#lee!damien

[aleeavian]

I like the pencil version a bit better but eh (click for better quality)

For those wondering, this is basically how I make my digital art

(Sorry if the photo looks weird, it's nighttime and dark in my room 🥲)

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[ashaleeleedagurl]

Playful father antics

Fandom: South Park

Lee: Damien

Ler: Satan

No summary

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.

1 hour later

“Damien, it’s time.”

“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.

“Damien?”

“Yes?”

“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.

“Mhm… thank you, dad…”

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.

Like father, like son.

Then Pip burst down the door, “Cheerio fellas!!”

Pt.2?

[fluffy-lee-boa]

I’m So Glad You’re Home (Dilliam ticklefic)

William’s been gone for what feels like ages, and Damien is more than eager to see him again once he’s officially on leave. Will is just as excited... though that might mean Dames gets more than he bargained for! lee!damien and ler!william, a short blurb I may continue later :)

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Damien had been sure Will would never come home. Waving goodbye as he left the mansion, giving a brief and wordless hug and just wishing, yearning to go with him. Even with his bad back, the young politician found himself bitterly recalling his denial of entry. Even if he was glad he would be able to finish college, and get his degree... God, did he miss William. So hearing that the war was over, and very soon after receiving word he would be returning home to him and this sleepy old town, Damien was ecstatic. Will had asked for a quiet return, as he was still weary after so many months on the battlefield. So Damien arranged for him to come straight to his apartment near the university, and told his sister and her now-husband that they needed space. Maybe he wanted the Colonel all to himself, but he wasn’t consciously acting in his own self-interests. He just wanted him to feel welcome. The day arrived, leaving Damien practically shaking as he waited for the doorbell to ring. He was pacing, and trying to subdue his flustered panic at the thought of seeing his crush for the first time since they turned 18. At this point, they would have been able to drink, had it not been for the prohibition. Not that it had stopped him from attaining a bottle for the war hero. There was a swift knock, making Damien bolt over to the door to open it up. He took a deep breath, before looking up at the mustachioed Veteran. And god, he hadn’t changed one bit. Sooner than he knew it, he was being tackled to the ground in a bear hug, as the life was practically squeezed out of him. Will giggled almost madly as he nuzzled the other, speaking quickly, “Dames!!! Oh, how I missed you all those lonely nights!” Damien struggled to reply as he twisted around to return the affection, “I could say the same for you... Colonel-“ Will scoffed at the nickname, before jumping up to shut the door and help him up, “It’s still me, Damien. That fancy ol’ title doesn’t mean a thing!” He poked the other in the side once he was set on his feet, making him giggle bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck, “You’re a hero. Didn’t you see the papers? Everyone here loves you.” ‘Including me,’ he wanted to say, though he was interrupted by a sudden wave of nervousness as William’s eyes lit up dangerously. “As flattering as I find that to be, I can’t help but notice your continuing affliction. I thought it would have faded now that we’re fully grown and well...” Before Dames could question a thing, the soldier scooped him up bridal style into his arms, and nuzzled into his neck, the mustache tickling horribly, “Pfft- Wihihill!” He whined as the other continued to brush against the sensitive skin, though it was overtaken by the bubbly and energetic laughter leftover from having his best friend back. And just plain old ticklishness. Or everyone in their small band of friends, he’d always been the most ticklish. And therefore the one who was always picked on because of it. Will pulled him from his thoughts as he teasingly clawed at his sides, gently enough that it only left soft and lingering tingles as he gave a full on laugh, “Dohohon’t!” “Don’t what? Take advantage of this perfect opportunity to hear you giggle like a drunkard? Especially with how blushy you’re getting. Aw, don’t get all shy on my now, Mr. Doom!” Will spoke with an exaggerated accent, which quickly had Damien in stitches. He would have complained, but William blew a rather large raspberry on his collarbone, making him whine as he attempted to scrunch up, squirming around in his hold, “Pfft Eeehehe- Will!” Will simply chuckled and carried him over to a nearby couch, dropping him carefully. He straddled him, before pinning both arms above his head with his own, “I missed this. I missed you.” Damien was grateful for the break as the residual gasps made him swoon at those words, though he never had the chance to respond. William used his free hand to pull open his shirt, before leaning down and nibbling on his belly. Which, having not expected it, made Damien crumble immediately. 

He was a blushing, flustered mess as he hid his face in his arm, giggling and squealing and gasping softly as he squirmed and arched. Though he melted into the couch, as the spot happened to be of that variety. “O-Ohoho I- Oh gohohosh-“ he shook his head, the mustache catching the area around his bellybutton and making him squeak. 

William squealed as he heard he adorable sounds, nuzzling into his ribs as he spoke, “You’re so much cuter than I remember, you little marshmallow!”

Damien was able to slowly regain his sanity as the tickling slowed, and he was bright red as he looked down at William, “Ohokay, okahay- Yohou got me-”

The other knew to stop at this point, and he let go of his arms and slowly scooted up so he could be level with him. He smiled brightly down at him, a light in his eyes that could only be seen when he was gazing at his best friend in the whole world. Well, maybe more than best friends, considering the way Dames looked back.

“A-Ah. Well... I missed you too, Will. I.... I have something to tell you...”

He could barely finish before the two of them melted into a kiss, their lips crashing together without another word. Maybe it was because they’d been apart for so long, they’d finally realized how much they would miss each other. Maybe it was the hours spent writing letters back and forth, and the moments on the battlefield where the solider only had Damien to look forward to. But this moment... finally felt right.

After they broke the kiss, they both stared at each other in nothing but love and a sort of bubbly happiness. Damien eventually broke the silence, laughing softly, “You stole the words right from my lips...”

“I’d be happy to do it again,” William responded teasingly, causing another round of giggles as they went right back to being affectionate and reveling in their newly spoken love, all fears and apprehension out the window.