Author’s note: it has been too long since I made one of these fics, and I don’t really know the relationship between Satan and Damien in South Park, so here’s this random blob I decided to make
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Damien was in his room, just doing whatever while his father was in the living room, extremely bored. In the next hour, he and his son have a father-son bonding moment where they do things normal dad and sons would do and forget about being the king and prince of Hell for a while.
“Ok, I’ll be right down, dad”
Damien came down the stairs while Satan was waiting for him, waiting to get started on their father-son bonding moment.
They did a few things fathers would do with their sons, like talking about their favorite football teem and what not, just having a bonding moment. They were just silent for now, cuddling on the couch.
“So Damien?” Satan asked which broke the silence. “How’s school?”
“It’s fine, I guess. Everyone’s scared of me, you know? Being your son and all… Would be nice to have more than Pip as a friend… I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Pip, but he’s just my only friend…” Damien responded sadly as he leaned against his father.
Satan didn’t like seeing Damien this upset. Yes, Damien threw tantrums at times, but that was tolerable, but this? Damien was clearly sad and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out! He wanted to see his son happy again, but how?
Soon enough, Satan got a idea. One to cheer his little devil up.
“Can you close your eyes for me?”
“Sure dad…” then Damien did as his father said and closed his eyes, still pretty sat but oblivious to the fact that Satan was just about to tickle Damien to pieces.
Satan lightly put his hands on Damien’s sides which almost got him to open his eyes out of curiosity but Satan was quick to started skittering his fingers up and down Damien’s sides, watching how his son was trying to squirm away but also sort of leaning into the touch since he didn’t really get tickled often.
Worst was when Satan started teasing Damien about it! It was bad enough that Damien was almost deathly ticklish, his father, the literal king of Hell, was making it worse by teasing him about it!
“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re being tickled! I should do this more often to you” Satan teasingly said as he clawed at his little devil’s belly.
Damien’s face was red as he laughed a lot, screaming with laughter, “STOHOHOP DAHAHAD!” Not knowing Satan wasn’t wasn’t going to stop until Damien felt better.
Satan chuckled, meant for it to be sinister instead of playful, it ended up sounding playful, “No my sweet, little devil, not until you’re happy”
“IHIHI’M HAHAHAPPY!! GAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”
It didn’t make it any better that Satan started to squish Damien’s belly and make patterns with his claws on said belly; stars, hearts, circles, squares, etc. it made Damien go insane, happy tears rolling down his face, with his face extremely red.
When Satan decided Damien had enough, he stopped his tickle attack on his baby and held him close as Damien panted and calmed down.
“Better?” Satan asked softly as Damien buried his face in his father’s chest.
Satan cradled Damien like a baby and turned on the tv to watch Damien favorite cartoon, Bill Nye the Science Guy (insert the Bill Nye theme song), while Damien fell asleep along with Satan 12 minutes later.
Then Pip burst down the door, “Cheerio fellas!!”