Disney Character x Fem! Reader Oneshots

Oogie Boogie x Reader- •Halloween Tricksters•

This is for a request made several months ago. The person wanted an Oggie Boogie x Reader Lemon. Ummmm yeah, I'm a virgin so this is kinda if-y with the kinky stuff. Also, I'm not sure how to write a lemon with a burlap bag. There were more twisted ideas that came while writing this but I wanted this published before Halloween so here you go. I'll edit this in the morning. Enjoy and sorry ahead of time. ~Errina

Edit April 22 2021 So this isn't exactly a lemon but the lemon is kinda implied. Maybe ill write real lemons in the future I don't know. Anyways enjoy the story. :)

The dead dry leaves crunch underneath your feet with every step. Distance sounds of children giggling sounded far away in the background, almost drowned out completely by the whistling wind. As of now, the horizon posses the same colors as a sugary sweet candy corn kernel. Different hues layered on top of one another from pumpkin orange, cat's eye yellow to pale white of bones.Shuttering from the crisp-fall breeze you pull the hood of your sweatshirt over your head. Internally you scold yourself for not wearing something warmer. The weather is always chilly on the night of Halloween where you live and only destined to get colder as the sun continues to set.

Almost everyone else in the small neighborhood is partaking in Halloween fun. Some trick or treating, others partying, so why weren't you? To that question comes a simple answer, you're summoning a demon. A being with grotesque skin made of a raggedy burlap sack and his flesh being purely made up of live creepy, crawly, slimy bugs. However you didn't mind, he's your best friend after all.

Just as another autumn gust of wind swirls around, you see the outline of the familiar shed that you've been looking for. Grinning with excitement your pace quickens towards the small wooden structure. Weathered and bartered from decades of fighting elementals and use, the shed somehow still manages to stand.The one window shutter barely hanging on to its rusted hinges, tapes the outside of the shed while the old wood boards creaked. To most people, they would have seen this building as something ready to cave in on itself, but you know better. Looks can be deceiving as your partner in crime has taught you serval times. The mischievous friend is actually why you made this journey in the first place.

Coming closer to the shack, you grasp the iron handle of the door, tugging at it. Unfortunately, the wood door is stuck needing to be yanked forcefully open. In a burst of strength, you force the door open creeping into the small dark room. Shifting around the room you feel the balled string of the ceiling's old lightbulb. Pulling with a tug the light flickers on illuminating the inside.In the dim light of the flickering lightbulb, you see burlap sacks stacked everywhere, mostly they're filled with gardening growth soil. Creepy crawly bugs of all kinds have made their home within the hovel. Ants and centipedes crawl across the floor, flies and moths buzz around the lightbulb, and spiders devour their prey caught in the webs strung in the corners of the ceiling.Making your way to a pile of vintage sacks, you heave a few to the side, doing your best to throw them onto the ground. Dust flies everywhere just like it did one year ago when you came here before. Underneath the sacks is a wooden too decorated with illustrations of bugs and casino-themed items. Smirking you take the top off the box. Inside this box is just a small doll made of burlap sacks. The doll can't be any larger than a Barbie doll.

Leaving the sorry excuse of a doll at the bottom of the box you then reach out to the side grabbing a centipede unlucky enough to be near you. With no regret, you toss the centipede into the box along with several other bugs you manage to get your hands on.Finally, the box is full of bugs, both dead and alive. Not wasting another minute you put the lid on the wood box and move it into the flooding moonlight coming from the window.You wait, intently staring at the closed antique box. Soon it begins to stir and shake. More and more the box wiggles, starting to tilt as it went side to side. Disembodied screams surround you just as they're supposed to. It doesn't take long for the screams to be overcome with a burst of erupting laughter. The lid of the box shoots off the top, landing on the dirt floor. Then a 10-foot creature begins emerging from the box, the creature possessing similar features as the doll beside the obvious growth spurt. As the doll grows its mouth starts to open as words come out and the monster starts to talk.