Dirty Deeds.

Done Dirty Cheap. Independent, canon-divergent MCU Bullseye. Special Agent Benjamin 'Dex' Poindexter. 21+ Only.

[mcneyshct]

Independent, canon-divergent Benjamin Poindexter from Netflix/Marvel Daredevil series. 

Please note; triggering content within so proceed with caution.

Hello there! I’m Zed and this is my nifty little pinned post. I’m over 21 and due to the nature of the content of this blog will only interact with others 21 and over. Besides, that’s just what I’m comfortable with. Using the links below you can read up on me and my boy Dex but feel free to shoot me a message if you wanna know more (or even just chat). Cheers team! Lets go!

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30 DAY MARVEL MEME (2/30)

→ Day Two — Your favorite villain: Lester aka Bullseye

“Bullseye doesn’t die.”

[bensonhurstbullet]

let’s keep it real, there’s not really memes where criminal muses can be unapologetically who they are, so here’s some prompts that can be used as drabbles, as threads, or starters. some of these work for law enforcement muses too!

if ‘your muse’/’my muse’ confuses you, just feel free to edit this and type in the name of the muses for the role you deem appropriate.  

TW: for murder, kidnapping, torture & stalking.

[ new identity ] after a botched job, our muses try to assume a new identity in a new location.

[ bribe ] with good money, my muse convinces your muse to look the other way when it comes to illegal activities.

[ murder ] your muse witnesses my muse committing a murder.

[ who are you? ] my muse (civilian) asks your muse (criminal) about their double life.

[ cleaner ] your muse is a crime affiliated cleaner my muse calls to clear the evidence of a scene.

[ neighbors ] your muse (civilian) lives next door to my muse (criminal). one day, your muse sees something shocking through the window.

[ money’s good ] your muse convinces my muse to do a job with them.

[ wash up ] my muse is caught in the bathroom washing the blood from them by your muse. 

[ massacre ] my muse is the sole survivor of an assassination placed on their family and is taken in by your muse. 

[ sellout ] my muse (civilian) contacts your muse (law enforcement) to provide information on the gangster in their life.

[ knife ] my muse threatens your muse at knifepoint for information. 

[ kidnap ] my muse is abducted by your muse because they belong to a prestigious (crime) family.

[ steal ] your muse steals something from my muse.

[ interrogate ] my muse (law enforcement) interrogates your muse about their crime affiliation.

[ watch out! ]my muse narrowly saves your muse from being shot. 

[ loss ] our muses reconnect during a funeral.

[ hostage ] in a police standoff, my muse holds your muse hostage.

[ hideout ] after a job, our muses lay low in a new town. 

[ getaway ]in the midst of a chase, the car of our muses break down.

[ stalk ] my muse (a detective/a rival criminal) is paid to keep a close eye on your muse (a gangster/a gangster’s significant other/a gangster’s child).

[ work ] your muse works at a business where gangsters frequent. you decide to get closer to my muse, one of the gangsters who come in, to see what really happens in the back.

[ undercover ] my muse (law enforcement) enters the criminal underworld to get close to your muse.

[corrupt-dom]

The night we first met. 🖤

[mcneyshct]

[dearestdeathsa]

hey there, if you’re a person who writes villains and are afraid to write them to their full, monstrous potential because this community still has a habit of pretending that makes you a bad person by default instead of pulling their heads out of their asses, you’re safe on my blog and i love you, and will write with you and your villain kids always <3

[mcneyshct]

scarsmasked​:

          ❝Wouldn’t mind the big dick thing to be honest,❞ Billy murmured under his breath, accompanied by an airy laugh. A loose tongue had always been a bit of a problem when he had one too many drinks.

              He stays silent as he listens to Dex recount his time in Hell’s Kitchen, refilling the glass in front of him as there’s a moment of silence from the other man. His eyes flit to the rifle that Dex is working on as he mulls over what he had just told him.

          ❝Yeah, I’m not going to be doing that any time soon. Leather jackets are fine, but a full suit of leather would be where I draw the line and I’d really not have to smell like baby powder all the time. Never been into the bsdm shit. I’m more of a military armor kind of guy.❞ Finishing up the alcohol in his glass, he raised a brow. ❝Regardless… it sounds like you kind of miss it. You ever think about going back?❞

Sigh.

“I think you misinterpreted the story. I’m telling you being me isn’t horrible. No self-righteousness. No delusion. And no talc. I am who I am. People should aspire to be as self-assured as I am.”

Even if that happens to be a hired assassin with more than a few psychopathic tendencies. After all, there was peace in coming to terms with just what Dex was. No more mirage. No more charade. All that meaningless pretending was such a fucking drag.

Never again.

“No. I don’t miss it, however it sounds. Do I ever think about going back? Sure do. Every time I read an article about the devil I do. Who knows? Maybe I’ll go pay him a beating soon. It’s been a while.”

Another pause. Another moment of reminiscing. One thing, Daredevil was always exciting. That man could punch him in the face any day. 

Dreamy. So, so dreamy.

“So have you been dreamin’ about me?” Snap back to reality. “Hot. Was it the whole ‘tying you up’ thing? Because if you want I can string you up again. Have my little nasty way with ya again. Just ask.”

[mcneyshct]

ladydemcn​:

     This was a fun game! His fingers tickled as they indicated his plans, first above her hoof, then at her knee – a little parting of her thighs to let his hand slide along the delicate skin where he’d ultimately want to rid her of one of her limbs. When he leaned back again, Lady flopped back on the cushions and raised her leg up in the air, staring at it, contemplating this idea as well as his question.

     ‘Of course it would hurt, darling. I may be a creature from the underbelly of Hell, but I can feel pain just fine. You’d need a special kind of saw, though, the regular ones can barely chafe the surface.’ Putting both her legs across his lap this time, Lady let out a heavy sigh. ‘I don’t know if they exist, really. Got me all hot ‘n’ bothered and now I have to rain on your parade, Dexie. I’m sorry.’ A dramatic drag of hands in her pale hair, twirling some strands around her horns. ‘I mean, you can try if you want. Must be a little salvation in just hacking away at a demon with a cleaver or something, right? I don’t mind…’

“And by special you mean...” The opposite hand to the one that had previously been toying with her leg started to idly run through the feathering. It really was remarkable. No -- she was. When he thought of the word Devil a certain leather-clad man parading around the rooftops was at the very forefront of his minds eye. But now? He’d have to reassess the definition. “What? Circular? Or blessed by the Pope. Because one of those seems a lot easier to obtain than the other.”

The hand dipped lower, starting to inspect the hardened keratin of the hoof itself.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Nail on nail. He instantly wondered how it’d feel to be stepped on. The thought definitely had its appeal.

“Is this what you do, huh? Turn up, indulge a man in his deepest, darkest, most fucked up little kinks and steal their soul?” Dex considered the situation a little more thoroughly. 

“That’s kinda hot.”

[mcneyshct]

ladydemcn​:

     ‘I’ll bite.’ She scooted closer until she was within his reach, leg still out. ‘How far up would you want to cut it? Would you want to go through the bone or rather go between?’ Was she too forward? To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened and last time it was both legs because her master had wanted some… well, experimental play-time. Not her kink, but she was there to please him at the time, after all.

     ‘I’m afraid my flesh is rather tough, though. Decays very fast after it gets separated from the rest. Not the best for cooking, unfortunately.’

“Guess I’ll have to order in, then.”

His hand grasped the ankle of the extended leg with his fingers slowly running through the feathering as they wrapped around. The hair looked coarse. Thick. But under touch was completely different. Soft. Smooth. Silken.

It was surprising. But to be fair, she was surprising entirely.

“I mean, why only one cut? Could start here.” Referring to where his hand was. Around her ankle. The hand moved up the leg. Up until it rested on the outside of her knee. “Try another one here.”

So his hand could continue to travel up the length and indicate just how much he wanted to remove Dex gripped and dragged her even closer. The hand moved even further up over the outside of the limb. Up until it rested on her hip. “And might as well take the whole thing if I was to go that far. So,” The punctuate the point his fingers dug into the red skin.. “Probably here. At the hip.”

The same fingers which had previously pressed themselves into her skin moved. The kept the same pressure as they followed v the pelvic bone created down between her legs. “Cut down here.” He reached as far as he comfortably could before letting go, reaching around the outside and continuing to trail the incision he’d make. “All around until they met back up again.” Dex gave the outside of her thigh a quick smack before returning his hand to himself.

“But I noticed that you didn’t answer. So; would it hurt if I cut off your leg?”

[mcneyshct]

scarsmasked​:

          With bated breath, Billy’s heart pounded in his chest, eagerly waiting to see if Dex is going to go through with shooting him or if his words were a blank threat. Anticipation courses throughout his body, the excitement building up in his chest.

         And it’s not like Billy wants to die. Rather he finds the dangerous aspect of the situation to be such a turn on. 

          Plus Billy is positive that Dex isn’t going to kill him from the words he had spoken just now. Billy could still be of use to him and why knock out all your pieces when they can still be used to your advantage? Seems like a waste to lose your resources unless you absolutely have to.

          The two men’s eye contact lingers for what seemed to be an infinite period of time. He recognized the look in his assailant’s eyes. It was one Billy knew far too well. Adrenaline rushing to the brain as your victim looks at you so helplessly. What feels like electricity shooting through your veins at the power. The aching in your loins. All feelings that Billy had come to admire. 

         He may not have had feelings of blood lust when he was in the Marine Corps, but something had snapped along the way and he sure as hell did now.

          ❝Mm, I don’t think that’s the best idea. You need me. I know Frank better than anyone else and he’s a smart person… when emotions aren’t getting the better of him.❞ He gives a brief pause as he bites down on his lip. 

          Despite everything there was a tiny part of Billy that still had a fondness and love for Frank, but a job was a job after all.. Maybe if he played his cards right he could get Rawlins killed or kill him himself, but it was easier not to get your hands dirty sometimes despite the feelings of pleasure that came with the kill. Then he’d find a way to deal with Dex. What was next felt like a mystery so given that he got out of this mess, he’d string Dex along for a ride and then he’d figure out things from there. Maybe he and Frank both get out of the city together. At least that was how it played out in his head. Nothing ever went that easy. 

           ❝Look, I know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but I can track him down for you and let you get the kill, but you’re going to owe me more than just the lives of my men and a few drinks, okay? I promise. We both have the same goal.❞

          He’s giving his best puppy dog eyes at this point, but he’s not even sure if his charm could win over a guy like Dex. Wasn’t like he could do much else with his hands and legs tied, so he had to rely on the classics.

Offer. Counter-offer. It was what made up the basis of negotiation. Offer and then counter-offer until both parties had compromised enough to reach an agreeable outcome.

“Is that what you think this is? Oh Billy...” He spoke as though Russo was privy to his private thoughts. Hell -- maybe he was. Dex emphasized his disappointment in the man but gently tapping the barrel of the gun against the other’s forehead. 

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Dex turned, grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over so it stood directly before Russo. 

“Billy. Billy. Billy.”

His very own tut tut tut. Dex decided to get comfortable, so sat in the rather uncomfortable chair. Was really only a half-step above standing. But it was enough. “You say you want the same thing as me? Because I don’t think you do.”

It was nothing personal; his gripe with the quote unquote Punisher. Frank was just a stepping stone to his greatness. And if he took Russo up on his offer then he might take credit for his kill. Dex couldn’t have that happening. He was tired of having people benefit off his work. Not without being handsomely rewarded with his efforts.

“See, what I want is you to keep out of my business. And what you want is to put me in debt. You’re a smart man, Billy. Does that sound like we want the same thing? Because from my position? Just so you know, it’s the position with the gun. From my position it looks like you’re trying to fuck me. Is that what you’re trying to do Billy?” Dex extended a leg, placing the sole of the boot on the others chest. Dead-center. 

“You trying to fuck me big guy?” A small shove of his leg created enough distance for Dex to return his foot back to the ground. “And here I thought we were going to be great friends. I come here, offer you a chance to sit in your nice little office in that nice little building while I kill the man who’s fucking your shit up. Hell, I wasn’t even going to charge you for it. And instead you want to bend me over and fuck me. You’re a real piece of work, Billy. A real piece of work.”

“Should I just kill you and be done with it? It sounds like the simplest course of action. But will Frank just leave the city if he hears you’re dead? Tracking him down across the entire country sounds fucking annoying. Ugh. You’re making things very fucking frustrating. What would you do if someone was getting in your way, Billy. Help me out a little here.”

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[mcneyshct]

Answer for @scarsmasked from this meme.

“ i’m turning into you. it’s a horrible dream. “

“Oh no. I’m turning into a smart, talented, handsome fuck with a big dick. Woe is me.” Even after what could be described as a personal attack, Dex didn’t cease cleaning the barrel of the dissembled M4 rifle currently splayed across the small coffee table. 

“We’re friends, right? You and I. Me and you. So, let me tell you something I picked up along the way. There was a time I was turned into the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Billy clubs. Red leather, re-enforced BDSM suit. Self-righteous, indignant, holier-than-thou bullshit and everything.” Now he stopped, head falling back allowing him to stare up at the ceiling above him.

Was he reminiscing right now?

It continued for a few moments before he started to reassemble the rifle without looking. And with remarkable accuracy.

When was his accuracy anything but?

“Wasn’t too bad in hindsight. Listen Billy, what I’m trying to tell you is there are always worse things to turn in to.”

Click. Clack. Clock.

Soon, a fully serviced and operational M4 rifle was rested on the table. Dex inspected the weapon before turning back.

“Do you realize just how much baby powder I had to use to get into that suit? A lot. The answer is a lot.”

[mcneyshct]

scarsmasked​:

mcneyshct asked: ❰❰ CHIN ❱❱

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱   sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

meme.

            Billy’s situated on his knees in front of the other man, forced to look up at him by the gun positioned on his chin forcing him to look upward. Looking up at him with a defiant, courageous sparkle in his brown eyes, Billy scoffs. ❝If you’re trying to scare me it’s not going to work. We’re not too different you and I, so if you were going to kill me then you would have done it already.❞ Raising a dark brow, a laugh leaves Billy’s lips. ❝So, what is it you want from me?❞

@mcneyshct

“I’m not sure what pisses me off more. You thinking we’re not too different.” His voice trailed off into silence as he pressed the end of the barrel into his chin further. It was still warm from the murder of two of his men.

“Or me actually starting to be convinced that we’re not too different.”

His hand contracted around the grip of the M11 pistol. The finger that sat on the trigger started to squeeze. Tighter. Tighter. Tighter still. Until...

Bang.

Time seemed to slow down dramatically when the red mist of a perfectly landed headshot spread into the air. Patterns emerged in the chaotic mishmash of blood and bone and brain matter. Dex often wondered if he could read ones fortune in the mess. His own, personal version of reading tea leaves. He’d always trace it in wonder. 

Whatever it was, one thing was for certain.

It was exciting.

And in a blink of an eye, it started to reverse. The bullet slowly retreated; returning the previously expelled gore into it’s rightful place. The spent casing jumped back into the chamber. The gunpower lost in the ignition returned. 

He was left with an intact bullet. 

And an equally intact Billy Russo.

“I’m gonna kill Frank, Billy.” The pistol was still pressed to his chin. Dex enjoyed the way it felt. The power it bestowed. It was electricity that ran straight to his dick. “Me. I am. He’s mine. So, you’re gonna back off it, right? Call it a professional courtesy. And in return...” Rather regrettably the tip of the barrel was removed from his skin. It was still aimed in his general direction though. Just not actually on him. “... I won’t make a Jackson Pollock rendition out of your Anvil boys. Or at least not the others.”

“Sounds good, right? Win-win.”

[mcneyshct]

ladydemcn​:

     ‘Now why would you want that, darling?’ In response to his rather rude question, she pokes one of her well-shaped legs out at him, the feathering around her hoof soft and conditioned, black as the night. ‘Wouldn’t that just be an utter waste of a good leg?’

“Would it hurt you if I cut off one of your legs?”

@mcneyshct​   ||   meme

“Well, I don’t necessarily want... that.”

Mother fucker lied through his teeth. While Julie Andrews wouldn’t be singing about dismemberment if he had written The Sound of Music; it would’ve been close to appearing on the list of his Favourite Things.

A cold, hard gaze travelled up along the shapely limb. Wasn’t everyday he saw something like that. Something like this. 

He kinda wanted to run his hands over it. His mouth definitely started to salivate at the prospect.

“But it wouldn’t be a complete waste. I learned an excellent curry recipe from a guy in Bengaluru a little while back. Good guy. Not very talkative though. Shame.”

[lovesvampire]

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE QUOTES ASK MEMES !

“ i’ve never seen anything like you. “

“ move or you will be moved. “

“ hey, sailor. “

“ is there anything real about you? “

“ nevermind i take it back. “

“ i hate you. “

“ fine! do you want me to drive? “

“ man, shut the hell up. “

“ there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. “

“ i’m with you till the end of the line. “

“ you are a hard person to get a hold of. “

“ there’s worse ways to go. “

“ got anything for me? “

“ please, stay. “

“ it’s not your fault. “

“ didn’t see that one coming? “

“ don’t do anything stupid till i get back. “

“ is it me you see? “

“ i adore you. “

“ we don’t want to kill you, but we will. “

“ let’s kick his ass. “

“ i had no idea if that was going to work. “

“ still think you’re the only monster? “

“ i’m not going to fight you. “

“ i’m always picking up after you. “

“ hands off. “

“ he was very hot. “

“ you’re all not worthy. “

“ maybe if you were more attractive it’d be less disturbing. “

“ hey what’s up everybody! “

“ c’mon use your words! “

“ i don’t even know who you are. “

“ what? no smile? “

“ you’re not going to stop. “

“ did i step on your moment? “

“ hows my hair? “

“ no, i didn’t. but i enjoyed it “

“ in my own defense that was last week. “

“ you look taller. “

“ i get in trouble a lot. “

“ it’s a big bunny relax about it! “

“ i’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. “

“ i said kneel! “

“ that tie looks real expensive. “

“ abort mission! “

“ i understood that reference. “

“ did you just nod off? “

“ that wasn’t so bad. “

“ i can’t see into the future i’m not a witch. “

“ all yours. “

“ kind of done with you telling me what to do. “

“ i can get by on my own. “

“ i’m going to miss these little talks of ours. “

“ don’t worry (pronoun)’s got help. “

“ yes, i think it works. “

“ then he stabbed me. “

“ (pronoun) made a different call. “

“ that’s not up to you. “

“ higher further faster baby. “

“ i’m turning into you. it’s a horrible dream. “

“ destiny arrives all the same. “

“ what makes you happy? “

“ you don’t want any part of this. “

“ do you even speak latin? “

“ i guess you go through me. “

“ anyone else? “

“ you and i remember budapest very differently! “

“ looks like you’re giving the orders now. “

“ piss off ghost! “

“ i know my worth. “

“ (pronoun)’s not alone. “

“ varies from moment to moment. “

“ surprise! “

“ i don’t see how that’s a party. “

“ if only (pronoun/name) could see you now. “

“ i thought you were dead. “

“ i retire for what? five minutes and everything goes to shit? “

“ and in return i’m going to let you keep your hand. “

“ you weren’t there. “

“ i like her. “

“ who the hell is ___? “

“ i don’t know if i’m worth all this. “

“ i need the other guy. “

“ i was attacked! “

“ compromise where you can, but where you can’t, don’t. “

“ i don’t feel so good. “

“ that’s not what everyone else sees. “

“ but i knew (pronoun)  “

“ believe it or not, it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience. “

“ do not touch me again. “

“ before you didn’t have me. “

“ i didn’t want you to be alone. “

“ i’m always angry. “

“ okay… that one’s on me. “

“ i’m not asking for permission. “

“ you still owe me a dance. “

“ none of this makes sense!” 

“ don’t take my stuff. “

“ if you stay here you’ll die. “

[mcneyshct]

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Wilson Bethel / Agent Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter 

(AKA: Bullseye) ~ Daredevil

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