#paulo Dybala one shot

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Instagram ~ Paulo Dybala

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@ yourusername mi bebé, te amo tanto❤️ (my baby, I love you so much)

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paulodybala yo mucho más😍🫶 (I much more)

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paulofan los amo🫶🫶 (I love them)

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@ paulodybala Felices 4 años mi amor!

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yourusername te amo💓💓💓 (I love you)

vlahovicdusan felicidades hermano❤️👊 (congratulations brother)

alvoramorata 🙌🙌

pauloxy/n sooo cutieee🥹💕

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paulodybala feliz cumpleaños mi amorrr❤️❤️ -> yourusername te amo🫶🫶

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@ paulodybala 🇺🇸 Non stop!!

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@ yourusername My champion! You helped the team with a victory, you even got tho score a penalty!! I can’t describe how proud I am of you, mi amor. ❤️🏆

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rodridepaul vamosss💙

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[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Snowball Fights

player: paulo dybala words: 965 request: paulo dybala - You - 500 – 900 - The two of you just moved into your new house and one morning he wakes you up super excited because it snowed last night and your whole backyard is filled with snow so he practically drags you out of bed to go outside with him and build a snowman After you put on some warm clothes you start building the snowman when suddenly a snowball hits you from behind so the two of you start a snowball fight and at the end he just pushes you into the snow and you drag him down with you

A/N: GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE WRITING PAU AGAIN. You’ve all been sleeping on him for far too long. I could never. 

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“Babe?” Paulo’s voice calls to you through your semi-awake state. You long to turn over and bury yourself back beneath the warmth of the covers but Paulo’s tugging them back, exposing you to the cold air and his cool body. “Please babe, wake up.”

The groan you make is the only sound you’re capable of doing as your hands claw pathetically at the duvet to try and capture the heat once more but he’s stronger than your sleep-weak muscles.

“Pau,” you whine, giving up fighting him for the duvet and instead, try to pull the pillow over your head but he grabs that too, leaving you slumped on the mattress frustrated.

“I need you.”

“Sex can wait.” you huff, deciding that this was the worst way to get you in the mood and not a mood.

“Yes, it can.” he agrees, making your eyebrows furrow together.

“Then what do you want that is so important to wake me up…” you trail off to check the time, “before 8am?”

The bed dips and moves as his body moves a little more, hands manipulating your frame until you’re on your back and he’s above you, lips at your earlobe and the light shadow of a stubble coming through on his jaw rubs at your cheek as he whispers, “it’s snowing.”

“So? It can wait.”

“Nu-uh. Wanna build a snowman?”

“No. I want to sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak.”

“Then let me be,” your words fall flat as your resolve melts and your body begins to come around from the sleep you’ve been pulled from. Paulo lays with an even body weight on you as you begin to stroke his hair while he nuzzles at your neck. A few minutes pass and when you show no sign of falling back to sleep, you let out a reluctant sigh.

“Fine.”

-

The clothes you’d packed were to try and keep out coldness, maybe extending to a frost, but certainly not snow. Snow was not on the weather app, despite the temperatures plummeting and so you’d thought it was safe. Never, have you been so wrong. Reminding you once more to not trust the weather forecasts and just hope for the best.

With one hot drink and a light breakfast in your belly, you’ve brought out another hot drink in your flask to try and keep you warm whilst outside. Paulo couldn’t wait, or rather, wouldn’t wait. His footsteps are carved out, step by stepping showing exactly where he’s been. The steps lead to the beginnings of a snowman that is beginning to take shape as you carefully follow his steps, not wanting to create your own just yet. Snow flutters down, and though it’s only a light dusting that falls from a heavy sky, you get the impression that the prints left behind now will be filled by early afternoon at the latest.

Your thermal flask has barely touched the snow covered patio table when you feel the harsh thud against your back and a spray of snow falls on either side of you. You daren’t turn, not wanting a faceful of snow but you brace yourself for a second one or more, both of which follow in quick succession.

Gritting your teeth, you steal a glance and send him a scathing look his way; one that momentarily halts Paulo in his tracks but not for long. You’ve only just managed to place the thermal onto the table, making sure that it can stand without being knocked over before you scoop as much snow into a ball within your hands.

It’s barely shaped when you’re arching your back to avoid being hit once more but the moment it’s formed, you’re sending it flying in Paulo’s direction.

“I thought you didn’t want to go play in the snow?” Paulo yells as he takes cover behind the small mound that was the snowman's attempt.

“You woke me up and I chose violence as retaliation,” you justify, smoothing yet more snow into a sphere. “Come out you coward, you wanted this. You started this.” The ball leaves your hand, lifting up into the air before you catch it once more as you wait for him to make an appearance.

The pompom on the hat bobs up and down above the snow shield as he tries to move, making it easy to track where he is. Finding yourself bored of waiting but not wanting to step forward in case he hears the crunch of the snow beneath your shoes, you opt instead to send the ball flying in his direction, skilfully knocking the hat askew.

He straightens up instinctively to fix the hat position, only for him to feel the cold burn as your aim lands perfectly, causing a flurry of snow to fall from his head.

“Right,” Paulo snaps, pushing to his feet and begins to make his way back to you. Panic rises within you, the fear of being chased begins to ripple but the snow prevents you from moving as quickly as you’d like.

Paulo is upon you within what feels like seconds. You’ve barely made 6 steps when you feel his hands on your jacket, pulling you backwards to him before the feeling of being pushed begins instead. You twist your body at the right moment, hand grasping for anything of Paulo’s, fingers itching to close around something of his when they finally do at the last second. Fabric fills your hand, enough for your fall to take effect and pull him down with you.

“Do you give up?” He asks, rubbing his cold nose against your own.

“Excuse me, but you were losing.” You point out, though Pau shakes his head in denial.

“I don’t think so. But I’m prepared to take it easy on you next time.”

[httpsdana]

Hii! Please write about Pau Cubarsi, something with prompt 58

Beautiful Boy~Pau Cubarsi

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58-"hang on, are you blushing?"

y/n's cousin was getting married, and she couldn't wait to ask Pau to go with her as her plus one. He was nervous at first, as he haven't meant any of her family other than her parents, but when he noticed how excited his girlfriend was, he couldn't say no to her.

As their flight to Italy approached, the couple was getting more and more excited. Pau was just excited to see how beautiful his girlfriend would be in her dress, even though she told him she's keeping it as a surprise.

On the wedding day, y/n was expected to be getting ready with her cousins and the bride, so she had to make sure Pau was all set with his tie and suit, before leaving him to get ready.

As she sat on their bed in the hotel room, she scrolled through her phone, still looking for an inspo for her make up look. She was interrupted when she heard Pau clear his throat.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes widening immediately with a smile that took over her face quickly.

"Pau oh my god" she said in a low voice, standing up as he walked closer to her.

He looked so handsome. So elegant. So beautiful.

"what do I look that bad?" he teased, though a fear of that being true gnawed at him.

"no amor you look... beautiful" she mumbled, her hands reaching up to smooth down his suit.

Just then she looked at his face, only to see his cheeks in burning red, his eyes on the ground, and he was holding a smile back by biting his lip.

"hang on, are you blushing?" she teased, her arms wrapping around his neck as she looked up at him.

"no..." he trailed off, burying his head in her neck to hide his face.

y/n giggled, her fingers reaching up to run them through his hair.

"you're cute" she mumbled, feeling his arms around her waist tighten.

"shut up" he murmured into her neck, pressing a few kisses on her skin before pulling away.

His face was still lightest shade of red, a shy smile on his lips.

"aren't you supposed to be getting ready? the wedding starts in a few hours" he said, his arms not leaving her waist.

"no I'd rather be here... making you blush" she teased, her hands reaching up to hold his face.

"stop" he mumbled, his cheeks becoming darker again.

y/n laughed, pulling his face down to kiss him. He kissed her back, the deep shade of red on his cheeks still bright.

As they pulled away, Pau's smile wide as ever.

"I love you" he mumbled against her lips, their breath still heavy.

"I love you more my beautiful boy" she said, a hint of teasing in her voice, but he knew she meant every word she said.

[lecsainz]

is it alright if you write for dybala? It doesn't have to be anything long, just a small fic where paulo is *trying* to paint the reader's nails

It's okay if you don't want to!! :D have a great day!!💕 :>

FAVORITE ARTIST

parings: paulo dybala x girlfriend!reader

summary: that one where paulo decides to paint his girlfriend's nails.

an: can I talk about how much I'm in love with this man?

( my last work || go to main masterlist )

Paulo sat at the table, a concentrated expression on his face as he delicately held a nail polish brush between his fingers. His girlfriend, you, were sitting across from him, trying hard not to burst into giggles at his earnest attempt to paint your nails.

"Okay, I got this," Paulo muttered, his brows furrowed in concentration as he aimed the brush at your waiting fingernail.

You couldn't help but admire his determination. Paulo wasn't the most skilled when it came to nail art, but his willingness to make the effort made your heart swell with affection.

Gently resting your hand on the table, you held back your laughter, not wanting to disrupt his focus. Paulo carefully applied the polish, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

"Um, Paulo?" you finally managed to say, trying to stifle a laugh.

He glanced up at you with a mix of pride and uncertainty. "Yeah?"

"You might want to stay away from the skin," you teased, pointing to the smudges of nail polish on your skin.

"Oh," Paulo chuckled sheepishly, reaching for a cotton swab to clean up the stray polish. "Right, noted."

As he continued to work on your nails, you admired his determination and the effort he put into something that was clearly outside his comfort zone. It was a simple moment, but it meant the world to you.

Once he finished, Paulo sat back, looking at his handiwork with a mix of satisfaction and a hint of pride. "Not bad, right?"

You examined your freshly painted nails, a wide grin spreading across your face. "They look fantastic," you assured him, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Really?" Paulo's face lit up with a bright smile, relieved that you appreciated his attempt.

"Absolutely," you replied, intertwining your fingers with his. "It's the effort that counts, and yours is priceless."

Paulo beamed at your words, a soft warmth spreading in his chest. He leaned forward, capturing your hand delicately between both of his, his gaze filled with gratitude.

"You know, I may not be an expert at this, but I'll always try my best for you," Paulo murmured, his voice tender and sincere.

Your heart swelled at his words. "And that's what I love about you," you confessed, tracing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. "Your willingness to go the extra mile means more to me than anything else."

Paulo's eyes softened, a gentle affection shining through. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Thank you for letting me try things, even if they don't always turn out perfectly."

"There's beauty in every attempt," you assured him, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "And you, Paulo Dybala, are my favorite artist."

His smile widened, a mixture of contentment and adoration gleaming in his eyes. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering affection.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a rush of warmth as you held each other, cherishing the simplicity of the moment.

[footballandfics]

Driving me crazy

paulo dybala x reader - smut

i never wrote smut so i'm not really confident about it, regardless i like how it turned out - hope you enjoy it .

“You seriously were flirting with that waiter right Infront of me?” Paulo said to you angrily while he tightens his grip on the driving wheel .          

“you’re being ridicules how was I flirting with him?” you looked at him unbelieving what he is saying , one moment he’s so sweet and romantic and the other he is being angry at something that didn’t happened and only created in his head.

“speaking softly and pushing your boobs in his face while touching your hair if that’s not flirting then I don’t know what is that” he said like if it’s a matter of a fact what .

He continued “should I have left you there with him and buy dinner for the both of you and maybe hand him a condom leave you to it-“you’re way over the line paulo you .. you , I can’t believe what I am hearing from you are you hearing what you just fucking said”

You couldn’t even look at him , how dare he talk to you like that “drop me at my home” you said to paulo while shaking your head . “why so you could ca-“if you continue this sentence it’s over between us , you get it?” interrupting him and not letting him continue any bullshit that he was spitting .

“fine but I’m not dropping you at your home , we’re going back to my place” he said not looking at you and then the silence carried on the whole ride but the tension was obvious between the two of you.

You kept looking outside the window not wanting to even accidentally see your boyfriend and maybe soon your ex-boyfriend , you don’t understand how the night turned this way.

The moment he parked the car you did not wait for one more second and get out of the car keeping it’s door open just to piss him off which it did then you hurried to his house

 “I don’t fucking believe what you just said to me” you said loudly knowing he was behind you “what? Was I wrong?” every time he opens his mouth he pisses you off

You turn to him “no you weren’t wrong I’m pissed off that you caught me and ruined my genius plan” rolled your eyes at him and said sarcastically .

Pulling you closer to him , he says quietly nearly whispering “I saw how he was checking you out” now you look straight into his eyes   “he checks me out and you lash out on me , how manly of you”

you wriggle your arm trying to get away from him but paulo pulls you even closer to him glaring at you deeply then he’s kissing you roughly and pushing you towards the closest wall , one of his hands holding your neck from behind and the other is up at the wall , his kiss was melting you but not enough to forget what he said just ten minutes ago.

So you push him now away from you “what , you pick up a fight on purpose for no reason and ruin the night so you could have some rough sex , you could’ve asked like a normal person”

Now he pushed towards the wall again with your back to his chest and his hands roaming down your body “but I’m not , I’m paulo Dybala sweetheart” whispering in your ear his hot breath and cockiness is turning you on and making you wetter and wetter.

He’s kissing your neck roughly leaving some hickeys on your neck and at the same time one of his hands is now inside your panties touching you “look how wet you are , you love it when I’m like this don’t even try to lie” your body tensed when his fingers started teasing your entrance .

“do you want this? I won’t be gentle” he whispered again just to make sure of  your consent and you hate yourself for your answer               “yes I want it” arching your back as he finally insert his one of his fingers and holding you in place your back still towards his chest and you are feeling his cock getting harder with every move both of you make.

Paulo adds another finger inside of you while his thumb is circling your clit, the fingers insides of you are working relentlessly and becoming rougher, your knees becoming weaker and weaker feeling your orgasm coming, your moans becoming louder and paulo being paulo he stops what he was doing and turns you to him “sluts like you don’t deserve to come easily, get on your knees”.

Shocking you with his words but you decided to not only play his game but also beat him “it’s you who should be on his knees asking for my forgiveness, what you started something too big for you and can’t even make me finish while I can with just two fingers�� you went to his bedroom knowing that what you said will piss him off and follow you like he always does .

“so you won’t suck me off?” the audacity of this man

“no I won’t , you either fuck me and give me the orgasm you just ruined” now you’re sitting on the bed and taking off your heels as slowly as possible

“lay down” he waits for you to do it and you do just to see what he was going to do and he hovers over you holds  your hands over your head and now he kisses you roughly just as before if not even more .

You hear the sound of him removing his belt and opening his zipper “you still want this pretty girl?” he asks you again after pulling away from your lips .

Nodding to him “yes I do” and this time you kiss him again, he breaks the kiss “spread your legs for me y/n” and you did .

Which made him smirk “now you’re obedient” making you roll your eyes and he did not like it so he slapped one of your thighs making you squirm .

“are you going to be good girl for me y/n?” you nod eagerly to him can’t handle all of his teasing now

“say it, say you’ll be a good girl from now on, my good girl” he’s teasing you with his words and his cock against your entrance.

You let a whine from his words, Frustrated that you can’t free your hands “I am your good girl paulo, I’m only yours” finally he slips his cock inside of you with one thrust starting slow at first and becoming faster with every thrust, your legs wrapped around his waist .

Both of you moaning loudly and losing control “you’re mine, only mine” he kisses you again and let go of your hands now you can wrap them around his shoulders and your nails are digging him .

He keeps thrusting, unbothered by you and kissing your shoulder and neck then he surprise by biting your neck . he feels you clinching even more around him.

He stills himself, trying not to cum, at least not before you. He kisses you again but this time softly and his thrust became softer too.

Paulo pulls away again from the kiss, kisses all over your face “are you close to cum? I want us to cum together, can you do that for me my  pretty girl?” never stopping his slow thrusts .

“yes yes I am” you said and he quick his pace again, every thrust going deeper than the other “I’m close I can’t last longer, cum with me baby” you feel the tightness in your stomach and you finally cum this time not ruined, your pussy clenched around him and then you felt his cock twitch inside you as he fill you up with his cum.

he collapses on you trying to catch his breath, you doing the same as him, he kisses your face and neck sloppily and then looks at you his eyes going back and forth between your lips and  eyes .

“I didn’t mean what I said on the way back home, just wanted to make you mad” caressing you forehead and hair, you rolled your eyes at him “do it again and I’ll break up with you”

“never letting you go, I love you way too much” he says before rolling off of you and carrying you up so you can both take a bath and relax.       

[xrichukix]

hi honey, i wanted a smut request about paulo where he is a himbo and all he thinks about is fucking you(obvious if you feel comfortable writing something like that). tysm❤

Birthday boy - paulo dybala

paring: reader x paulo dybala

Warnings: another smut , unprotected sex

You have been friends with Paulo for several years, unfortunately, some time ago you fell in love with him, not knowing that he had the same feeling, so you tried to move away from him and spend less time together. However, when his birthday came around and he invited you to celebrate with him by the pool, you agreed almost immediately. When you came handing him the gift he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you on the cheek close to the lips. He couldn't help the fact that various ideas of how to get you were circulating in his head for several days. The worst for him were the nights when he imagined you naked next to or underneath him moaning his name. he had to admit to having sucked himself a few times pretending it was you doing it and not his own hand. You tempted him without even noticing the effect it had on him, especially now that you were about to celebrate his birthday, you were sitting with your feet in the pool in a fucking skimpy swimsuit.

Automatically his thoughts wandered to the fact that an even better gift would be if you gave him a blowjob right now while kneeling in front of him without a bathing suit top. He was so focused on it that he didn't even look back and his dick was in full swing. he quickly covered his problem and focused on talking to you further. You came very close to him to drink, Paulo seeing your body so close without thinking he threw back the pillow and pulled you onto his lap, then embracing you he dug into your mouth greedily. you were shocked at first but after a while you kissed back with the same feeling, you slid your fingers into his hair and Paulo pulled you closer so you could feel his hard cock. when he pulled away from your lips he looked you in the eyes and said "I need you baby and I want you next to me take you on dates kissing and all the other damn things couples do just please be mine and just let everyone know that the only name you will bescream it will be mine" Not knowing how to answer you just nodded yes and now you kissed him. .after a while, Paulo moved with kisses to your neck and breasts, taking off your top from the outfit. He took your right nipple in his mouth and started sucking it to play with the other nipple with his fingers, thus making you moan, which he liked very much. he put his hands on your ass squeezing it before pushing your panties aside and he started teasing you with his fingers whispering in your ear "fuck baby you're so wet already, so ready for me, right? I'd love to see you ride me." After that, with his help, you started riding him to give both of you the long-awaited fulfillment.

[copperbadge]

Whoa-oh we’re halfway there

Whoa-oh what’s your podcast player...

NaClYoHo is halfway through! This morning set my projection screen up to watch movies this evening, measured one of my tables because I want to replace it, and dismantled the smaller cat tree so I could measure their favorite scratching post for a replacement. I removed and replanted the aerogarden herbs, then thoroughly cleaned the tank and lid, ran it with dilute vinegar water, then rinsed again and replanted. I’ve got poppies, petunias, sage, and thyme growing. 

I’m signed up, with my farm share, to receive meat about once a month, and I’m due for another share next Wednesday, so I also got the chuck roast from last delivery out of the freezer, thawed, and processed it -- trimmed it off the bone, ground the lean beef, and boiled the fat and bone to make a stock. 

I also attempted to remove a lamp in the kitchen, only to find it is hard wired into the wall. It’s got to come out and I’d like that wire capped or converted to an outlet, which is beyond my current ability, so I’m going to put in an order with the building. We have a guy I’m pretty sure can do electrician work, but if they say they can’t I might call the Mystery Spirit who installed my dishwasher and ask if he’d do it. He did a great job last time and already knows my real name. Also I know he takes Venmo. 

Listened to “A Market Solution To The Climate Crisis” by The Indicator, “The Downfall Of A Sneaker King” (FASCINATING piece about sneaker resale) by The Journal, and parts 1 and 2 of “The Last Cup” which is on my feed via Embedded, but is presented by NPR and Futuro Studios. It’s the story of Leo Messi, one of the best footballers ever to play professionally, and how this is likely his last shot at a World Cup for Argentina; it’s told through the eyes of an expat who left around the same time he did, and is as much about the pain of leaving one’s homeland as it is about football. (Paulo Dybala is also on the team this year, so I’m rooting for Argentina in the cup, and kind of excited to watch Messi and Dybala potentially play together live.) 

[ID: Three images; top image is an Aerogarden hydroponic garden, cleaned, lit, and with fresh pods inserted. Lower left is an image of fat, gristle, and bone boiling away merrily on the stove; lower right is the result, a beautiful golden stock with a layer of fat floating on top.]

[footballerimaginess]

I’d love a fluffy Dybala one shot maybe something like a tickle fight🫶🏼

"There you are, did you not hear me calling you?" you peeked over the duvet as Paulo walked into the bedroom whilst you were laying in bed. "No sorry, I was so cosy here. I was absolutely frozen when I came in so I had to get straight into bed" you laughed as Paulo jumped down next to you. "Course you did, well I can warm you up" he smirked as he felt your hand as you placed it on yours. "Noooo, its too cold. Get that off of me right now" you pushed it away. "Sorry" he smirked as he started tickling you. "Pau, stop it you know I hate when you tickle me and it is absolutely freezing" you laughed hysterically, trying your hardest to wriggle away.

[bongaboi]

Argentina 3-3 (4-2 Penalties) France

That moment has arrived that an entire country was waiting for 36 years ago. A month ago it was just a wish, a dream. But little by little, it began to become reality. THE ARGENTINE SELECTION IS WORLD CHAMPION. The Albiceleste is at the top of world football. Hand in hand with Lionel Scaloni as coach, Lionel Messi as its great figure and captain, and with a team that invaded us with football and dedication until the end. After drawing 3-3 at the Lusail stadium, they defeated France on penalties in the final and won the most coveted cup on the planet.

The match

The first chance was at the feet of Alexis Mac Allister, with a mid-distance shot that was well controlled by the goalkeeper. Argentina continued to control the party's strings. A collective move ended with a shot by Rodrigo de Paul who was looking for a rival goal, but was deflected by a defender.  

France always waited in its own camp. La Albiceleste continued to control the rhythm of the game and, after the first 20 minutes, Dembelé committed an offense inside the area against Di María and Lionel Messi changed the penalty for a goal to break zero.

The second blow came with a lethal counter. Argentina came out with a quick transition to pure touch: from Molina to Messi, Leo opened to the right for Álvarez, Julián did the same for Mac Allister and it was Alexis who assisted Di María, who did not hesitate and defined before the goalkeeper left for the 2-0.

The second part began with the same trend as the first. Scaloni's team continued to manage possession of the ball, looking for spaces with a touch and breaking lines with the precision of their playmakers. De Paul was the one who had the first approximation of the complement, with a volley well controlled by Lloris.

Julián Álvarez also had his own: he received near the area and shot against the goalkeeper's right post, which he controlled in two stages.

At 70 minutes into the game, France had their first approach with an individual play by Mbappé, which culminated in a shot that missed over the crossbar.

With just over 10 minutes to go, Kolo Muani got into the area, Nicolás Otamendi took him by the shoulder and Mbappé correctly executed the penalty marked by the referee: Emiliano Martínez came to touch the ball, but could not prevent it from it gets against his right stick.

The European team was going to hit again. Once again it was Kylian Mbappé who managed to beat the Argentine goalkeeper and, with an accurate volley shot, made it 2-2.

The emotion lasted until the last moment of regulation time. Lloris shone with a phenomenal save against a mid-range shot from Leo Messi and thus forced the game to go into extra time.

The first part of the extra time was very even. Both teams tried to find air and strength after a round trip game. Lautaro Martínez had two dangerous chances in front of the goal, but the last French line drowned out his goal cry.

Argentina never gave up. He fought until the end with football and courage. And, after a rebound from Lloris after a shot from Lautaro Martínez, it was Messi who pushed her under the arc to make things 3-2. However, the story incredibly did not end. After a shot on the edge of the area, the ball hit Montiel's arm and the referee awarded the third penalty of the final: Mbappé put things back to the beginning to take the title to the penalty shootout. But before, Dibu Martínez had an anthology save to bring the team to life.  

Argentina 3 (4) - France 3 (2)

This is how history should have been defined from the twelve steps: Mbappé himself was the one who opened the penalty shootout, a shot that the Argentine goalkeeper could not contain at all.

Lionel Messi equalized the score and, in the next execution, Dibu Martínez became a hero again after saving France's second penalty: history put itself to the advantage for Argentina, once again. 

Paulo Dybala was in charge of keeping the score in favor of the Albiceleste with a shot in the middle and then Tchouaméni finished off the goal. With the goal from Leandro Paredes, Argentina sealed their difference by two goals. 

If the Frenchman Kolo Muani missed his penalty, Argentina was champion. But when converting, it was Gonzalo Montiel who had the sacred and definitive cry, which would materialize in the third world star.   

Summary of the party

Argentina: Emiliano Martinez; Nahuel Molina, Cristian Romero, Nicolás Otamendi and Nicolás Tagliafico; Rodrigo De Paul, Enzo Fernández and Alexis Mac Allister; Ángel Di María, Julián Álvarez and Lionel Messi. DT: Lionel Scaloni.

France: Hugo Lloris; Jules Koundé, Raphael Varane, Dayot Upamecano and Theo Hernández; Aurelien Tchouaméni and Adrien Rabiot; Kolo Muani, Antoine Griezmann and Thuram; Kylian Mbappé. DT: Didier Deschamps.

Goals in the first half: 23m. Messi (A), from a penalty kick, and 36m. Say Maria (A).

Goal in the second half: 35m. Mbappé (F), from a penalty kick, and 36m. Mbappe (F).

Goals in the second extra time: 4m. Messi (A) and 12m. Mbappé (F), from a penalty kick.

Definition by penalties: Mbappé and Kolo Muani converted for France.

Messi, Dybala, Paredes and Montiel scored for Argentina. "Dibu" Martínez blocked the shot from Coman (F) and Tchouanémi (F) deflected his shot.

Changes in the first half: 40m. Marcus Thuram for Dembelé and Randal Kolo Muani for Giroud (F). In the second half: 19m. Marcos Acuna for Di Maria (A); 26m. Kingsley Coman for Griezmann and Eduardo Camavinga for Hernández (F). In the first extra time, at the beginning, Gonzalo Montiel for Molina (A); 5m. Youssouf Fofana for Rabiot (F); 12m. Leandro Paredes for De Paul and Lautaro Martínez for Álvarez (A). In the second half: 7m. Ibrahima Konate by Varane (F) and 10m. Germán Pezzella by Mac Allister (A) and 15m. Dybala for Tagliafico (A) and Axel Disasi for Koundé (F).

Admonished: Enzo Fernández, Acuña, Paredes, Montiel and "Dibu" Martínez (A). Rabiot, Thuram and Giroud (F)

Referee: Szymon Marciniak (Poland), accompanied by his compatriots Pawel Sokolnicki (first assistant), Tomasz Listkiewicz (second) and Tomasz Kwiatkowski (VAR).

Stadium: Lusail.

Audience: 88,966 viewers.  

Passes, possession and goals

The Argentine team totaled 3,804 passes, achieved a possession average of 73.5 percent with an accuracy of 59% in the seven games that led them to their third World Cup after the 1978 and 1986 titles. The numbers demonstrated the offensive vocation of the team led by Lionel Scaloni that had Lionel Messi as its scorer with 7 goals in six of the seven challenges he had on his way to the title. The Rosario was the one who scored the most on the net and the breakdown is as follows: Saudi Arabia (1), Mexico (1), Australia (1), Netherlands (1); Croatia (1) and France (2). In the seven games the albiceleste team finished off the rival goal on 132 occasions and generated 48 goal situations in the rival areas. In the Qatar 2022 champion team, 23 of the 26 players that made up the World Cup squad participated.

presidential salute

President Alberto Fernández greeted the Argentine team: "Thanks to the players and technical team. They are the example that we should not give up. That we have a great people and a great future," Fernández wrote on his Twitter account, adding : "Always together, always united. We are world champions. There are no other words. Thank you."

MATCH REFEREES: Referee: Szymon Marciniak (Poland) Assistant 1: Pawel Sokolnicki (Poland) Assistant 2: Tomasz Listkiewicz (Poland) Fourth official: Ismail Elfath (United States) Fifth official: Kathryn Nesbitt (United States) VAR: Tomasz Kwiatkowski ( Poland) AVAR: Juan Soto (Ecuador) OVAR: Kyle Atkins (United States) SVAR: Fernando Guerrero (Mexico) SBAVAR: Corey Parker (United States) SBVAR: B. Dankert (Germany)

[footballxixstars]

Paulo Dybala

Paulo Dybala born on the 15th of November 1993. He plays for AS Roma and Argentina National Team.

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Blurbs

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OneShots

Take Advantage of the Time Alone ~ Finally you and Paulo get some time alone and you want to spend it wrapping presents but Paulo wants more

Ballroom Dancing ~ You, a professional ballroom dancer and Paulo come together as dancing partners but you forgot how easily dancing can cause you to have other feelings too

Cancelled Flight ~ Your flight home gets cancelled so you can’t go home for Christmas luckily you see Paulo at the airport

One More, I Dare You ~ Paulo just making egg puns and jokes all day and you’ve had enough

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Smuts

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MASTERLIST

[emwritesfootball]

Tracing Tattoos | Paulo Dybala

Since my mind has just been occupied by thigh/hip tattoo pieces all day, I'm just thinking of Paulo tracing them when you're cuddling on the couch or in bed. He's just completely entranced

Word Count: 410

Warnings: none just fluff xx

A/N: A couple days late but the sentiment stands - happy birthday @lawsandother xx

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While you and Paulo had your fair share of tattoos, you each had favourites on the other. For you, you loved the script on his ribs, often tracing it as a way to calm him down or relax after a long day. For Paulo, he loved your thigh piece.

The cherry blossoms started on your mid-thigh, tracing up and curling over your hip to cross over your stomach and low back. It was an intricate piece that had taken multiple sessions and it was by far your most-loved piece. You rarely wore outfits that would show it off, loving the feeling that came with knowing so few people knew it existed on your skin.

“Come here,” Paulo murmured in Spanish, beckoning you to crawl into bed. You were in nothing but one of his old shirts and a pair of panties, having just come out of the bathroom ready for bed.

“What?” You replied, smiling as you easily curled into his side, loving the way the two of you fit so perfectly together. Paulo’s hand instantly came to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing over the ink underneath.

“Just missed you is all,” he answered, giving you a soft kiss. You could taste the minty-fresh toothpaste on his lips, the same toothpaste you’d just used.

“Paulo! I was barely gone for five minutes!” You chuckled, your fingers tracing over the script on his ribs. “But I missed you, too.”

“Did you have a nice birthday?” He asked a few minutes later after you’d turned out the light.

“I did.” You smiled in the dark, pressing a kiss to his sternum. “Thank you. I wasn’t expecting a party but it was nice to see all my friends in one place for a day.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were surrounded by everyone who loves you. I know how hard the last year has been for you and I wanted to do something to give you an unforgettable day.”

“You know I would’ve just been content to spend the day with you, right?”

“I do,” Paulo hummed, pressing a kiss into your hair, “but that’s what I figured tonight was for.”

You let him trace over your tattoo in the dark, his fingers knowingly following all the twists and turns of the branches as he whispered loving words in a mix of Spanish and English with some Italian thrown in. You fell asleep in Paulo’s arms, safe and content.

[footballffbarbiex]

My fanfic recs are currently empty (I have some in my drafts ready to queue) and I'd love more to read while I'm on my baby break.

Looking for recs from both readers and any writers who want to put their work up for a reblog - though please note I only reblog fics which have a read more if they're more than a few paragraphs, otherwise they'll only be included in the "this month I've read" links.

i'd love to read the following players in particular, but if the story doesn't include the below players, is good and you've brought it to me with a high rec then I'll read it regardless:

Trent Alexander Arnold

Joe Gomez

Virgil Van Dijk

Antoine Griezmann

Rodrigo De Paul

Jan Oblak

Dominik Szoboszlai

Ruben Dias

John Stones

Paulo Dybala

you can send your recs here.

[httpsdana]

I’d love to see some Paulo Dybala fluff!! Maybe something like reader comes home after her nail appointment to find Paulo in bed sleeping, she notices his feet out of the covers and she can’t resist to tickle him so she gently pokes his soles, spiders her fingers over his arches and plays with his toes pleaseee💗

Tickles~Paulo Dybala

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

hahaha long time no see...anyways. When i get bored i feel like writing but I haven't been able to have time to be bored because of school. enjoy though &lt;3

THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE I ENJOYED WRITING IT SM

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Getting back home with fresh nails, y/n was excited to show Paulo her nails as he was always the biggest fan when she got them done. She opened the door of their apartment, and stepped inside, expecting to hear Paulo's yelling as he was playing video games with his mates, but she was only met with silence, making her confused.

She closed the door behind her and walked to Paulo's gaming room. He wasn't there. Weird.

She walked to their bedroom and slowly opened the closed door. She found Paulo in deep slumber, the blanket thrown over his half naked body, only leaving his feet out. She found it so weird how he can't bear covering his feet, even if it was freezing cold.

y/n decided to mess with her boyfriend a bit. She walked to the bottom of the bed where Paulo was sleeping and sat down. She ran her nails over his foot, gentling scratching his arches and poking his soles. Paulo shifted in his sleep, moving his feet away from y/n's lap and turning to the other side of the bed.

y/n giggled silently, moving again to poke his feet, she tickled his toes making him groan. She smiled and didn't stop her movements, this time moving her nails to the upper part of his foot and up to his ankle. This move walk him fully up. He sat up, confused with messy hair and looked to see who was behind this.

He saw his girlfriend sitting there with a silly grin on her face, making his face soften before he took a pillow from his side and threw it at her. She yelled as the pillow hit het straight in the face.

"I was having a nice nap" he pouted at her, making her laugh

"well when i do my nail who's supposed to complement them?" she pouted back making him jump up

"show me!" he pulled her hand gently, admiring the baby blue nails she had done. He ran his thumb over her knuckles, kissing them softly.

She smiled at him and pressed a kiss on the top of his head.

"head scratches so we can continue the nap?" he suggested with a grin, she chuckled and nodded her head

She laid her head on the pillow, Paulo putting his head on her chest, placing her hand in his hair. She started scratching his head gently, making him hum in satisfaction.

y/n leaned her head down and pressed a kiss on his forehead, he looked up at her with a smile, lifting his body a bit to press a small peck on her lips.

[lxndonorris]

nailing it - Paulo Dybala

Y/N x Paulo Dybala

Theme: Fluff

Paulo trying desperately to paint your nails x

word count: 560+

Today is a special day for you and your boyfriend Paulo because it is your first dinner as an official couple. Of course, you went to restaurants before, but somehow, it feels different when everyone in the world knows that you’re dating the professional footballer.

You’re sitting in your kitchen, just finishing painting the nails on your left hand in a soft blue color, perfectly complementing your bright eyes, when Paulo walks inside the room, already wearing his dark tailored suit, looking very handsome indeed. “There you are.” He says softly, walking up to you, kissing your forehead tenderly. 

“Hey, babé.” You say, inspecting his outfit. “You’re looking so good today.” Your expression softens before you concentrate on your nails again. Paulo winks and takes a look at your nails. “Like what you see?” You smirk, lifting the now dry nail up, holding it next to your eyes. “Gorgeous.” He licks his lips, but then he notices your other hand. “You’re not done? We have to go in about ten minutes.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you put your hand down. “Relax, it’s not as easy as it looks.” He scoffs, looking at his own nails. “I bet I could do it faster.” Giggling, you look at him, raising your eyebrows. “Fine. Take a shot.” You say, pointing at the chair in front of you. Not sure how to react, he stands there for a few seconds, his gaze shifting between you, the nail polish, and the chair.

“Fine. But if it looks okay and I’m faster, you owe me.” Sitting down, he smirks again. “Whatever you want.” Shaking your head slowly, you hand him the bottle with the blue lacquer. He sticks out his tongue, imitating your words as he opens it in a swift move. Slowly, he starts to apply the polish, his hand shaking slightly. “Well, I’m even quicker than that.” You say snarkily, and as your eyes meet, you can see him fuming inside.

“Eight minutes.” You smirk while he finishes the first nail. It looks okay but not as good as yours. He notices the huge difference but tries to hide it, but he even knocks the bottle over, spreading the lacquer across the table. “Fuck.” He groans, quickly picking it back up again. Without saying a word, you just enjoy seeing him struggling. Paulo gets two more nails done, improving step by step, but you can hear him muttering something underneath his breath.

As he finishes the last nail, he compares your work with his and cringes. “It looks bad huh?” He says, raising an eyebrow. You inspect the nails carefully, but you have to admit that he improved along the way. “Ah, Nah. They look ok.” You shrug and take his still shaking hand. “It’s your first time after all.” He smiles weakly, stroking your hand firmly. “At least I was quick, wasn’t I?”

Giggling again, you shake your head. “We should have left about five minutes ago.” You smirk and he closes his eyes in defeat. “Fuck.” He grunts, running a hand through his nicely done hair. “It’s fine, we would have been early anyways.” You kiss him lovingly, cupping his cheek. “Really?” He says quietly, rocking in his chair. “Yeah. Just need to get dressed and we’re good to go.”

Together, you get up and with an arm around your waist, you walk into the bedroom, getting dressed for the night.

[footballandfics]

Period comfort.

Request: paulo comforting the reader during her period.

Thank you for requesting @sash-nein-lover .

You wake up with a very familiar pain, you hoped you’re mistaken but when you go to the bathroom and see the blood that you see every month, that hope is shattered .

Not only your period came earlier than usual but this time it hurts way too much, you shower with hot water to ease the pain, wearing something comfortable and making something hot to help you with the pain, you don’t like to use painkillers because you don’t want to depend on them every time you are on your period but you can’t take it anymore.

Your boyfriend Paulo was at training early in the morning so you didn’t see him, but you remember feeling his kisses before he leaves like always, you decided to text him to bring some painkillers with him on his way back home since you don’t have any.

You kept tossing left and right, no matter what you did, the cramps are getting worse and worse, hating everything right now, hating yourself because you were born as a girl and have to go through this every month, with everything you’re feeling at the same time you’re on the verge of crying.

Praying that Paulo will be home as fast as possible, fifteen minutes later, he finally gets home and you look up to him.

“Hey baby, are you alright?” caressing your face softly.

“no, I feel like dying” You couldn’t control yourself anymore and your tears are dropping down your cheeks.

“Oh, don’t cry baby, I hate seeing you cry beautiful, here let me fix you something to eat then you take the pills, ok?” he hugs you and rubs your back trying to sooth you.

You nod your head and you lay back on the couch, Paulo goes to the kitchen and makes you a quick sandwich, he knows on the first day you barely eat anything.

“Here, eat this and then the painkiller, do you want something else?” putting the plate and cup of water right next to the painkillers

You shake your head “can we cuddle after I finish this?”

“of course, sweetheart we’ll cuddle and put some movie and relax the whole day” caressing your hair.

You finish the sandwich and take the pill, laying back again but this time your boyfriends hands are around you one caressing your hair and the other caressing your stomach trying to ease the pain that you’re feeling.

Closing your eyes, feeling a bit better even though the pain still feels the same .

“I hate seeing you like this” kissing your neck.

“I hate being like this, so weak” you say to him.

“hey don’t say that, you’re not weak, it’s normal to not handle the pain” he reassure you and turn you to look at him.

He kisses you softly, he kisses your cheeks, forehead and one on your nose and finally on your lips.

“it’s okay, you’re okay” he hugs you again and keeps on caressing your back.

You feel better with the time, both of you end up sleeping and having a great nap with him being the big spoon.

With moments like that you feel so grateful for his caring and loving side, always knowing what to do and say to make you feel better.

[xrichukix]

Jealous sex with Paulo Dybala

My jealous man Paulo Dybala

Author's note: Thanks for request i hope you like it let me know (sorry for any mistakes english is not my native language)

paring: reader x paulo dybala

Warnings: it's just a pure smut, unprotected sex, alcohol

You and Paulo have been in a relationship for over two years. He was confident in himself and your affection. Paulo was never the type of guy who was very jealous of his woman, he knew that it was enough to embrace you and the guy would give up trying to pick up.

But everyone has their limit right?

It was when both of you didn't have much time for each other, too busy with your work, and sex took a back seat. When the option of going to an event together came up, you immediately agreed to accompany Paulo.

Friday night you wearing a beautiful black dress that clung to you like a second skin, Paulo couldn't stop looking at you he was enchanted by the way you look. however, he had to politely persevere until the end of the party.

"Can we go mi amor?" he asked while grabbing your hand.

You nodded your head and left, arriving half a hour later. The party was in full swing you were a bit drunk when you saw Paulo who was paying more attention to his friends and unfortunately a very beautiful model slightly inherited you went for another glass of champagne. As you drank it, a stranger approached you, not much of your type but however, your drunk mind was very eager to get to know him better, and since Paulo was having a great time, you decided to have some fun.

Your conversation with the stranger was in full swing when Paulo noticed this pickup attempt and decided to take matters into his own hands. he embraced your waist and kissed your neck looking at this unfortunate guy with superiority. seeing this situation the stranger decided to tease him a bit he kissed you on the cheek as a command and left and Paulo got angry and whispered in your ear "Baby what the fuck was that supposed to be?"

However, it was your teasing response that unnerved him "You know, after talking to him, I think he's pretty good and he sure fucks well"

After that, Paulo left the party without a word, dragging you with him and you went home, he let you come in first immediately pressing you against the wall with his body kissing you greedily and slipping his hand under your dress and panties at which you moaned into his mouth .He has always loved to makepleasure in every possible way, but today missed and frustrated, he decided to teach you a lesson that it's not worth making him jealous in this way.

When he pulled away he said "I'll show you who can fuck you and whose name you'll be screaming"

He lifted you under your thighs and led you to your bedroom throwing you onto the bed. He took off your clothes and started kissing your neck avoiding your sensitive areas while teasing you with his fingers making you so damn wet. he slid two fingers inside you, giving you a fast pace at once, which made you moan his name loudly after a while he started mercilessly teasing your clitoris with his tongue. He was eating you up, the hungry animal making the only thing that was able to come out of your mouth was his name mixed with curses. You wrapped your legs around his head, pulling his hair while arching your back.

"Paulo i-..." you were unable to finish as Paulo interrupted his actions by licking his lips.

"Honey, who said I'd let you come now you will cum when I want it and how many times I want it"

You bit your lip at the unpleasant feeling of not having an orgasm and watched him get up and start undressing looking straight into your eyes before pulling you to the floor on your knees so that you could see his cock standing in front of your eyes. "Suck it baby show me that you want to be my good girl and that only my dick can give you pleasure and only his can you have inside you"

You ran your tongue along its entire length, taking it into your mouth you began to suck it and with every moment you took more and more while clenching your thighs and moans of your name came out of his mouth mixed with approval of your actions. on the spur of the moment he grabbed your hair and pressed you so that your nose touched his belly and you sucked your cheeks in, strengthening your movements not only along its length but also playing with his testicles. "Fuck just like that y/n" When you opened your mouth to catch your breath with a few hand movements he made him come with a loud moan straight onto your tongue and lips watching you lick yourself and swallow all his cum gasping for breath he laid you down so your ass was up and he spanked you which you squeaked. he slid inside your oversensitive pussy grabbing your hips, he started to slide in and out of you at a fast and hard pace making you a fucking loud moaning mess.

"Mi amor do you still think this guy would be better than methat he could see you like this and touch you and know how to please you and that that little tight pussy would be his hmm?"

You shook your head in denial while grabbing the sheets to keep yourself in position.

"Use the words baby I want to hear you"

"No.. paulo i'm...only yours" you barely got the words out you were so overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Good girl," he muttered after a moment, letting you come finally for the first time that night. you knew that after this long intense night you would be sore and your throat would be sore, but you felt that it ended well. He will convince you that only wants you and that you are his and if there is a potential threat, you will deal with it in your own way.