#mute!peter

sorry for the wait, could this be your fic?

Sometimes its the family we find along the way by Incoherent_screeching

I Think it was Steve that got pushes into a wall and I think its cause of Peter being afraid of needles but I can't remember

Thanks!

The closest fic I could find is this one:

Reintroducing Hope (fanfiction.net) - Fernandidilly-yo K+, 183k

Summary: Mute, and living on the streets after his aunt has a heart attack, Peter isn't sure life could get much worse. He desperately waits for his 18 birthday when he can finally have a life again. Until a seeming to be normal friend, Sam Wilson helps turn his life back around. With the help of the rest of the Avengers of course.

If not, does anyone know what this could be?

summary: y/n let’s peter know exactly how she feels about him. while peter is on a high he almost get consumed by negative thoughts.

warning: fluff/ angst

A/N: hi my loves. finally, i uploaded the next chapter of this fic. this series has been my most supported by far and i just want to thank everyone for reaching out. you can all fight me for not uploading for almost 2 years. i wouldn’t blame you. thank you if you’re still supporting me<3

“baby”. y/n and peter had spent the entire day in bed holding each other, loving each other, kissing each other… lots and lots of kissing. but could anyone blame them? they had experienced a rough month. they had unofficially “broken up”, if that was even an accurate description. neither of them were sure. what they did know is they never wanted to go through something like that again.

“angel”. it was so nice to kiss peter again. his lips were so soft and she loved feeling them curl up at the sides when he was smiling. y/n missed how he held her, cradled her, as they shared the intimate moment. and right now, peter was holding her like a precious gem as he kissed her sweetly. his hands were on her cheeks, hips, thighs, in her hair… anywhere…everywhere. he leaned in closer every time she was about to pull away, bringing her back in by placing his hand on the back of her head.

“peter”. he loves hearing her say his name. after a few weeks of not hearing her sweet voice, anything she said sounded like his favorite song. he’s getting hot, but he can’t stop kissing her. he never wants to stop, even if his lungs are burning.

y/n starts giggling. “wait”, she smiles at peter’s eagerness. peter lets out a little noise in disapproval. her hand brushes his long (now messy) curls from his forehead. y/n takes a moment to admire him. peter’s cheeks were red, lips swollen, eyes hooded as he smiled at her. “someone’s enjoying themselves”, y/n teases. peter hums deeply. “i missed you so much”, she whispers. her days home were dreadful, especially since her parents were still fighting every night. she missed his comfort, his silence, his peace in the time when her life was surrounded by chaos at the moment. peter’s cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. he reached up to grab her hand, placing soft kisses against the back of it. y/n sighs and rests her forehead again his. “thank you for forgiving me”, she whispers sincerely.

peter closes his eyes and rubs his thumb against the back of her hand. of course he forgave her. he was going insane without her, it was only a matter of time before he would break down and show up at her door.

“you mean so much to me, peach”. peter’s heart flutters. there’s his special name again. the first one she gave him. the one he cherished the most. peter sighs happily and rolls on top of her, kissing her deeply again and showing her just how much she means to him.

the pair were inseparable after that. she’d come over every day after school. sometimes he would come over if her parents weren’t home. most days out of the week they would spend the night with each other. 90% of their days were spent making out, the other portion full of watching movies together or having deep conversations. maybe it’s puppy love, but they had been more infatuated with each other than ever.

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“don’t go. stay one more night”, peter pleads. y/n had a small family trip over spring break. nothing too far, but she wasn’t going to be home for a few days. which meant peter would be “alone” for the first time in weeks. fortunately, he had already made plans to hang out with ned and mj.

“i can’t, lovely. i still have to pack before i leave”. y/n was already standing in the hallway saying her goodbye while peter pushed her to stay one last time. “the second i’m back i’ll come see you”, she promises. peter sticks his bottom lip out slightly. she coos at him and places her hand on his cheek. “okay, precious?”, she asks. y/n copies peter’s pouty lip. he frowns and buries his face in her neck, pulling her into a tight hug. she wouldn’t be gone for long, but waiting for her to come back will feel like an eternity. “i’ll be back before you know it”. peter sighs, squeezing her tight one last time before pulling back to look down at her. she rests her chin on his chest, looking up at him. peter smoothes her hair back into her hairline.

“i’ll miss you”. y/n smiles, she’ll miss him too. y/n gazes at peter for a moment. she tries to memorize every feature of his perfect face. his long eyelashes, fading freckles, grown out hair…how is he so beautiful? so perfect without trying. peter blushes under her gaze.

y/n stares at peter for a moment. there are so many things wrong in her life and recently things started looking up. her family vacation, their patched-up relationship… everything and everyone that was important to her was safe and healthy and happy. she couldn’t have felt more secure. peter furrows his brows as if to ask what she’s thinking about. he can see the gears turning in her head. “i love you, peter”. there was no wavering in her voice as she said it. she was so sure of her feelings. it was almost as if it was a promise. peter smiled wide and cupped her cheeks as he kissed her. he could feel her lips curl as she smiled. peter felt like the happiest boy in the world. he felt like electricity was running through his body. he felt like everything was right in the world. and he poured all of these emotions in their kiss.

y/n giggled and walked towards the door. “i’ll see you soon, honey”. she had to leave. it wasn’t fair. he didn’t want her to go.

it’s just a week, peter. you can go a week without seeing her. right?

peter’s cheeks hurt from smiling. he’s so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he hasn’t felt this happy since their new year’s kiss. their first kiss. life is good.

-

peter, ned and mj were having dinner at ned’s place tonight, with the plan of watching a movie after they ate. ned offered since he had the largest dvd collection of out the bunch. his grandmother had made a large pan of meatloaf and potatoes for the boys, and a vegetarian option for mj. the group enjoyed their meal in silence, using their hands to do the talking for them. ned and mj had enrolled in a sign language course this semester and was doing their best to communicate better with their quiet friend. peter appreciated the effort. he wasn’t sure when would be the next time he spoke.

“so, any plans for the future?”, ned asks. peter tilts his head at the question. he’s not sure how to answer that. “i mean, what are you gonna do when you go off to college?”, ned asks hesitantly. peter furrows his brows. he had never thought about that. it was still so far away.

in a little over a year he would be graduating, working towards his career in…he’s not too sure yet. he had never had a normal life, so he didn’t really have time to think about his future. grieving multiple deaths at such a young age gave peter a “short-sighted” view of the world.

peter knew he wanted to help people, but he didn’t like the idea of going to med-school. he was always the top of his class when it came to science and math, and he always thought it would be cool to work closely with law enforcement. maybe he could be peter parker, fbi agent.

peter shrugs. “what about you and y/n?”. why was ned asking so many questions?

“what about us?”, he signs slowly. peter doesn’t like where this conversation is headed. he just got his girl back, he didn’t want her to be ripped away from him again.

did y/n say something to ned?

“well, college is a long time from now, but it’s not that far away. what are you guys gonna do? will you stay together?”. ned was pressing a little too hard. it’s nice that he cared for his friend, but it gave peter doubts that he never had before.

will we stay together?

mj glares at ned. it was obvious that his words are affecting peter. “what he means to say is that we care about you. and we want to make sure you’re okay”. her voice calms peter down a bit, but not enough. “and as much as i hate to admit it, even i wouldn’t want to see you two break up”. peter doesn’t respond, just stares at his half eaten meatloaf as doubt consumes him. peter had never thought about what would happen if they decided to go to different schools. he hopes they would stay together.

what if she doesn’t want to?

suddenly, peter isn’t in the mood to eat anymore. as much as he loves meatloaf, he didn’t think his stomach was strong enough to continue eating. he had lost his appetite.

thankfully, ned had dropped the topic and spoke to mj about… peter doesn’t know, actually. he had tuned them out and if the pair were trying to get his attention he wouldn’t be able to tell. he couldn’t hear anything, anymore. he felt anxious and sad and empty all at the same time. it was a terrible feeling. he knows he won’t be able to shake it for a while.

peter isn’t sure how, but he ends up sitting in front of the tv in ned’s room. the screen is white and makes a quiet static noise. the only other sounds that can be heard from the room are mj and ned’s soft snores. “did the movie finish already?” peter doesn’t even remember how he got to the room. his wet curls are dampening the top of his pajama shirt. peter looks down and tugs on the fabric, almost like he is seeing it for the first time. “when did i shower?”, peter thinks. this happens sometimes. he feels so low that his body functions on autopilot just so he can keep surviving. there are always such huge gaps in his memory at times like this. he hates when this happens.

peter checks the time on the cable box- 3:03am. he’s been out of it for a while. even though he had been on autopilot for the last few hours, he still feels exhausted. peter unlocks his phone, and for whatever reason he did he can’t remember anymore because he is staring fondly at his home screen. it’s a picture of his love, his pretty girl. he sighs. this week was dragging on, and peter was sick of it. he wanted her home already. just then, a text pops up. it’s from her.

“sleep well, baby. i’ll be home soon <3”.

the message brings a smile to his face. of course she knows exactly what to say to make him feel better. she always knows what to say. it’s almost like she can sense that he’s going absolutely insane without her. it had only been a few days since she left for vacation, but peter wanted her back more than ever. peter sighs, letting his tense shoulders drop. he finally is able to relax, letting his body sink into the large air mattress.

there was so much on his mind. so much he wanted to talk about. he decided against telling her about what happened at dinner. he had so much to tell her, ask her. but all that could wait. it would be best to have this conversation in person. peter definitely couldn’t handle another intense talk tonight. right now he just needed some sleep.

<<chapter 23

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Saying softly “hey baby, c’mere, why are you crying? Come and sit on daddy’s lap.” Peter shuffles over bashfully before climbing up onto his daddy’s lap.

Tony whispers a gentle “what’s wrong?”, as he strokes peters soft thigh. Eventually peter calms down enough to hand his daddy something he had balled up in his fist, averting his eyes from Tony’s heavy gaze as an embarrassed blush tints his cheeks.

Tony realises immediately that he’s now holding his little omegas panties, soaked in slick, and wetter than he’s ever seen. He calmly asks “is this why you’re upset? Can’t get your cummies without daddy’s help? Awww baby c’mere give me a kiss, don’t be embarrassed kitten, you did the right thing coming to tell your daddy.”

As their lips meet, Tony taps peters thigh, signalling to him to open his legs up. He soon makes contact with his baby’s clit, thumb and forefinger sliding over it as it’s so wet from the slick peters been releasing for hours.

As soon as he makes contact with his baby’s cute button, peter convulses violently, the pleasure so intense that it almost sends him into a panic. Despite this, he quickly remembers that it’s his daddy who only wants what’s best for him. He lets himself sink into the pleasure, just letting the waves roll through his body but centred on his little red clit.

Tony fills his ears with gentle affirmations and compliments, “that’s it baby, let it all out, just relax now...good boy being nice and wet for daddy, look at your little pussy and clit throbbing for me...good boy”.

Peter is just drowning in the feeling, his daddy’s quick fingers just caressing his private area, he swears he can even feel his heartbeat travelling through his swollen clit as his daddy taps against it softly.

And for Tony, he’s never seen his baby so relaxed, going completely boneless as the alpha hells him reach climax.

And through the whole experience, Tony keeps one of peters hands clasped in his grip, knowing that his safe word is instead a hand squeeze. He loves knowing his baby is feeling relaxed and so safe.

I know this anon is super long but honestly I was horny and needed some way to express it 😭 mute!peter will always be my fav, reading about the ways tony helps him every day is just so cute. Not to mention the fact that he always seems to know what’s best and right for his omega (even when peter himself isn’t always sure haha)

Don’t apologize I’m literally in love with this, of Tony making sure Peter gets what he needs but always mindful of letting Peter tap out or back off when he needs to, not demanding or controlling like so many alphas Peter’s seen

I need to stop with these new ideas and finally work on my ongoing stories!!!

Not fleshed out! Very short! Can be seen as a prompt!!!

Okay, so in a world where not everyone has a soulmate, but those that do, have the first words that their soulmate ever says to them tattooed on their arm/wrist (depending on lengths), and the words glow and then change color once the soulmate speaks them.

Tony Stark’s arm is completely bare.

Both of them. He checked. Multiple times. For years.

It’s okay. Not everyone has a soulmate. Not everyone needs a soulmate. 

Not everyone deserves a soulmate.

It’s okay. Tony Stark doesn’t need a soulmate. He is rich, he is handsome, he is a celebrity, he is a genius.

He is desired and admired and envied.

Tony Stark has everything anyone could ever want for. 

Except for a soulmate. Which he doesn’t need.

But he wants one desperately.

But no. Nothing. 42 years and counting, and his arms remain bare.

It shouldn’t matter. He is still rich, still handsome, still a celebrity, still a genius. 

He already has so much more than most people. It would be selfish and spoiled to ask for even more. 

He isn’t some starry eyed kid, reading a fairy tale in which the destined for each other soulmates live happily ever after.

He doesn’t need a soulmate. 

But god damn it, he wants one.

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Peter is damaged. His aunt would scold him for thinking of himself in such terms, but he knows it’s true.

His first word hasn’t been ‘mom’, or ‘dad’, or any of those other famously first words of little kids. 

There has never been a first word. 

His vocal chords had developed wrong, got damaged during birth, then ended up being ‘beyond repair’. 

But that wasn’t the reason Peter thought of himself as damaged. He could live with the disability. Had lived with the disability. Pretty well, actually, all things considered. He had thrived inspite of it. He was smart, had gone to a good school, had been accepted at an ivy league college, had great friends (two, but it was quality over quantity), and the most amazing aunt anyone could ask for.

No. If being mute had been the only problem, Peter would say he had quite the perfect life. (You know, disregarding losing his parents to a plane crash and his uncle in a store robbery gone wrong. And the bullying he endured through highschool)

No. 

The problem were the four words written across the inside of his wrist. 

‘Whoa there. You okay?’

He had a soulmate. 

He was someone’s soulmate.

And they didn’t know. 

His soulmate didn’t know they had a soulmate, because Peter would never speak a word to them. 

Soulmates were supposed to be special. Soulmates were supposed to complete each other. Soulmates were supposed to find each other, with the help of their marks. 

But Peter couldn’t speak. 

Would never be able to speak. 

And his soulmate, whoever they were, didn’t even know he existed.

Add to that, the words on Peter’s wrist were common ones. He didn’t like admitting it, but he was clumsy. Regularly caught up in his own head, easily distracted. So often had he bumped into another person. So often had that other person said these exact words to him (as well as the many people who were incredibly unhappy about being bumped into, and then not being offered a verbal apology. Theirs had not been the words on his wrist, and had often left Peter shoved roughly to the side or the ground. Bruises were part of his every day life.)

Peter’s eyes had flown to his wrist every time, anticipating, wondering if this was the one, if the words would glow, if the color would change. 

It never did. 

And with every fail, every time the words didn’t light up, every time it wasn’t his soulmate, Peter’s heart sank a little.

It was just as well, wasn’t it? What did he have to offer his soulmate. 

A constantly broke college student. With only one surviving family member. Clumsy, awkward, nerdy, shy.

And mute.

Soulmates were supposed to be special. 

aHh i love this🥺🥺 i did a mute!peter thing way back in the day and i remember ppl liked it so c: i hope you like what i came up with💓💓 tw: past sexual abuse

Something had clearly happened, but what exactly was a complete mystery to Stephen and Tony. One day, Peter had just arrived home with thick tears wetting his cheeks, and they had even created big wet patches on his shirt. Peter rarely cried so openly, so both of the older men were alarmed to see just how gone Peter seemed to be.

“Peter, what’s going on? Talk to us.”

“Tell us what happened, baby. Did someone hurt you? Was it that teacher again? What happened?”

But, nothing. Peter said nothing. And continued to do so for weeks. He stopped going to classes at college, which actually wasn’t such a big concern when he could just take those classes again, but what was alarming was the complete lack of routine. Peter didn’t eat nor drink on his own accord, only when Stephen or Tony were the ones making him food and feeding it to him, or at least sitting by his side while he nipped on sandwiches and licked at spoonfuls of soup. Showering and daily hygiene also became troublesome, and he rarely slept for longer than a few hours before he woke up gasping for air and sobbed till he became too exhausted to cry more.

“Stephen, what the fuck is going on?” Tony’s voice is tense, but he tries to keep his voice down since Peter has finally fallen asleep.

Stephen wonders the same thing, and after a week, he brings Peter to get checked out properly at the hospital. But, nothing comes up, medically that is. So, it must be psychological. Stephen and Tony do not know whether that is comforting or not, because Peter still will not talk.

They continue talking to him though. About the flowers they bought on their way home, about the weather within the next few days and other mundane things. However, when Stephen mentions that he saw an alley cat while outside, Peter shifts his gaze towards him. It gives them all some hope.

“It was completely black.” Stephen adds about the cat, since Peter seems interested. “Like a shadow.”

The next day, it is Tony’s turn to stay and watch Peter. All the worry and constant speculation going on in his mind is making Tony so tired, so he lays down next to Peter in his bed. He is too tired to notice how the boy moves his hand to hold onto him. But, an hour later, Tony really has to piss, and thinking Peter is asleep, he gets up slowly.

“No...” At first, Tony doesn’t believe his ears. It was the wind whistling, surely. But, it wasn’t. Peter spoke, and he is looking expectantly up at him.

“Okay, I’ll stay.” Tony grins, his heart hammering in his chest while he settles back down with Peter. There is hope.

And a few days later, there is even more hope.

“And Christine luckily stood up for me, you know? I mean, that guy shouldn’t have a liscense honestly. Calling brain death prematurely? Guy’s just hungry for those organs.”

“It was Flash.”

Stephen stiffens and looks towards Peter who’s laying on his side on the sofa. The doctor is sat on the other end, with the boy’s feet in his lap. At this angle, he cannot see Peter’s eyes.

“Did you- say something?”

“It was Flash.”

“Who’s Flash?”

There’s a long pause, and Stephen is starting to think Peter won’t say more. And even if he didn’t, he has spoken more than he has in many weeks now.

“My rapist.”

And then it all makes sense. It in fact makes so much sense that Stephen feels himself getting crushed under the realisation. The extreme crying fit, the sudden regression with routines and interests, the lack of hygiene and appetite. And of course, the muteness. It’s all PTSD.

“Did you see him that day?”

“Hm. He didn’t see me, but...” Peter sighs. “It was so scary- I...”

And that’s all Peter says during that week. But, then during the next one, he says some more about which movie he would like to see with his boyfriends. And then after the movie he asks, he asks, for cuddles.

Summary: College Starker/Spiderio Omegeverse AU. Quentin Beck is Peter’s neglectful Alpha and owner. He is very neglectful and Tony has an issue with that. Peter is also mute. Rating: explicit. Word count: 1300 This fic was inspired by the American HIFI song Flavor of the week and has no Beta.

TW: Weed, neglect, past forced body mods, mild dubcon(Omegas are simple creatures and Peter never really consents explicitly to anything.  

Tony could have had his own house near the campus. His father had offered that much. Despite it being against the rules for a freshman to live off-campus. It didn’t matter because as Howard had said he “knew the right people”. However, the Alpha decided he didn’t want to be the spoiled rich brat who’s old money daddy would and could give him anything. 

So it’s a small shared apartment on campus like everybody else for him. The roommate he ends up assigned with is a Mr. Quentin Beck, kind of a pretentious douche. Tony would have asked for a different person to share with if it were not the man telling him, “ Oh by the way I have an omega to look after things at the apartment” when they first met.

Omegas are precious and expensive little things. Tony had wanted one asked for one since his 16th birthday but he was repeatedly told he wasn’t responsible enough. “Antony you couldn’t keep a damn goldfish happy and healthy or even alive, how are you going took after an omega?” He father always scoffed at him. But now even if the omega isn’t his he at least gets to look at one.

On moving day when he arrives with his stuff, he notices behind Beck and petite boy with soft fluffy chocolate locks and big curious brown eyes looking. The cheap generic collar pink around the boy’s neck the reads “Princess” and the delicious scent of honey and almonds ques Tony in. This is Beck’s omega. He sits on a box on the sidewalk watching the Alpha’s move boxes inside. 

Once unpacked and set up the couple end up hogging the sofa. Tony doesn’t really mind he has a chair, his laptop, and coffee he’s happy. The thing that seems off to him is that his roommate is far more interested in the video game on the tv screen then the omega curled into his side. 

When his mug his empty he sighs adjusting himself to get up for more. But Beck’s omega comes over to get the mug before he can. “Oh you don’t need to do that, ” He says. The omega tilts his head confused. 

“Nonsense Peter can look after us both, ” Quentin states not even looking away from the screen. 

Well, he finally knows the sweet little thing’s name. He lets go of the mug and utters a quick thank you. Peter just smiles and walks away. Returning with the perfect cup of hot coffee. 

After a few days of Peter quietly cleaning up after both Alpha’s, and Beck ignoring the boy in favor of gaming and using his bong. Tony is annoyed you’d think if the guy was gonna give his omega a collar says princess he’d at least treat him like one. Tony really has a few questions about all of this. He looks over at Peter standing in their tiny kitchen washing dishes. Nothing on but one of his Alpha’s dirty tee shirts because that’s all the man bothers to give him. “Can your omega speak?” He asks trying to keep his voice low. He doesn’t want to offend the omega if he’s just shy. 

“No, I had that taken care of, ” Beck admits proudly. 

Tony is beside himself with confusion. “What?” He inquiries.

Beck shrugs eyes glued on the tv, feet rudely on the coffee table. “I had his vocal cords burned when I brought him. I didn’t buy him to chat with. I brought him to clean my shit and to fuck when I’m bored, ” He explains relaxed like that’s nothing. 

Tony pulls his phone from his pocket. He’s never heard of that. He does a quick google search to see if that’s even legal. It is but it’s frowned upon and most clinics and breeders won’t perform it. He keeps looking and he finds the page at least the mistreatment of omegas talking about bad side effects of “muting” and how inhumane it really is. The website talks about how omegas aren’t any anesthesia for the procedure. He feels heartbroken and angry that anyone would do that. He looks over at Peter then at Quentin. Tony glances at the other Alpha’s bong set on the table. He fights the urge to smash it over the man’s head. 

Instead, he just storms off to his room slamming the door. 

Tony spends less and less time in the common areas. He avoids Beck that man is a monster to him now. He starts doing some of his chores himself too. Like laundry, he does that all on his own with the help from a video call with his family’s butler Jarvis it’s not that hard. 

One day when hes down in their building laundry room he pumps into Peter who glances at him nervously. He hasn’t been spending time around Beck, therefore, he hasn’t been spending time around Peter. “You know I don’t hate you right?” He questions concerned. Peter just glances at him like wants to say something but can’t this just makes Tony sad. Poor guy really. “It’s your Alpha I don’t like, ” He explains keeping his voice low and calm.

The omega turns his to face Tony and tilts it. His brown eyes are wide with confusion. 

“I don’t think he treats you right, ” Tony clarifies shaking his head. “He never shows you any affection. It’s like you aren’t even a person to him, ” He continues. 

Peter looks so confused and frustrated and sad all at once like he doesn’t get any of this at all.

Tony sighs, “Im sorry I upset you, ” He says grabbing his laundry and leaving. 

It’s a few days later when Peter goes into heat that things really change. The smell fills the whole apartment. When Tony leaves his room to get water because he needs to clear his head. He sees Quentin sitting on the couch smoking weed. “Aren’t you to help your omega?” He snaps. 

Beck looks at him and laughs. Tony isn’t even sure the other Alpha knows what planet he’s on. 

Tony sighs what he’s about to do is incredibly illegal but he doesn’t care. He goes into Quentin’s room and finds Peter on the bed naked trying to finger himself. The omega sniffs the air. Tony reads his lips the omega is trying desperately to say Alpha. “It’s okay I’ll make this better. 

He quickly strips and climbs onto the bed. He already hard from spending all day smelling, “Lay back put your legs up on my shoulders, ” The alpha instructs lining up his cock. 

Peter puts his legs up as told and Tony plows into him. The wetness of the heat making fucking into Peter an easy job. He thrusts forcefully having to watch the omega’s face to make sure he’s enjoying. The omega throwing his back as soundless gasps leave his mouth to let know he’s doing his job. So he speeds up the silent moans his medication. It feels so good being inside Peter. Wet with slick and tight its just right. God this omega must be an angel.

The Alpha feels his knot inflating and he starts catching Peter’s rim. “I’m gonna cum inside you. Beck has you the pill right?” He asks and Peter nods as the Tony is already filling him up with cum. He collapses on to the boy with a huff.