Anyway. Yet another DolaSatan thing. Really saccharine and kinda pointless and stuff ughfhgufhghh help
Notes: early morning fluff, established relationship. Sleepy clingy affectionate Satan, oc uses she/her. Nothing really happens aside from him being clingy, this idea came to me as I listened to that call where he’s being really sweet and cute after accidentally calling mc somehow instead of shutting off his alarm >.>;;;
Dola has somewhere to be, and Satan doesn’t want her to leave just yet.
4:37am. Hushed whispers broke the silence, as did the softest of laughter.
“Satan, my love, I need to go.” Dola, already mostly dressed in her adventuring attire, gently tried to pull away from Satan’s arms. They only tightened as a small whine left him—cute, she thought. But she really needed to leave.
“Do you have to…?” His voice was hoarse and groggy, eyes still closed, brow slowly furrowing as he kept himself from falling back asleep.
“I do,” she gently replied. She stopped trying to leave and instead cradled his face in her hands, thumb gently stroking the skin on his cheekbone. “You’re the one who told me to take this assignment, you know.”
Satan made an exasperated noise. He seemed more awake now, but still kept his eyes shut. Her ministrations seemed to placate him, though a small crease still remained between his brows.
“Didn’t think… leave so early…”
Dola chuckled. “Didn’t think they’d need me this early either.”
“Then don’t go yet…”
“But I need to, love,” she softly insisted, planting a soft kiss to his eyelids as she noticed them begin to open. He grunted, as if to say that that isn’t enough to keep him happy, earning himself another quiet chuckle and a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“The sooner you let me leave, the sooner I can get back,” she tried to negotiate.
“You’ll still be gone a week,” he reminded, eyes now fluttering open. Dola hummed and absently brushed his hair away from his face.
“All you have to do is tell me you miss me, and I’ll summon you before the minute ends.”
Despite his small huff, Satan returned her smile, heart warmed by the reassurance. He pulled her in closer and pressed his lips to hers.
He’ll miss her. Of course he will. But he knows that they’ll make it perfectly fine through the week without being each other’s presence. They’d been through much worse before.
Dola giggled against his lips before pulling away. She tried to leave once more, only for his arms to tighten around her.
“Satan, I really need to go now,” she insisted. She let go of his face to pat his arm. A silent let me go, though all he did was pull her closer.
“Promise me you’ll summon me as soon as anything bad happens.”
“I promise, swear on our pact, even,” she said, sealing it with a kiss to his forehead. Satan searched her eyes for a moment before finally letting her go. Dola thanked him with another peck on the lips before getting off the bed to put on her boots.
Satan watched her from his spot on the bed, eyes still heavy with sleep. He could feel himself begin to drift off once more but fought against it. Not yet, he told himself.
Once she was fully dressed, she walked over to Satan’s side. He turned his head to face her, feeling the bed dip from her weight. A cool hand held his cheek, bringing him back from the brink of sleep.
“I’ll be going now.” She spoke softly, reassuring.
“Be careful,” he mumbled, his own hand clumsily reaching for her own cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She leaned in for one last kiss, this time lingering longer than before—it made her wish she wasn’t leaving.
“Go back to sleep, okay? I’ll update you everyday, I promise.”
Satan nodded weakly. “Okay. I love you.”
Dola giggled and pulled the covers over him. “I love you too.”
Satan watched her leave, waiting for the quiet click of the door. It was only when he felt her presence leave the home that he let himself fall back to the land of dreams.
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