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I'm an absolute SLUT for omegaverse lore/world building and I might as well put my healthcare background to good (horny) use.
I give to you... balls. Soap balls and soapghost.
Alphas who, leading up to their ruts, have to deal with their balls swelling and getting tender as their bodies prepare for what's coming. Generally just uncomfortable and irritable because everything is oversensitive and feels tight down there.
Soap dealing with this.
A couple of days before he's set to go on leave for his rut, he switches from his usual rotation of jeans to sweats. Grey sweats, to be exact and yes, that kind. Even when he's in a 'fuck everything and your mother' mood, he dresses reasonably well.
Gets a few wolf whistles as he goes about his routine on base, flips them all off and debates retreating to his room where he doesn't have to deal with everything that's pissing him off. It's too bright, it's too loud, his body is starting to ache, his balls fucking hurt...
Whoever thinks that being an alpha is a breeze can go choke on a knot.
Even walking around is a little too much for the sensitivity going on between his legs, boxers brushing against his balls, so he slips into the bathroom to yank them off. Commando's gotta be better than this.
It helps a little, but there's no fucking way he's going to try training like this. He'd rather die than subject himself to that, even with the pre-rut energy hitting.
Soap feels worse than usual, swears it was never like this, and he's still got days to go before his rut is due
When he snaps at Gaz over something small, he puts his hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose, "No, fuck, 'm sorry."
"You alright, mate?" Gaz, a beta, will never experience what Soap is currently suffering through and he's damn lucky for that.
"Pre-rut."
"My condolences. Need anything?" Betas have light pheromones compared to alphas an omegas, Gaz's scent soothing Soap's overstimulation some as they stand there.
"Nah, my leave's in a few days. Dunno if I'll make it that long without biting off someone's head, though."
"As long as it's not mine, we're good." Gaz has a cheeky grin as he brings his coffee up to take a sip. "What about finding Lt? Might work some dynamic magic, or whatever it is omegas have, on you."
It's not a bad idea but he can already hear Ghost calling him a knothead.
Worth it? Probably. He's been called worse.
Gaz offers him a playful mock salute before Soap goes to locate his omega superior.
Ghost is doing paperwork in his office, medical mask and hoodie replacing his usual balaclava. Seems like they're both not feeling it today.
"Need something--christ, Johnny, you," Ghost stops himself from saying whatever he's about to say, reaching into a drawer of his desk for a bottle of scent neutralizer that he tosses over, "use that, then you can come in."
Soap wants to be offended, but he gets it.
He does as he's told, dousing himself to cover his pheromones before stepping back into the small office.
Ghost silently takes the bottle back, looking over the alpha, "need your leave moved up?"
"No was just..." Fuck, how does he say this without being a creep?
He's given time to gather his thoughts before speaking again, "mind letting me hang out here for a bit?" Ghost fixes him with a long stare, waiting for Soap to speak his mind plainly. He caves quickly, "Feels like I'm gonna lose my shit, your pheromones might help some."
Soap is positive he's going to get kicked out for this, the request is definitely out of line, but he... likes Ghost. A lot. And they've been getting closer. If this sets them back, he's going to fucking kick himself, he swears!
"Is that all?" Ghost sounds amused.
The omega reaches up, fingers disappearing under the neck of his sweatshirt before there's the soft sound of something being peeled away from skin.
A moment later, the rich scent of amber, mahogany, and something vaguely sweet takes over Soap's senses. "Better?"
He can feel himself slowly start to unwind and decompress, Ghost's pheromones soothing the very basest of alpha instincts in him as he sits on the other side of the desk.
"Better." His balls still ache, his rut is still coming, but he doesn't feel as on edge.
It could be any old omega scent would have helped, but he has a strong feeling that the pheromones belonging to Ghost is what makes them so effective for him.