider-Man's grip was steady. He reached the cannon and started webbing it up, his rapid movements turning the weapon into a cocoon of sticky webbing. The cannon sputtered and sparked, unable to fire.

"One down, a million to go," he muttered, leaping off the ship as it started to lose altitude. He swung back down to the street, landing amidst another group of aliens.

This time, they were ready for him. They attacked in unison, their movements coordinated and deadly. Spider-Man fought back with everything he had, but he was starting to tire. He dodged a swipe from one alien, only to be hit from behind by another. He stumbled, pain flaring in his side.

"Okay, that hurt," he groaned, forcing himself to keep moving. He couldn't afford to slow down, not now.

He flipped over another alien, landing on its back and webbing its eyes. It roared in frustration, swinging blindly as he jumped off and kicked it into its companions. He spun around, firing webs in all directions, creating a barrier between himself and the advancing aliens. But he was running out of web fluid, and his body was aching from the constant fighting.

Spider-Man took a deep breath, centring himself. The chaos of the battle reminded him of his first ever true fight has Spider-Man, the one against Tombstone on the Brooklyn Bridge. "I hope this one goes a little better than that," he said with a chuckle. 

He spotted a group of civilians trapped in a nearby building, the entrance blocked by debris. He swung over and started clearing the rubble, using his strength to lift the heavy chunks of concrete. The aliens saw what he was doing and moved to stop him, but he webbed up the street using a web grenade, creating a barrier that would hold them off for a few precious moments.

"Go, go, go!" he urged the civilians, helping them through the opening he had created. Once they were safe, he turned to face the approaching aliens.

He was outnumbered, but he refused to give up. He fought with renewed ferocity, using every trick in his arsenal to keep the aliens at bay. He leapt and swung, his movements a blur as he dodged attacks and delivered punishing blows, but even he had his limits. As he landed a punch on one alien, another grabbed him from behind, lifting him off the ground. He struggled, but its grip was like iron. It raised him high, ready to slam him into the ground.

And then, a green blur smashed into the alien, sending it sprawling. Spider-Man landed on his feet, staring in shock at his unexpected saviour.

She-Hulk, her green skin glistening with sweat and dust, stood before him, her powerful muscles rippling as she took down alien after alien. But even she was struggling. A particularly large alien, towering over her, had her pinned against a wall.

Spider-Man didn't hesitate. He launched himself at the alien, kicking it with both feet. The force of the impact sent it stumbling back, freeing She-Hulk.

"Need a hand?" he quipped, landing next to her.

She-Hulk grinned, despite the situation. "I don't know do you have any Alien pummelling experience."

"I'm a quick learner."

They fought side by side. She-Hulk's raw power complemented Spider-Man's agility. She-Hulk grabbed one alien and threw it into the air where Spider-Man swung by and hit them to the ground.

But the large alien that had been giving She-Hulk trouble wasn't finished yet. It roared in fury, charging at them. Spider-Man and She-Hulk braced themselves. The alien was a behemoth, its massive frame dwarfing them both. Its armour was thick and strong, its eyes glowing with malevolence. It moved with surprising speed, swinging a massive arm at She-Hulk. She dodged, but just barely, the air whooshing past her as the arm missed.

Spider-Man leapt onto the alien's back, trying to find a weak spot. He webbed its eyes, blinding it momentarily, but it shook him off with a violent twist. He landed hard, pain shooting through his side, but he forced himself back to his feet.

She-Hulk took advantage of the distraction, delivering a powerful punch to the alien's midsection. It staggered but didn't fall. It swung at her again, and this time it connected, sending her flying into a building.

"Hey ugly!" Spider-Man shouted, worry slicing through him. He slid through the alien's leg and shot a web at its head, pulling himself up and delivering a double kick to its face. It roared in pain and fury, its arms flailing as it tried to grab him. He dodged and weaved, staying just out of its reach.

He spotted She-Hulk getting back to her feet, shaking off the debris. She caught his eye and nodded, a silent agreement passing between them.

She-Hulk charged, her powerful legs propelling her forward with incredible speed. She hit the alien with the force of a freight train, knocking it off balance. Spider-Man swung in from the side, delivering a spin kick to its head.

The alien roared, its eyes blazing with anger. It swung at them both, but they were too fast. They dodged and countered. She-Hulk grabbed one of its arms and twisted, using her immense strength to snap the limb. The alien howled in pain, its defences weakening.

Spider-Man saw his chance. He leapt onto the alien's back, webbing its remaining arm to its body. It struggled, but he held on, using every ounce of his strength to keep it pinned. She-Hulk delivered a final, devastating punch to its head, and the alien finally fell, crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact.

They stood over the fallen creature, breathing heavily. Finally able to relax for a moment. "Thanks for the help," She-Hulk said, looking at him quite intensely, she inspected his body almost like her eyes had X-ray capabilities. If Peter had to put a word on it he would say it was slightly obsessive.

"All in a day's work," Peter said giving a two-finger salute before shooting a web and continuing to rescue civilians.

She-hulk just stood there for a moment grinding her legs together as she thought about the costumed hero.

...

New York was slowly returning to its usual rhythm, the scars of the recent invasion beginning to heal. The streets were bustling again, though remnants of the battle still marked the city. Spider-Man swung through the familiar urban canyons, savouring the relative peace.

Spider-Man was patrolling the city from above. His senses were on high alert, scanning for any signs of trouble. He felt a strange sense of vigilance, a nagging feeling that someone was watching him. He shrugged it off, chalking it up to the residual tension from the battle.

As he swung past the financial district, he heard the unmistakable sounds of a robbery in progress. He changed course, heading towards the commotion. Below, a group of masked men were holding up a jewellery store, their guns trained on the terrified employees.

"Typical," Spider-Man muttered, descending rapidly. He landed amid the robbers, his sudden appearance startling them.

"Hey, fellas," he quipped, "isn't it a little cliché to rob a jewellery store?"

Before they could react, he webbed their guns, yanking them out of their hands. The robbers lunged at him, but he easily dodged their attacks, his reflexes and agility making him an elusive target. He dispatched them one by one, tying them up with his webs and leaving them for the police.

As he swung away, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. It was the same sensation he had felt earlier, a prickling at the back of his neck that set his spider-sense tingling. He glanced around but saw nothing unusual.

Days passed, and the feeling persisted. Every time he went out on patrol, he had the eerie sensation of being followed. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it gnawed at him. He tried to ignore it, focusing on his work. He stopped muggings, thwarted burglaries, and helped those in need, but the feeling never left.

One evening, as he swung through the city, he decided to confront his unseen stalker. He deliberately altered his usual route, taking unpredictable turns and doubling back on himself. He landed on a rooftop, hiding in the shadows as he waited.

Minutes passed, and then he saw her. She-Hulk, her emerald skin unmistakable even in the dim light, was following him from a distance. She moved with a surprising grace for someone of her size, her eyes fixed on the path he had taken.

"Jen?" he whispered to himself, puzzled.

He watched her for a moment longer, trying to understand her intentions. She had fought beside him during the invasion. Why was she following him now?

He decided it was time to find out. He leapt from his hiding spot, landing silently behind her. She-Hulk spun around, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Peter," she said, her voice a mix of relief and something else he couldn't quite identify.

"Why are you following me, Jen?" he asked, stepping closer.

She hesitated, her eyes darting away. "I wanted to talk to you."

"We could have just met up for coffee or something. You didn't need to play the stalker card," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's not that simple," she replied, her voice tense.

Peter blinked, "What's wrong?"

She stepped closer. "You were amazing out there, Peter. You saved so many lives, and you fought with such courage. I... I've never met anyone like you."

"Jen, I—"

Before he could finish, she grabbed him by the shoulders, her grip firm but not painful. She pulled him towards her, her eyes locked onto his. He could see the intensity in her gaze, it was the same look he saw before, the borderline obsession.

"Jen, wait—"

She didn't give him a chance to protest. She pressed her lips to his, the kiss filled with a desperate passion that took him by surprise. He felt the wall behind him crack under the force of her push, the impact nearly pushing the wind out of him. She stood a head taller than him and her body was quite a bit more muscle as well, however, her breasts were incredibly large and a lot softer than you'd think was possible.

Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, he felt a little uneasy not wearing his mask —since she ripped it off when she kissed him. Peter was a healthy young man, he didn't have a girlfriend and hadn't had sex with anyone in nearly a year. So needless to say his dick almost ripped out of his pants and his body roamed the heavy muscular body of Jen.

However, his favourite part he soon discovered was her ass. He'd never felt a more muscular and shapely ass than the one under his grip now; Jen moaned into his mouth when he squeezed it. He knew he didn't need to be careful with his strength due to how durable she was, he looked down and noticed Jen was leaking through her costume. She was almost grinding herself on Peter at this point and it only made him harder.

His hands went up to her massive tits and he ripped her costume open letting them spill out. Large green breasts accompanied by nipples a couple of shades darker made Peters's balls start to ache. His brown eyes made contact with Jennifer's green ones and they both knew it was time to move on. Her hands traced down his suit and yanked down his pants exposing his cock to the cold New York air.

She felt her desire grow as her hand grasped it, despite her being bigger than Peter her hand fit perfectly around it. She had to stifle a moan as she imagined him taking her with the monster between his legs. "Feel how wet I am Peter..." she whispered as she guided his hand to her groin where she slid her costume to the side exposing her pussy.

Peter licked his lips when he saw her juices drip onto the ground. "My apartment isn't far from here..." he said in a low tone.

...

Peter was almost thrown onto the bed when they reached his bedroom, his poor suit had been ripped off by Jen beforehand and now he lay down with his cock standing proud. Jen stood in front of him taking off her own clothes, she was almost as muscular as he was though it suited her body and didn't detract from her femininity in any way. She crawled onto the bed —the bed squeaking in protest— and let her massive breasts brush against his hard shaft. She rubbed her pussy lips spreading her juices on her hand before she moved it to Peters's cock, wetting the tip and making it ready.

"I hope you don't break..." Jen said with a sultry grin.

"I do too," Peter said with a nervous chuckle.

Jen climbed on top of him raising one leg and aiming his cock at her entrance. Peter felt her juices flowing over him as she rubbed him across her labia, he could feel a scorching heat coming from her hole when she pressed his cock against it. She dropped down slightly and Peter groaned grabbing his meaty thighs with his hands. Her pussy was tight, every inch that he slipped inside of her was like he was putting a condom on. Except it was hot and wet. "YES!" Jen moaned as sunk down on him bottoming out, she let her leg go down so they were in line with Peters.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, not due to the pain, but the incredible pleasure they both felt. Both Jen and Peter were on the edge of cumming; Peter due to how tight Jen was and how her pussy seemed to convulse around him. Jen was due to how hard Peters's cock was and how deeply it reached inside her, she loved having sex in this form but she couldn't have sex with regular men as her cunt would crush their cocks when she came. Peters didn't break under her pussy and it made her excited to see how far things would go. 'I was right about you...' she thought to herself.

Slowly she started rocking back and forth on his cock. Peter closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he basked in the pleasure, the tight suction her pussy had around his cock was incredible and he was going to blow his load any minute now. "Aaaaaaahh Peter! You're... so hard!" She moaned as she started to increase her pace. She was way too durable to feel anything other than pleasure during sex, so she had no problem ramming his fat cock straight up to her cervix.

Peter groaned as she slammed down on him her ass cheek rippling every time she did, her tits bounced around like crazy, and he reached up and grabbed them punching her erect nipples "YESSSSS!!!!" She screamed, Peter had triggered her orgasm and now she was cumming incredibly hard on his cock while she proceeded to impale herself in him. Peter noticed she was slowing down and wouldn't let that happen, he grabbed her by the waist using his sticky power to keep it attached and began using his super strength to slam her back down on his cock.

"OH MY FUCKKKK!!!" Jennifer cursed as she fell forward pressing her tits to his face where he grabbed a hold of one of her nipples and began sucking on it. She had yet to peak in her orgasm and so the pleasure just kept getting high and high as Peter used her. Though soon Peter reached the point of no return and his cock started twitching.

"JEN!" He groaned as he started shooting jets of cum straight into her womb, so much came out that it exploded out of her pussy. Despite both of them cumming they were still not even close to being satiated; Peter flipped their position placing Jen on her back. She was sweating slightly and her six-pack glistened, he ran his tongue over her abs and up the centre of her breasts before kissing her on the mouth.

As he kissed her he realigned his dick with her gaping hole and thrust forward. He thrust with so much strength the bed shattered and fell to the ground, but it didn't deter him as he drew back and thrust into her again making the bed slam against the wall. "YES PETER MORE!!!" Jen moaned as she raised her legs spreading them wide for him. Peter loved her muscular legs and he grabbed both of them putting them on his shoulders, he sucked on her calves as he bent her in half penetrating her so deeply that her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.

She had cum so many times all she could do was moan, her muscles flexed as he grabbed Peters's neck and pulled him into a kiss. Despite how wet she was her pussy was still griping him so tightly, it was as if he was getting a hand job as well. With another grunt, he pushed himself as deeply inside her as he could and released another load of cum.

Peter wasn't done yet however, there was still one more thing he had to see and he flipped Jen around almost releasing another load as he looked at her incredibly round ass. She arched her back and placed her head on the mattress for him as he lined himself up in her pussy. Though if he was honest her green-ringed anal cavity was looking very tempting, especially now it twitched and winked at him.

Peter thrust forward watching her ass ripple at the force. "This will never get old," he said to himself as he began pounding her from behind, everything about her ass turned him on and as he continued to thrust inside of her he ran his finger around her anus which made her pussy tighten around him. "Peter!!!" She moaned almost desperately.

*SMACK*

"AAAAAHHH!!!" Jen tightened around him again as he slapped her ass. He did it again which made her pussy start to convulse as she fell into another orgasm. As Peter kept fucking her he slipped a finger into her anus and sunk it in entirely. This drove Jen wild and she started to move back into Peters's cock slamming herself against it as she moaned like a whore. If Peter were a normal person his pelvis would've been shattered by now, but he was built differently and so he met her thrusts with ones of his own which made them both go crazy.

Eventually, Peter started cumming inside her filling her up with his seed once again. He took a deep breath as he looked at the clock, they had been doing this for 3 hours now.

"Fuck!" Peter hissed out as Jen had spun around engulfing his cock in her mouth and taking him deep into her throat.

"I hope you're not done yet," she said with a smirk.

(AN: Trying something new, adding a bit more story before the sexy times)