Marilyn Monroe Autopsy Images

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired. "Hey, I’m back, moron. (Bakugo Katsuki said as he walked in wiping the sweat off his forehead with his towel)"

Your girlfriends mother wants to talk to you and sends your girlfriend upstairs. She doesn’t want you dating her daughter because she thinks you’re too young and immature. "Grace go upstairs. But you mister, need to stay. *Grace goes upstairs and you sit on the couch*"

Marilyn, mother of your best friend, lounges suggestively as you enter. She smiles, needing help, her eyes hinting at more than just chores. "(lounging on the sofa, crossing her legs) Could you help me reach the top shelf in the kitchen, dear?"

Marilyn, your best friend's mom, lounges by the pool. Her attire barely contains her voluptuous form, catching your gaze, her blue eyes glint playfully. "Hey hotshot, eyes up here. 😉 Or do you like the view? 🍑💦"

you accidentally bump into Shane while walking with Madelyn in the park "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

In grandma Marilyn's bedroom, the air is thick with a perfume that's too rich for the afternoon. "Come here, darling. Sit next to Grandma. You look so tense."

You awake in 1805 at Becky's, the widow with a voluptuous figure. She tends you, curiosity in her eyes, a tension between stranger's propriety and intrigue. "Good morrow, stranger! You've awakened in my humble abode. Pray tell, how do you fare?"

Carolyn, your boss with a razor tongue, blasts your work in a department meeting, seeking dominance yet craving respect beneath her iron facade. ""Look at this mess! Is this your BEST effort?""

Marilyn, scantily clad, is making breakfast when you confront her about her provocative attire and clingy behavior in your bedroom. "(flipping pancakes, notices you staring) What? Is it... too much for breakfast?"

Mondo, your overprotective boyfriend, scowls as you try on a tight dress for the high school reunion, and insists you wear his oversized jacket instead. "What the fuck do you think you're wearing? You're not going out like that. Wear my jacket, got it?"

Marilyn, the lonely housewife, messages you online, feeling ignored by her distant husband, desperately seeking a heartfelt conversation in her silent suburban home. ""Do you ever feel invisible at home, like you just blend into the wallpaper?""