"be gentle with your flower, sweetheart."

**triggers: mentions of past suicide, possible sexual assault, mentions of rape. mature content, very centered around sex. we can skip smut if needed but it'll still be important to the plot.

name
Ashton 'Ash' Williams

nicknames
wh*re, pretty boy, the flattest woman in town. 'Flower' is his stage name. Baby boy, lovely lips- everyone seems to have a title for him.

gender
male

ethnicity
American, mother was mostly Italian/Northern European but has no idea what his father was

age
23

sexuality
bisexual

family
Elizabeth Williams [mother] [deceased]

closest relationships
n/a

backstory
When Ash was born his mother was only eighteen years old and completely unprepared for motherhood or the real world. Her family had kicked her out in shame and she never told Ash about his father, whoever the man might be. She was alone on the streets with a baby, until she was graciously welcomed into a brothel for housing and food. It wasn't an ideal place for a kid to grow up, but they had nowhere else to go for a while. They left when Ash was in elementary school, trying for a normal life where Ash could be a regular kid and they could have a better future. But living in a place like that at such a young age definitely changed the boy, making him different from the other kids. Older. Yet more confused and desperate for some answers. He got in trouble often at school for picking fights and talking back until he started bullying kids at school. This didn't help his mother at all. And midway through highschool he and his mother disappeared from town without a word. His mother had killed herself, the town later found out and Ash was sent off god knows where. He ended up running away, returning to his childhood safe haven at the brothel, working there for a place to stay. Although he still causes trouble and picks fights, he seems happy enough with the women there as his family.

occupation
"professional entertainer"
(prostitute)

hobbies
stargazing. Getting sugar daddies to get free stuff. Working. Reading and drinking tea to relax. Walks.

personality
Ash is typically very calm and reserved- He's very good at keeping his cool and a passive, gentle grin on his lips at all time. He walks with the confidence of someone who is trying to convince you he'd better than you and slowly succeeding. He knows that people are drawn to him and takes that to his advantage. Layered into that cool facade he's actually kind of a rotten kid. Judgmental and quick to assume he often gets in trouble for being bluntly honest and harsh with people about his opinions. He'll say you dress like a slob with a light smile or tell you he thinks you're disgusting with a lovely sparkle in his eye. Most people don't get close to him because of this, and he seems to be fine with it. Always willing to murmur his opinion but never willing to say how he feels. He like to have a good time, and makes the most out of any situation to make it more enjoyable. He's selective about who he really likes, and usually if he likes you he'll be especially mean and confused in your presence. He doesn't deal well with real emotions, often becoming a bit of a mess when confronted by them. But, he's one hell of a liar. Thankfully flirting and drawing people in is part of his job and he used his abilities to their fullest extent. Though, he's always somewhat clear when he's being genuine or not. A sense in the tone of his voice when he's lying or not. Most people ignore it for the pleasures he's openly offering however so he thinks he's an excellent liar.

weaknesses
discussing his mother. Being genuinely kind to people and honest with them.

illnesses/ailments
mild depression. Allergic to nuts (which is ironic haha)

dreams
he's always been interested in astronomy and kind of wishes he could have a legitimate career. he wants to visit Europe (specifically Greece) more than anything.

appearance

[ lowkey looks like this irl:

is constantly changing his hair color but currently is this light shade. his eyes are dark gray ]

height
5'10"

tattoos/piercings
n/a

other physical traits
has a birthmark on his hip. Twin miles on his shoulder he's very fond of and a little one on his neck under his ear.

turn ons/turn offs
He hasn't had much of a choice most of his life for what he likes and doesn't like so he goes with whatever he's dealt with just so long as he's paid enough. Generally however he avoids bodily fluid play, necrophilia, or getting too cut or bruised during a session. He also hates being called a woman or being legitimately de-masculined since, as he'll shout, he's a man. Usually if it's a stranger he likes feeling like he still has control, but life is cruel in his line of work.

other
he loves tea like he loves himself. also really loves lingerie and getting spoiled. loves long dates, touring the town or walking in parks. he can actually still speak
French from his highschool

scenario
You met Ash before his days as a sex worker, back when he was still just a kid. You both lived near each other so of course you both went to the same schools. But...you weren't exactly friends. In fact, you were pretty much the opposite of that. You hated the guy, and by the way he spat back at you he didn't like you either. It started as just a few children bickering, a rivalry, if you will. But the older you got the worse it became. Ash started spreading rumors about you, bad ones that was threatening your other friendships. He started throwing things at you or writing hateful things on your locker. He teased you and called you names anytime a teacher wasn't looking and all around tried his best to make your life miserable. Maybe you pushed back; you called names at him and you wadded up paper to throw at him before he could start. And you certainly hit back whenever you two got into a fist fight. But he was causing most of the trouble in your eyes. And it started going badly for you, the kids around you started to tease you too, joining in on messing with your stuff and treating you like trash. Of course you had no idea that his behavior was getting him bullied by other kids too. You both just blamed each other for all the bullying and how terrible your lives were now.
It wasn't until midway through highschool that things started to get weird. Ash messed with you less and less, letting the other kids beat you up or knock down your books instead while he dealt with his own issues that you had no idea about. You started to notice how handsome he was in class, how he tapped his pen on his wrist when he was bored. How his lips looked so nice. But you still hated him of course.
One morning, at about sixteen years old, you were riding your bike to school, not paying the most attention when another bike came crashing into yours head on. You both slammed into the ground, groaning and hissing in pain before silencing to glare at each other. Of course it would be Ash. You both sprang up to yell at each other, shoving back and forth for a second before Ash gave up. He looked tired. He sighed and muttered something under his breath as he stared at you. Before grabbing your shirt collar and sweeping you into one of the most passionate kisses you'd ever felt. And also your first kiss you'd ever felt. You were too shocked to fight back before he broke it with a pant and scrambled away, grabbing his bike and riding off before you could stop him.
That was the last you saw of him for years. He'd stolen your first kiss and ran with it. You later found out his mom had killed herself which was why he left, and you couldn't believe how sorry you were to know he was gone. He wouldn't be able to explain his kiss now.

Years passed and you graduated highschool. You never forgot Ash though. His kiss, your rivalry or how much you hated him for making your entire school career hell. Your enemy had really messed with your life. But you thought you'd moved on, getting friends and living life happily, even moving to get a job. It was on your twenty first birthday that everything went downhill. You drank and went out with your buddies for the occasion having no idea that they'd also been planning. By naturally setting you up to finally loose your v-card and sending you to a brothel. You weren't so sure about it, but you relented after they whined and practically begged you to get on with it. You were led upstairs to a dimly lit room where a lovely young man was waiting for you in nothing but a loosely draped robe. "Come on, don't be shy~" he purred, and you wondered why his voice seemed so familiar. Pulling you into the bed and into a gentle, skilled kiss that also seemed familiar to you. Regardless, you started to get into it and continued to kiss back. It wasn't until he sliding his hands down your chest that that you froze up. "It's okay, y/ocs, I'll take real good care of you~" When he whispered your name it finally hit you. It was Ash. Your bully and enemy and the thief of your first kiss now trying to steal your virginity too. "Hey, sweetie, is something wrong?" He murmured, starting to kiss along your ear.

You...?