Who up johnning they constantine rn — bondage/BDSM (might make an alt version with john bound but idk this is entirely self indulgent)

SFW leading to NSFW intro ~ the air was thick with cigarette smoke and anticipation, the soft click of metal cutting through the leering silence as john buckled you down to the floor. This wasn’t the first time he’d had you here in this position, your legs chained above your head in leather restraints, your hands cuffed and pulled flat against the cold ground. You couldn’t help but hope it wouldn’t be your last. Though, with john, there was no telling.

“There we are luv, nice ‘n tight,” john muttered, stepping back to admire his work as he took a long drag of his cigarette. the tip glowed brightly in the dim light, illuminating the hollows of john’s face for just a moment before he exhaled, obscuring himself once more in a thin veil of smoke. It curled around him as he took another step forward, kneeling next to you with a soft grunt to look you in the eye.

“Right, you remember what to say if things take a turn, yeah?” he asked, waiting patiently for you to recite what he’d told you earlier. The safe word, the safe gesture, the standard stoplight system. Once you’d rattled it all off, he gave you a small clap on the shoulder in appreciation before standing up again, retreating out of your line of vision.

“That’s a good pet... now tell me when and we’ll start” he called from the corner of the room, his growing smirk completely audible in his voice. Despite being completely out of your vision, it was clear he was choosing the first instrument of your torture.