About the series: The Medic is an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club/national team. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.
Who: Eric Dier
Request: "This might hurt a bit."
Requested by: anonymous
Word count: 456
Warnings: slight mentions of injury.
The match had gone well. Victory was secured and no injuries had been reported to you during or afterwards, so all in all you were happy with today's results.
Still, Eric came to see you after the match.
You were finishing up some final administration, when he quietly walked into the treatment room you sat in. He softly cleared his throat to get you attention, and offered you a friendly smile when you turned around to look at whomever had just stepped in.
"Do you need any treatment?" You frowned, as you couldn't remember anything being reported of him being injured.
"I scraped my knees open," Eric said hesitantly, "I'm not sure if this needs any treatment, but it's been bleeding, so..."
Your gaze automatically went to his knees, where you indeed saw a few fresh scrapes and abrasions that had clearly been bleeding.
"Sit down." You motioned to one of the chairs. "I'll have a look at it."
"I'm sorry, it's only minor, but..." Eric shrugged, looking almost embarrassed that he had come to you with something like this.
"Don't apologize." You smiled friendly. "Any injury, no matter how small, is always worth my time."
Eric chuckled in reply, but he visibly relaxed.
You bent down to have a look at his knees. Across both his knees he indeed had a few scrapes and abrasions, albeit nasty ones. They had bled and you could still see some dirt in them.
"It's nothing to worry about," you concluded, "but I bet it's painful, and I do need to clean it up a bit to prevent any infection."
Eric watched you attentively as you put some disinfectant on a piece of gauze.
"This might hurt a bit." You warned before carefully dabbing the gauze to Eric's knees.
"Bloody hell!" He winced violently. "You weren't lying about that."
"Sorry." You smiled wryly. "I'll be quick."
Cleaning up Eric's knees only took you a few minutes. The worst of the stinging was quickly over, but the bruises you saw forming underneath the scrapes would surely be sensitive for a while longer.
"All done." You sat back. "It's best not to cover it up, let it breathe. But if it bothers you, just put a Band-Aid over it."
Eric nodded. "I'm good for now, I think."
"I'm afraid you'll be sore for a few days," you continued, "those look like nasty bruises underneath those abrasions. And come see me immediately when the redness or swelling intensifies."
Eric slowly rose to his feet. He winced softly again, when the movement of his knees angered the scrapes.
"It's already sore," he commented wryly.
You grimaced compassionately. "Nothing I can do about that I'm afraid."
"That's alright," Eric chuckled, "thanks for seeing me."
player: eric dier
words: 386
request: Eric Dier - she / her - 250 - 500 - You and Eric having that usual Christmas decoration argument, he refuses to be interested but is obsessing over how the house looks.
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“If you could pass me the…” she trails off as she turns, her hand already recoiling despite only being half-stretched out. “Of course you’re not here. Again.” The sigh that comes from her is almost automatic and not out of malice, though it could easily be done like that too.
Eric had so far not wished to participate in any of the decorating. He was happy to go around the stores and pick things out with her to purchase but the decorating side of things was down to her. He’d stand in the doorway, sipping on his hot mulled wine and watching her like a disapproving Grinch.
She’s reaching over the ladder when he reappears, popping half a sugar cookie into his mouth before chewing. “Did you say something?” He asks. The usual tone of his voice disappears quickly when he realises not only how high up she is, but also that she could tumble from it ever so easily. “Hey! Hey, what are you doing?” he almost shouts, cramming the rest of the cookie into his mouth as he rushes forward.
“Well, I did ask for help.” she grumbles as he steadies the ladder.
“What were you trying to do?” he talks through the mouthful of cookie, crumbs dropping onto his shirt which he wipes away quickly, dusting them to the floor.
“What you wouldn’t.” she tells him, looking him directly in the eye and holding it there.
“It’s dangerous for you to be up there wh-”
“You only have yourself to blame, Scrooge. Maybe if you’d helped,” she taps a finger to his chest, “I wouldn’t be up here trying to do it all myself.”
“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to hurt yourself.” he tries to reason. “I like the overall look of it. Really, I do. I just hate being part of the process.”
“And yet, you’re always on hand to offer critique.” Her eyebrow raises and he flashes her a grin.
“But am I right with it?”
“I’d still like some help though. Maybe for things like this, the hard to reach places. I’ll do any of the rearranging if you feel that it needs it.”
“You just want me to join in?”
“Always. I’ll not tell anyone you tried your hand at Christmas décor.”
Heyy!!!!! Hope you're doing well! Could you please write Eric Dier asking you on a date for the first time for blurb evening? Thank you so much!! 🤍🤍🤍
I'm doing good thank you and someone requesting an Eric blurb, omggg!
Anyone want more of this blurb? thinking a story or something!
You worked at Tottenham's training ground as one of the social media creators. "Hey" you bumped into Eric as you tried to pass the boys. "Oh hi" you smiled up at him. "Coming to take photos of the star man" he winked. "Who would that be?" you asked as you crossed your arms across your chest. "I dunno, hoping it would be me. Or maybe we can discuss that somewhere else" you coughed. "Hmm, sure if it's allowed" you shrugged. "Course, as long as we don't get in trouble by it" he winked.
“James, can you bring the dogs in?” Eric stops in his tracks and shoots you an incredulous look before his features settle on genuine fear. “Babe, you hit your head or something?” Next thing you know his hands are cupping your face and he's looking at your pupils like he'd seen the medical team do countless times.
You're so surprised at his reaction you start laughing, which only alarms him more. “Babe- what day is it?” He asks, and you finally compose yourself and mirror him by putting his hands on his cheeks. “I was just joking. I just called you James as a prank, Eric.” He mumbles an expletive as he turns to let your dogs back in. “I thought you were having an episode or something, YN. Don't do that again.” You can tell you've genuinely scared him and you smile at how much he cares about you. He meets your gaze again and can't bite back his smirk as you head towards him for an apology hug.
take that armband off, wrap it around both of my wrists, tie me to the bed post and have your god damn way with me captain dier
Warnings: spanking, mentions of rough sex,
A/N: can’t remember who I was discussing this with but thank you to either @stephspurs, @balenciagastones or @fentybucky for the idea! x
The first time you saw Eric the captain’s armband around his bicep, your body reacted in ways you hadn’t expected. Of course, seeing him in his Tottenham kit always made you a different kind of horny, but the commanding presence he held as captain was a whole other story.
Eric didn’t miss the desire in your eyes as he walked off the pitch after captaining his first match. You kissed him with a neediness he hadn’t expected, your fingers clutching at his biceps. “Think you can convince the kitman to let you take the armband home?” You asked, looking up at him with pure lust in your eyes.
“I’m sure he won’t mind,” was Eric’s reply as he dragged you through the tunnels and back home.
***
The kitman never saw that captain’s armband again, but you and Eric made sure to put it to good use. You used it sparingly, only when Eric was captain, but that didn’t mean you didn’t make the most of it. On matchdays when Eric only had the captain’s armband for a few minutes, the sex seemed to be rougher; sure, he’d still played 90 on the pitch but he always seemed to have more stamina when he captained the last few minutes of a match.
After matches Tottenham lost with Eric as captain, the armband found its way around your wrists as he pulled you over his knee, delivering a harsh spanking to your ass before he fucked you from behind. Those were the nights when you didn’t wear his kit as he fucked you, Eric not wanting a reminder of the loss as he took his anger out on your pussy.
Like any fan, though, the wins with Eric as captain were your favourite. He was more experimental then, open to trying new things or letting you worship his body instead of the other way around. You usually started those nights off with a blowjob, sinking to your knees to show your appreciation for him and his cock. Eric would pull you off him before you got a chance to swallow his cum, tossing you on the bed so he could have his way with you.
You loved it when he manhandled you, using his captain’s armband to tie your wrists to the bedposts. His beard scraped over your skin as he trailed kisses down your body and you arched your back, whimpering as his tongue laved over your nipples. Eric murmured to you in Portuguese as he went about teasing you before thrusting into you unexpectedly. You cried out, straining against the captain’s band while Eric set the pace, his rhythm relentless until your walls were clenching around his cock and you were triggering his orgasm.
eric had kept the ring in his pocket during your whole holiday, waiting for the perfect moment to pop the question to you. but it was right now, you leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around you and staring at the moon together on the balcony, that he felt like it was time. “i love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck while reaching into his pocket. “i love you too,” you said back, smiling and feeling beyond happy to be with that perfect man, on an amazing vacation in a beautiful country. you thought it wouldn’t get better than this - but it did. “will you marry me?” he asked, still standing behind you and his arms wrapped around you, only now he was holding a small box with a beautiful diamond ring in it. “what?” you breathed out, feeling confused at the sudden question, turning around in his arms to look at him. “should i get on one knee?” he joked, making you shake your head. “no! i mean no, you don’t have to get on one knee, but yes! yes i’ll marry you!” you breathed out, smiling at him before looking at the ring again to make sure this was really happening. “thank god,” eric said softly, admitting that he was a little nervous but your answer was very clear. he slid the ring on your finger and you both couldn’t stop staring at it for the rest of the night, or the rest of the holiday really, the thought of now being engaged seeming unreal to you but it was so very exciting.
