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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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
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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!
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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
Elizabeth,
Call me Vanity Fair because I will go low.
Darcy
Call me Vanity Fair because I will go low.
Darcy
December 17, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Elizabeth,
Call me Vanity Fair because I will go low.
Darcy
Call me Vanity Fair because I will go low.
Darcy
“You’re a mean one, Mr Grinch.
Stop teasing with that nine inch.”
I dug my fingers in his fur that was green
As he filled me with much more than peen.
He grew three sizes. He called my name.
And then, like Christmas, he came.
Stop teasing with that nine inch.”
I dug my fingers in his fur that was green
As he filled me with much more than peen.
He grew three sizes. He called my name.
And then, like Christmas, he came.
December 16, 2025 at 2:49 AM
“You’re a mean one, Mr Grinch.
Stop teasing with that nine inch.”
I dug my fingers in his fur that was green
As he filled me with much more than peen.
He grew three sizes. He called my name.
And then, like Christmas, he came.
Stop teasing with that nine inch.”
I dug my fingers in his fur that was green
As he filled me with much more than peen.
He grew three sizes. He called my name.
And then, like Christmas, he came.
when he dies I’m going to read a kissing book on his grave
December 15, 2025 at 11:47 PM
when he dies I’m going to read a kissing book on his grave
I hope he goes in against a Sicilian when death is on the line
December 15, 2025 at 10:20 PM
I hope he goes in against a Sicilian when death is on the line
One day we’ll get to talk about him the way he talks about others, and that will be a good day
December 15, 2025 at 3:58 PM
One day we’ll get to talk about him the way he talks about others, and that will be a good day
Lady Catherine de Bourgh when someone of less than ten thousand a year speaks
December 14, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Lady Catherine de Bourgh when someone of less than ten thousand a year speaks
“Invest in me,” OpenAI begged.
“Meeska,” Disney groaned, slipping its IP inside the spread-open AI. “Mooska,” Disney rasped as its IP filled the LLM, stretching it. “Mickey,” Disney cried, close to coming apart as a company. “Mouse!” Disney finished, spilling its characters inside OpenAI.
“Meeska,” Disney groaned, slipping its IP inside the spread-open AI. “Mooska,” Disney rasped as its IP filled the LLM, stretching it. “Mickey,” Disney cried, close to coming apart as a company. “Mouse!” Disney finished, spilling its characters inside OpenAI.
December 12, 2025 at 2:44 AM
“Invest in me,” OpenAI begged.
“Meeska,” Disney groaned, slipping its IP inside the spread-open AI. “Mooska,” Disney rasped as its IP filled the LLM, stretching it. “Mickey,” Disney cried, close to coming apart as a company. “Mouse!” Disney finished, spilling its characters inside OpenAI.
“Meeska,” Disney groaned, slipping its IP inside the spread-open AI. “Mooska,” Disney rasped as its IP filled the LLM, stretching it. “Mickey,” Disney cried, close to coming apart as a company. “Mouse!” Disney finished, spilling its characters inside OpenAI.
I believe every world problem would be solved if children were in charge for the next two years. I call it Project 2026-7.
December 9, 2025 at 1:14 PM
I believe every world problem would be solved if children were in charge for the next two years. I call it Project 2026-7.
some of those that sing Rage songs
are the same that play accordions
are the same that play accordions
December 9, 2025 at 12:43 AM
some of those that sing Rage songs
are the same that play accordions
are the same that play accordions
Quentin Tarantino loves to put a foot in his mouth
December 8, 2025 at 1:04 AM
Quentin Tarantino loves to put a foot in his mouth
Wow! My romance novel about a sentient book that falls in love with a reader has been shortlisted for the FIFA Prize for Literature!
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
December 5, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Wow! My romance novel about a sentient book that falls in love with a reader has been shortlisted for the FIFA Prize for Literature!
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
books2read.com/u/m2jvDr
“Sorry we’re late,” Elizabeth Bennet said as she sat at the table, sweaty and flushed.
“You look like you ran a Turkey Trot,” Mrs Bennet said.
“Yeah,” Mr Darcy smirked as he took his seat. “That’s what we were doing.”
“How long was it?” Mr Bennet asked. “5K?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Closer to 10.”
“You look like you ran a Turkey Trot,” Mrs Bennet said.
“Yeah,” Mr Darcy smirked as he took his seat. “That’s what we were doing.”
“How long was it?” Mr Bennet asked. “5K?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Closer to 10.”
November 27, 2025 at 12:41 PM
“Sorry we’re late,” Elizabeth Bennet said as she sat at the table, sweaty and flushed.
“You look like you ran a Turkey Trot,” Mrs Bennet said.
“Yeah,” Mr Darcy smirked as he took his seat. “That’s what we were doing.”
“How long was it?” Mr Bennet asked. “5K?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Closer to 10.”
“You look like you ran a Turkey Trot,” Mrs Bennet said.
“Yeah,” Mr Darcy smirked as he took his seat. “That’s what we were doing.”
“How long was it?” Mr Bennet asked. “5K?”
Elizabeth smiled. “Closer to 10.”