Sinking Low (Murdoc x Reader)

Part 1

Here you are, alone at the bar looking like the textbook definition of desperate. After splitting with your boyfriend 2 months ago, you've hit a dry spell that you just can't seem to shake. Blind dates with friends of friends and random Tinder hook-ups had all failed and you were starting to go mad with lust. So you found yourself at a dive bar in London, hoping that a cute British boy might strike up a conversation that would end with you getting dicked down. Despite the loud chatter in the small area, you've yet to find anyone good enough to meet your astronomically high standards. You know if you want to find a nice guy to date you would need to be more realistic but it's not an option you're currently considering. You were more interested in a one night stand, or a multiple night stand if he was good, just to satisfy you for a while.

You glance up from the beer you were nursing and take another cursory glance around the room. Nothing had changed, no one new or interesting had come in. You heave a small sigh and continue to stare absently at your drink as the night stretches on. You were worried that this outing would end up a bust like the ones before and paranoia started to set in. Countless self-deprecating thoughts were running through your head and you were starting to drown in them.

What if you were cursed to be alone for the rest of your life, never finding the perfect guy?

What was it that made men not want to approach you?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you almost missed the chime of the bell above the door ringing announcing someone's entrance to the bar. Whipping your head around, you manage to catch the silhouette of the newcomer before they disappeared behind a crowd of rowdy college students. You gave another little sigh -- almost ready to give up -- when you suddenly felt a chill gallop down your spine. You straightened your back and your eyes inched around the room again, this time you landed on someone new. It must have been whoever had just entered because you know you would have noticed him before. You fully take in his trim frame as he demands a drink from the bartender and takes his seat across the bar. He moves to turn his head in your direction so you quickly look back towards your drink not wanting him to catch you staring.

A few minutes pass by before you chance another peek at the mysterious stranger across the bar. When you finally raise your eyes to his face you find that he is staring at you too. Your gazes meet yet he doesn't look away, doesn't even flinch or blink. You feel your cheeks burn as he holds your stare. Subconsciously you notice his hetero-chromatic eyes and green skin, but it doesn't register fully in your mind. The only thought you can muster at this moment is how badly you want this man.

You blink, snapping out of your trance and look down at the bar again. Your thoughts come to a crashing halt as you recognize the strange man. You know he is the guitarist from Gorillaz, Murdoc Niccals, it's hard to miss his tell-tale characteristics even through a haze of lust. You blink again -- willing your mind back to the present -- you need to consider your options carefully, fucking Murdoc is not a task to be taken lightly, you know that. It comes with an invisible mark upon your soul that labels you forever as someone who slept with that bastard man. You've heard the rumors about people who've fucked him in the past and the bad lucks the befalls them as soon as they do. You're not sure if it's worth it to be caught up in all that misfortune just for some dick. On the other hand, you were seriously horny and hadn't had sex in a while. It was clear that Murdoc was interested in you so you didn't think it would be hard to get him in bed.

You glance back up again and, sure enough, he was still looking right at you. A shiver runs down your spine as you see the pure unadulterated lust in his eyes. Murdoc quirks an eyebrow at you and you knew this was it. You needed to make your choice, bear the mark of shame as one of his conquests or go home empty handed again. You couldn't even fathom why you wanted him in the first place, his skin was sickly green, his nails were overgrown. If you squinted you could see the inhuman crookedness of his fucked up nose and even from across the bar you knew he smelled of morning breath, cigarettes, and piss. He was revolting in every conceivable way and it made you shutter to think he was your only option. God has truly forsaken you if this is truly the reality you live in.

Gazing back to Murdoc you meet his eye confidently, challenging, you give a nod of your head to the seat next to you. -- an invitation for him to sit down. He ducks his head behind his hand and you can tell he's laughing at you. Your eyebrow raises in question, waiting for him to either move or give you some other sign. He finally looks at you and shakes his head slightly, he then raises his hand and pats the spot next to him. If you wanted to get it you were going to have to go to him. He was going to make you do the walk of shame across the bar over to the seat, everyone in the place would know exactly the kind of girl you were.

Giving one last pathetic sigh you stand from the bar, your stool screeching on the hardwood floors as you did. The whole room falls deathly silent, everyone is staring at you waiting for you to make a move. You begin to trudge in his direction, shoulders hunched with your head hanging low. You've truly reached rock bottom and you knew it, everyone in the bar knew it. The heavy fall of your shoes made the loudest noise until murmurs began to crop up as you walked past people. They were too quiet for you to hear what they were saying, but you knew what it was anyways. They were condemning you for stooping to this level, you were condemning yourself in much the same way.

You finally reached him -- after what seemed like eternity -- and sat down on the stool next to him. As soon as your ass hit the chair it was like time unfroze and everyone resumed what they were doing previously. You take a split second to collect yourself and then turn towards Murdoc, he gives you a wolfish grin showing as many sharp, crooked, and rotten teeth as possible. You can not believe that you've sunk so low.