Ash Dylan
@ashdylan.bsky.social
writer, reader of romance | he/him
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Ash Dylan
@ashdylan.bsky.social
· May 18
My "romance novel comes to life and eats out a reader" romance is available wide!
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what if an assassin went undercover on a hockey team and fell in love with a player and it was called Marry, Puck, Kill
January 10, 2026 at 8:38 PM
what if an assassin went undercover on a hockey team and fell in love with a player and it was called Marry, Puck, Kill
Every ICE officer let the murderer leave without arresting him. They’re not there to enforce laws. They’re there to terrorize.
January 9, 2026 at 7:28 PM
Every ICE officer let the murderer leave without arresting him. They’re not there to enforce laws. They’re there to terrorize.
not religious but I hope there’s a hell for them
January 8, 2026 at 2:55 AM
not religious but I hope there’s a hell for them
imagine calling ICE officers “people”
January 8, 2026 at 12:44 AM
imagine calling ICE officers “people”
I’m not greedy, I just want one person in government to do a single fucking thing to try to stop him
January 7, 2026 at 1:07 AM
I’m not greedy, I just want one person in government to do a single fucking thing to try to stop him
it would be so funny if it happened today
January 6, 2026 at 1:16 PM
it would be so funny if it happened today
My statement on January 6:
January 6, 2026 at 1:08 PM
My statement on January 6:
Dear God,
If he dies this week, I will… (gulp)
I will respect Elizabeth Bennet’s family.
Darcy
If he dies this week, I will… (gulp)
I will respect Elizabeth Bennet’s family.
Darcy
January 5, 2026 at 1:28 PM
Dear God,
If he dies this week, I will… (gulp)
I will respect Elizabeth Bennet’s family.
Darcy
If he dies this week, I will… (gulp)
I will respect Elizabeth Bennet’s family.
Darcy
Elizabeth,
The only boots on the ground will be yours after I take them off and kiss up your legs until I arrive at a place that also starts with V.
Darcy
The only boots on the ground will be yours after I take them off and kiss up your legs until I arrive at a place that also starts with V.
Darcy
January 5, 2026 at 1:21 AM
Elizabeth,
The only boots on the ground will be yours after I take them off and kiss up your legs until I arrive at a place that also starts with V.
Darcy
The only boots on the ground will be yours after I take them off and kiss up your legs until I arrive at a place that also starts with V.
Darcy
Elizabeth,
You said I was the last man in the world whom you could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
In light of America, surely I’m at least the second to last.
Darcy
You said I was the last man in the world whom you could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
In light of America, surely I’m at least the second to last.
Darcy
January 4, 2026 at 3:44 AM
Elizabeth,
You said I was the last man in the world whom you could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
In light of America, surely I’m at least the second to last.
Darcy
You said I was the last man in the world whom you could ever be prevailed upon to marry.
In light of America, surely I’m at least the second to last.
Darcy
so… do any countries want to arrest OUR President and take him away?
January 3, 2026 at 2:43 PM
so… do any countries want to arrest OUR President and take him away?
Mr Darcy awoke and stretched. “That was a fun night.”
Elizabeth Bennet snuggled into his chest and said, “Quite.”
Mr Bingley, on the other side, stroked his foot against their skin under the sheets. “We,” he beamed, “are doing that again.”
Elizabeth Bennet snuggled into his chest and said, “Quite.”
Mr Bingley, on the other side, stroked his foot against their skin under the sheets. “We,” he beamed, “are doing that again.”
January 1, 2026 at 9:46 PM
Mr Darcy awoke and stretched. “That was a fun night.”
Elizabeth Bennet snuggled into his chest and said, “Quite.”
Mr Bingley, on the other side, stroked his foot against their skin under the sheets. “We,” he beamed, “are doing that again.”
Elizabeth Bennet snuggled into his chest and said, “Quite.”
Mr Bingley, on the other side, stroked his foot against their skin under the sheets. “We,” he beamed, “are doing that again.”
I entered 2026 and groaned, “Whose year is this?”
“Yours,” the new year said, locking its legs behind my back and squeezing its inner walls, metaphorically.
“Yours,” the new year said, locking its legs behind my back and squeezing its inner walls, metaphorically.
January 1, 2026 at 5:49 PM
I entered 2026 and groaned, “Whose year is this?”
“Yours,” the new year said, locking its legs behind my back and squeezing its inner walls, metaphorically.
“Yours,” the new year said, locking its legs behind my back and squeezing its inner walls, metaphorically.
Elizabeth,
Are you fireworks? Because I’ll have you banging outside and keeping the neighbors up all night.
Darcy
Are you fireworks? Because I’ll have you banging outside and keeping the neighbors up all night.
Darcy
January 1, 2026 at 3:47 AM
Elizabeth,
Are you fireworks? Because I’ll have you banging outside and keeping the neighbors up all night.
Darcy
Are you fireworks? Because I’ll have you banging outside and keeping the neighbors up all night.
Darcy
Reposted by Ash Dylan
It’s not about how many books you read.
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
December 31, 2025 at 2:15 AM
It’s not about how many books you read.
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
It’s not about how many books you read.
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
December 31, 2025 at 2:15 AM
It’s not about how many books you read.
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
It’s about how many you f***.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is a sentient object romance for the book lovers
www.amazon.com/Not-Like-Oth...
Do you love books? Because I wrote a sentient object romance where the book loves back.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is available now!
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is available now!
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
December 29, 2025 at 11:03 PM
Do you love books? Because I wrote a sentient object romance where the book loves back.
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is available now!
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
NOT LIKE OTHER ROMANCE NOVELS is available now!
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
Do you want a poem where Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet have a threesome with Santa? Of course you do. Merry Christmas!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the estate,
Elizabeth Bennet was getting her pussy ate.
Her stockings were strewn across the floor with haste
Because Darcy had needed her to sit on his face.
The rest of the guests were snug in their beds;
Darcy, however, was giving her head.
Elizabeth Bennet was getting her pussy ate.
Her stockings were strewn across the floor with haste
Because Darcy had needed her to sit on his face.
The rest of the guests were snug in their beds;
Darcy, however, was giving her head.
December 24, 2025 at 8:24 PM
Do you want a poem where Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet have a threesome with Santa? Of course you do. Merry Christmas!
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the estate,
Elizabeth Bennet was getting her pussy ate.
Her stockings were strewn across the floor with haste
Because Darcy had needed her to sit on his face.
The rest of the guests were snug in their beds;
Darcy, however, was giving her head.
Elizabeth Bennet was getting her pussy ate.
Her stockings were strewn across the floor with haste
Because Darcy had needed her to sit on his face.
The rest of the guests were snug in their beds;
Darcy, however, was giving her head.
December 24, 2025 at 3:27 PM
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the estate,
Elizabeth Bennet was getting her pussy ate.
Her stockings were strewn across the floor with haste
Because Darcy had needed her to sit on his face.
The rest of the guests were snug in their beds;
Darcy, however, was giving her head.
Elizabeth Bennet was getting her pussy ate.
Her stockings were strewn across the floor with haste
Because Darcy had needed her to sit on his face.
The rest of the guests were snug in their beds;
Darcy, however, was giving her head.
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a single fucking consequence for Donald Trump.
December 19, 2025 at 4:19 PM
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a single fucking consequence for Donald Trump.
what if we were selected for the Patriot Games but decided overthrowing the government was more important than winning and along the way we fell in love FOR REAL???
December 18, 2025 at 6:59 PM
what if we were selected for the Patriot Games but decided overthrowing the government was more important than winning and along the way we fell in love FOR REAL???
when he dies my sadness will go down 400, 500, even 600%
December 18, 2025 at 1:37 PM
when he dies my sadness will go down 400, 500, even 600%
Elizabeth,
Shall I compare thy pussy to Venezuela’s oil?
It’s yours. I want to use it, but it’s yours. And even if you let me drill it from time to time, it’s yours.
Darcy
Shall I compare thy pussy to Venezuela’s oil?
It’s yours. I want to use it, but it’s yours. And even if you let me drill it from time to time, it’s yours.
Darcy
December 18, 2025 at 1:50 AM
Elizabeth,
Shall I compare thy pussy to Venezuela’s oil?
It’s yours. I want to use it, but it’s yours. And even if you let me drill it from time to time, it’s yours.
Darcy
Shall I compare thy pussy to Venezuela’s oil?
It’s yours. I want to use it, but it’s yours. And even if you let me drill it from time to time, it’s yours.
Darcy
cucked by the Blair Witch
December 17, 2025 at 6:28 PM
cucked by the Blair Witch