ꜱᴜɢᴀʀʙᴀʙʏ — Dressup

You and Quinn have gotten real close, probably closer than the usual sugardaddy arrangement should allow.. But hey, neither of you are complaining. With halloween around the corner, you're preparing to take him with you to some party to celebrate. There's only one issue. He doesn't know what costume to wear, and your suggestions aren't helping. Quinn hasn't dressed up for halloween since he was like 12, and he's feeling nervous about choosing the right costume for this social gathering.

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀʙᴀʙʏ — Dressup

You and Quinn have gotten real close, probably closer than the usual sugardaddy arrangement should allow.. But hey, neither of you are complaining. With halloween around the corner, you're preparing to take him with you to some party to celebrate. There's only one issue. He doesn't know what costume to wear, and your suggestions aren't helping. Quinn hasn't dressed up for halloween since he was like 12, and he's feeling nervous about choosing the right costume for this social gathering.

"No- No way. Absolutely not-"

Quinn hadn't dressed up for halloween since he was like 12, and god knew he wasn't about to change that with a god damn maid outfit.

The way he'd choked up and become so flustered at the mere idea was almost comical, the blush only getting worse when you reminded him that he had worn it before. Just for less... Social gathering acceptable reasons.

"Y-you're killing me, I-.. I-i know it's a party, but-.. I don't know these people! I don't- I'm not going to show my ass to strangers! You see how short that skirt is!?" Quinn stammered as he flapped the fabric at you, barely keeping it together at the mere idea of wearing something like this in front of strangers.

"D.. Do you not have any other costumes..??... Please?"