#Masked Intruder

[sadboimetal]

A little research project

Hello!

I am currently conducting audience research on masked anonymous bands, particularly on the experiences, and larger fandom culture surrounding them for my Master’s dissertation. If anyone would be interested in sharing their story and what attracted them to bands like Sleep Token, Ghost, The Residents, Masked Intruder, etc. in the first place, I would definitely want to know! If you are interested, I will reach out privately and send a survey with some questions as well as a consent form. If you have any questions I will answer them there as well!

Thank you fellow mask enjoyers :) :) :)

[notreallyhere666]

intruder in my house who's just so tall and strong that comes into my bedroom while i'm sleeping. he's masked.

he begins sliding the tip of his knife on my legs, slowly reaching higher. i'm on my stomach and he just grabs my ass, kneading the flesh.

as i kinda feel his touch i start to wake up. when he realises i'm awake he flips me so i'm laying on my back and he straddles my chest, keeping me in place.

he puts two of his fingers in my mouth, getting me to such on them and swirl my tongue around the digits.

then he pulls out his cock, slides it between my lips and skullfucks me hard and fast. i'm crying at this point but this only gets him going as he cums on my face.

he goes between my legs, keeping my thighs open with his hands as he kneels between them. he stares at my pussy, watching me getting wet as he teases me with his knife.

my clit is throbbing and this point and without any prep he just pushes inside balls deep. my legs shake as he holds them near my face, folding me in half.

he goes on for hours, just filling me up with cum and changing positions when he wants.

[iambyakko]

Me in nude nylon bodysuit, silicone mask, and stocking mask.

[ummm0pi]

Pretty Girl (not proofread) pt. 2 maybe?? soon?? idk

For the past few weeks you’ve been paranoid… there’s a killer thats been making the rounds. The entire town is struck with fear, especially you… all alone in your tiny house. ”fuck…” you mutter to yourself. You worked closing shift, it’s 12:25am, and your coworker who was SUPPOSED to be a safe buddy and walk home with you ditched you to hang with her “boyfriend”. You gather up all your courage and walk down the dark alley that leads to your house. “i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. i’ll be okay. what are the chances anything will happen to ME”. you turn quickly when you hear a rustle and gasp, your eyes focus in on a figure… a cat? “pst pst pst, cmere pretty girl…” you let out a sigh when you realize it’s just the cat that lives in the alley. you’d take her in but she seems to love being outside. you bend down and giggle when you think how trivial it would be to think you were being followed by a killer. “where’ve you been pretty girl… i haven’t seen you in a while”

you tilt your head and mutter to yourself… “pretty girl… when will i be someone’s pretty girl”. you quickly shake the thought away as you realize you shouldn’t be out so long.

you unlock your front door quickly and shut it behind you as you walk in “mm..” you stretch your arms and legs as you place your keys down. right when you’re about to sit on your couch your phone rings… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. A shiver runs up your spine as you get a bad feeling… you quickly decline the call and look to make sure you locked the front door. “hah.. it’s okay, i’m being dramatic… it’s just a phone call”. Not even a minute later you get another phone call… UNKNOWN CALLER ID. You frown and muster up the courage to answer.

“Hello?”

“…”

“Is anyone there… look it’s almost 1am and i’m tired. if this is a prank call it isn’t funny, i’m blocking your fucking num-“

“you shouldn’t do that.”

you feel the blood drain from your face, you feel like there’s a huge pit in your stomach… you wanna hang up, but you can’t. you’re paralyzed with fear.

“cat got your tongue? mm?”

“who… who is this. this isn’t funny.”

“oh i never said it was baby… you sound so scared… so quiet”

your entire body is shaking, you chest feels tight, you can’t breathe.

“you gonna say anything?? how about you tell me about your favorite horror movie, hmm?”

you gasp and break out of your paralyzed states. you hang up the phone and quickly block the number. “fuck fuck fuck fuck what do i do”

you run around like a headless chicken, not even sure what you’re trying to accomplish. you halt all your movement when you hear a knock. you snap your head to the front door. no… it didn’t come from there… you feel your heart drop… it’s coming from inside… the bathroom? the bedroom? you stand there for a second, unsure of what to do. run out the front door or look… “i’m just hearing things, i’m being paranoid”

before you could make a decision you hear the bedroom floors creak then a figure quickly lunge out at you.

“WHYD YOU HANG UP THE PHONE. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU SHOULDNT DO THAT”

your body reacts before your brain. you scream and run for the front door. it’s so close, only a few feet away, just one more step. no no no wait i’m so close. your vision becomes blurry, your head is pounding. so close yet so far… he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you down, head smacking against the ground.

“p- please…” you groan and bring your hands to your head, trying to soothe the throbbing. your vision clears and you gasp. a white mask… the mouth elongated… like a scream, right before you.

“awh baby… if you had just listened you wouldn’t be in this situation”. he spits out baby to you in a mocking tone, it should be filled with love and warmth but you’re focused on the large knife that he’s waving in front of your face, glistening in the moon light.

“m’sorry… please don’t hurt me… so sorry…” you let out pathetic sobs as you beg for your life, terrified of the masked man’s intention… the killer… the infamous ghostface.

“too late… whatever happens now is your fault”. His tone hardened. Chills run down your spine. This is the end.

“nono please i’ll do anything, please i… i don’t wanna die”. you go silent as he hold up his index finger to his mask in a shushing motion. he suddenly grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks so hard it’s bound to leave bruises if you even make it out alive.

“anything..? mm…” you stare up with doe eyes, hoping that he’ll let you live. “don’t move.”

you groan as he harshly pulls your head to the side, exposing your neck. you squeeze your eyes shut and quietly sob as you feel his knife make contact with your skin. He winces as he adds just enough pressure to break skin and draw up beads of blood. you gasp when you feel his tongue makes contact with the cut he made.

“god… maybe i’ll be nice since you’re being so good now…” you hear the knife hit the floor as he throws it across the room. you gasp when you feel his hands slowly trace the sides of your hips then harshly grip them.

“no- no wait anything but this… please don’t i’ll do anything, ANYTHING but this”. your body quickly reacts and your hands lunge towards his to stop his advances. how you quickly regretted that. you watch as he pulls a plastic bag out from under his long black robe. You thrash and try to push him away. This is the end. You feel him adjust his knees to either side of your waist, his weight keeping you pinned down as he places the bag over your face. you scratch at his hands and attempt to pull his face off, to no avail. your vision slowly starts to fade to black, stars painting the back of your eyelids. suddenly you feel yourself being pulled back to life. you swallow down as much air as you can, coughing and tears stinging your eyes in the process.

“your only other option is to die baby… you really want that?” he places the bag over your face again before you can fully catch your breath. your limbs starting to become weak, your body giving up on you. you don’t want to die, but oh you’re so tired. then he pulls that bag off again. you cringe as you cough so hard your nose stings. he lets out a hearty laugh. if it were under different circumstances you think your heart would’ve melted at such a laugh, but no. He’s laughing at your suffering.

“you already giving up so easily? that’s borinnnngggg” he sounds almost childish, as if it’s a game to him. it is a game to him. “mm”

he tilts his head to the side as if he’s thinking. before you know it the bag is over your face a third time. the same sensations coming over you. he’ll take the bag off again. he’s messing around, but the bag never comes off. you feel yourself fading off into black. “is there an after life? hah… at least i don’t have to go back to work”. your thoughts start slowing down. it’s dark. it’s quiet.

[crimebaddies]

I need to experience this before I die. I want to be stalked, followed home by some girls dressed just like this, tied up & taken away wherever they plan to take me. I mean, yea I might put up a little fight but I’ll let them win if they bring the right tools to persuade me to cooperate (🔫🔪)

I’m not the sub you manhandle, I’m the kinda sub you outsmart. Women are smarter than men, right? Prove it to me 😩

[fsh20den]

Alle gefesselt, geknebelt, die Augen verbunden!

Dann im Schlafzimmer aufs Bett geworfen!

[maekar76]

The Punk Rock Museum

Las Vegas, Nevada

[spuun-man]

Happy valentines day, gamers

[sadboimetal]

A little research project Pt. 2

Hey Y'all! Thank you guys so much for expressing interest in this research project! I just wanted to do a second post in case anyone else wanted to participate (Also Tumblr is being fucky and it is not letting me reach out to people properly)

As mentioned, I am currently conducting audience research on masked anonymous bands, particularly on the experiences, and larger fandom culture surrounding them for my Master’s dissertation. If anyone would be interested in sharing their story and what attracted them to bands like Sleep Token, Ghost, The Residents, Masked Intruder, etc. in the first place, I would definitely want to know! If you are interested, I will reach out privately and send a survey with some questions as well as a consent form. If you have any questions I will answer them there as well!

here is the survey:

https://app.onlinesurveys.jisc.ac.uk/s/greenwich/anonymous-performances-audience-research

I also have a consent form (you do not need to put your real name if you do not want to, just a signature and your username)

make a copy of the form and just send it to the gmail account it was sent from, thanks!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P3QIHFXkL3DgpbhX1WQ3WHxfUdfizeJCfxF78llAOME/edit?usp=sharing

Take your time, and I am excited to hear what y'all have to say!!!!

[fsh20den]

Klingelgangster überfällt Frau und ihre Töchter.

Sie muß ihren Töchtern die Hände auf den Rücken fesseln!

Was hat der Maskierte mit ihnen vor?

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Remand Is Given In Assault Case," North Bay Nugget. March 22, 1943. Page 3. ---- The identity of the lone suspect arrested by police to date in connection with the alleged criminal assault made at gunpoint upon a married woman in her Main street apartment on March 13 was revealed in city police court this morning when Ernest Cote, 20 years old, of North Bay, was arraigned before the magistrate on a rape charge.

The prisoner, who had been remanded in custody a week ago for trial, was again remanded to the district jail this morning, this to March 29. The second remand was requested by Crown Attorney E. A. Tilley, in order that the case could be further investigated.

Makes No Plea Cote, who was not asked to make an election or plea, appeared little concerned in the proceedings during his brief appearance before the magistrate today. He was represented by John McColeman.

The accused man was taken into custody on Sunday afternoon, March 14, by Constable Ivan Thurlow, one day after the woman, whose husband was en route to North Bay from an active army post to spend leave at his home, made a report to police on the assault case, alleging the most outrageous of its kind on record here.

Police said they were informed by the woman that she went to the door of her apartment at 3 a.m. in answer to a knock and found herself confronted with a masked gunman, who forced her into the bathroom where he committed the assault after making her remove her clothing.

The gunman told his victim that he would kill her children, who were asleep in the bedroom at the time, if she attempted to call for help, and on leaving the premises by a rear entrance warned her that he would return and harm the children if she reported the case, police said.

[punkrockmixtapes]

Listen/purchase: Gimme Parole by Masked Intruder

[haunted-dollboy]

crying in the club to masked intruder rn

[crimebaddies]

[jeremythejirachi]

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