Based on this prompt from thoughts-unrated-fc on Tumblr: "Imagine waking up with your wrists handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. Your favorite character walks in and lays on top of you, pressing and grinding against you while slipping a hand into your pants as they smirk sadistically."
Oliver wakes to the cold metal of handcuffs circling his wrists.
He searches around–groggy and confused–because the last thing he remembers is falling asleep in an exhausted tangle of limbs with Felicity, not being captured. He realizes that memory is right when his eyes finally focus and he finds himself in her room, alone.
"Felicity?" he calls out, moving to sit up only to realize that his feet are tied too—one to each of the bottom posts of the bed. He also notices that he's completely naked and that at least fits with his memories.
He's about to call out again, worried that Felicity's missing and someone's left him powerless when Felicity walks through the door wearing a whisper thin negligee and slowly twisting a riding crop in her hands.
"I was wondering how long you'd be asleep," she says, so low and god damned sexy that Oliver wonders how hard he would have to pull to break the posts of the headboard. "I was starting to get bored," she adds, slapping the crop sharply against her palm and sending a thrill down his spine.
"What's going on" he asks, though his mind and his body are starting to catch on. She smiles and walks toward the bed and he pulls against his restraints despite himself.
"I thought we could try something new," she replies, giving him a mischievous look up through her eyelashes.
Oliver smirks back. This is not the kind of torture he thought he might be in for when he first woke up in handcuffs. He expects he'll enjoy this.
Just a heads up, gonna try to get back into the fic game starting this week. Should post one or two more by then end of it.