John Constantine x reader

A second chance

You never thought you'd date again after the death of your husband, making your daughter your top priority. Trying to tell a five year old child that daddy is never coming home was the hardest thing you've ever had to do, and you had to identify a mangled up body. You don't think you got to sleep in your own bed for a month and you lost count of how many boxes of tissues you had used between you crying.

But your husbands death wasn't normal, he was killed by a demon. A few days after a man In a trench coat appeared at your door, he couldn't stop apologising. He explained he was hunting the demon but didn't get to him quick enough but he had a message. Reluctantly you let the man in your home, luckily your daughter was fast asleep. "Your husband wanted me to tell you that he loves you and Sophia so much and not to greave for him. Instead travel the world do the things you'd planned to do. Oh and something about delete his internet history" the man spoke, you couldn't help but giggle at the last part it was typical of him to try and make a joke in a bad situation.

"Thank you mr?" You asked "Constantine John Constantine" he replied with a smile, holding his hand out for you to shake, instead you pulled him into a tight hug. "Thank you for staying with him" you whispered, a lone tear rolling down your cheek. This took John as a surprise but he quickly hugged you back, He had a feeling you needed it. You suddenly had an urge to be close to someone, quickly you let go of him feeling a blush come across your cheeks.

John knew what was going on, he's not stupid or been with lot of women. He fished in his coat pocket and held a business card out between his fingers "have some time to yourself lass, then ring me if you still need a rebound" he winked, he wanted to help as much as he could as he felt guilty for your loss, plus he found you extremely attractive.

The months flew by and you still craved that physical contact but was you really going to call that mystery guy for a booty call? Oh course you was! You thought it would be good for your daughter to spend some time with her grandparents leaving you alone for the whole weekend. Slowly you dialled the number hesitating to press dial. Typical voice mail and a very strange message, "erm hi John it's (y/n), I wasn't sure if that offer was still on the cards? Well you know where to find me" you spoke before hanging up, a million and one thoughts going through your head.

Honestly you was expecting a call back or a text not a knock at your door, you opened it finding a dishevelled John, panting to catch his breath "did you run here?" You asked "a pretty lass calls me up for sex, of course I'm gonna legit to her" he breathed trying to not to sound like he was completely knackered. "You are absolutely crazy" you commented moving aside to let him in. "Glad you noticed" he smirked placing his hands on your waist, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The little voice in your head screaming "no, you'll regret it"

But your body just craved it more and more. "You know we don't have to luv?" He reassured you, pulling you into a hug. He could see in your face you was conflicted "I know" you replied taking the plunge. You slowly inched closer placing a soft kiss on his lips, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive. For some reason you was surprised he kissed back, pulling you closer if that was even possible.

His hand explored your body as you deepened the kiss, that voice in your head instantly shutting up. Feeling his tongue brush up against your lips made you let out a soft moan, "think you should lead the way to somewhere more comfortable" he purred in your ear as he peppered your neck with kisses "well what are you waiting for?" You giggled as his kisses tickled.

Everything was going smoothly until your front door opened, you was shocked to see your daughter running in "mummy!" She shouted attaching herself to your leg. You glanced over to the door to see your mum who didn't look impressed "oh bollocks" you whispered instantly realising you was still holding on to John.

You let go making a small distance between you, "look mum I can explain" you practically begged, "oh I bet you can" she sassed crossing her arms across her chest, John turned around scratching his neck trying not to get involved "anyway why are you back?" You asked picking up your daughter into a cuddle. "Making sure you wasn't floating in the bottom of a gin glass, but I see you've found a different way to greave" she explained staring at John in a disapproving way.

And things just got even more awkward "oh erm, look at the time! Best get back to work" John lied trying to slip out the door past your mother but she stopped him in his tracks, "you know she's only buried her husband last month?" She questioned trying to scare him off, but it didn't work "I know luv. I sat with him whilst he died, And I made him a promise. To look after his wife and daughter. And I'm not a man to break promises" he expressed, pushing your mum out of the way off the door

Well didn't tell you that part