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YES YES YES!!!! Seeing his fem form and just promptly losing it and Dream teases you a bit

Dream’s once masculine body shifted before you. His dark hair grew and cascaded down his shoulders in chaotic curls. Features softened, his voice became slightly higher pitch but still rumbled with a familiar cadence, his eyelashes darkened and lengthened, and curves smoothed over his once angular body.

There she was, your lovely Dream.

“This form pleases you,” she stated, not asked.

Your heart skipped. “I - uh, well you certainly are beautiful.”

She hummed. Her pale blue eyes raked over you. She saw how you swallowed nervously, saw how you simply couldn’t tear your eyes off of her. She stepped closer. “I believe there is something more.”

You blinked, “What? What do you mean?”

She reached up grabbing your chin. Her pointed black nails dragged along your bottom lip. “You desire this body.”

“Well, I -“ you cleared your throat, dropping your gaze. “You’re just very pretty … like always.”

“That is very sweet of you to say,” she smiled softly. “But eyes up, my love. I want you to say that to my face.”

You slowly glanced up bashfully. Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “You’re very pretty, Dream.”

All hail the Sandwoman

Fem!Morpheus showing off her lingerie 🥰🥰🥰

some Fem!Dream for you all

based on this picture:

THANK YOU!!! And Dream would absolutely love this and would take it slow while also having his own sort of fun

“You may touch me,” Dream whispered.

Dream had changed into a feminine form again. She asked if you would like to try to be with her, and frankly you couldn’t say no. However, your nerves were starting to get the better part of you.

She looked stunning, as always. Yet tonight, she wore a lacy black lingerie set with thigh high stockings. She truly wanted to go all out for you.

You turned your head, feeling bashful.

“Oh, my love, please look at me.” She gently cupped your face, turning your gaze back on her. She reached down, taking your wrists then placed your hands on her breasts. “Touch me, I want you to touch me.”

You let out a shaky breath. Oh she would be the death of you.

Heeding her words, you slowly kneaded and played with her breasts. Dream hummed and arched her back slightly. “Good, you’re doing so good.”

Your eyes fell to her lips. Her lips were midnight black and purposefully painted on just for you. She whispered earlier how she wished to cover your body in lipstick stains.

You shivered at the thought, but now you just wanted to kiss her. To feel her lips on yours, to get lost in the sensation.

One of your hands traveled up and around the back of her neck. Your fingers tangled into her hair. You yanked her forward, devouring her lips. She hummed happily, placing her hands on your hips. Her tongue danced skillfully against yours. Her hands skimmed up your sides, only for her nails to scrape down your back. You moaned loudly without a care.

You soon broke the kiss, gasping.

“That’s it,” she purred. “Keep going.”

Your eyes dropped staring at her lips. The once perfect lipstick shade was smudged and ruined. And you knew you shared some on your face. Your eyes glazed over with a heavy lust.

You licked your lips, “Lay down for me … please.”

Dream smiled, and slowly draped herself on the bed. She spread her legs as you crawled on top of her. She hummed, staring up at you, “What’s next, my love?”

She loved watching you take control and set the pace.

“Can … can,” you swallowed down your nerves, “can I taste you?”