The Irresistible Charm of Yorkie Puppies: Everything You Need to Know
Yorkshire Terriers, affectionately known as Yorkies, are one of the most popular small dog breeds worldwide, and it's not hard to see why. These pint-sized pups pack a punch with their big personalities, adorable looks, and unwavering loyalty. If you're considering bringing a Yorkie puppy into your life or just want to learn more about these delightful dogs, you've come to the right place. yorkie puppies for sale near me
Origins and History
Yorkshire Terriers hail from, as their name suggests, Yorkshire, England. Developed during the 19th century, they were originally bred to catch rats in clothing mills. Despite their diminutive size, Yorkies were fearless and efficient vermin hunters. Over time, they transitioned from the gritty world of rodent control to become beloved companions and show dogs.
Appearance
One glance at a Yorkie puppy, and you're bound to fall in love. These tiny tots boast a luxurious coat that is typically a combination of blue and tan, though variations exist. Their long, silky hair requires regular grooming to keep it in top condition and prevent matting.
With their compact bodies and alert expressions, Yorkie puppies exude charm and confidence. Despite their small stature, they possess a sturdy build and a springy gait that belies their energetic nature.
Temperament
Yorkies may be small, but they have hearts of gold. These spunky pups are known for their larger-than-life personalities. They're affectionate, playful, and fiercely loyal to their families. While they have a reputation for being bold and confident, they can also be sensitive and crave attention and companionship.
Don't let their small size fool you; Yorkies have plenty of energy to burn. They love to play and explore and are always up for an adventure. Whether it's a romp in the park or a game of fetch in the backyard, these pups are happiest when they're active and engaged.
Training and Socialization
Despite their intelligence, Yorkies can have a stubborn streak, which can make training a bit of a challenge. However, with patience, consistency, and positive reinforcement, they can excel in obedience training and even learn some fun tricks.
Early socialization is crucial for Yorkie puppies to ensure they grow up to be well-adjusted adults. Exposing them to different people, animals, and environments from a young age will help prevent shyness or fearfulness later in life.
Health Considerations
Like all breeds, Yorkies are prone to certain health issues, including dental problems, luxating patella (knee dislocation), and tracheal collapse. Regular veterinary check-ups, a balanced diet, and proper dental care can help mitigate these risks and keep your Yorkie healthy and happy. yorkie puppies for sale near me
Conclusion
In conclusion, Yorkie puppies are irresistible bundles of joy that bring love, laughter, and companionship into any home. With their endearing personalities and adorable looks, it's no wonder they've captured the hearts of dog lovers around the world. If you're ready to embark on the adventure of raising a Yorkie puppy, be prepared for a lifetime of love and devotion from your pint-sized companion.
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Beefro Proudly Presents:
a Chubby!Dave York one shot
Dave York & Kitten: Make Me, Yorkie
Pairing: Dave York x Fem!Reader (Kitten)
Summary: Dave get more than he bargains for with a playful Kitten.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Word Count: 2,821
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, swearing, snack cake eating, belly stuffing, naughty Kitten business, fingering, spanking, brat taming, domestic dom/sub dynamic, p in the v, chubby teasing, light degradation, implied consent, established relationship
Author's Notes:
I promised a Dave-&-Kitten-Cookie fic way back in 2023 (okay, it was only a few weeks ago), and while there aren't Christmas cookies, Dave does has his fill.
This started out as a Frankie & Mouse one shot, but I felt Dave energy trying to come out. Thank you to @softpascalito & @umnitsa for beta'ing the first draft.
Thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for beta'ing the final draft.
This is dedicated to our resident Dave York apologist, @theywhowriteandknowthings - beef 💜 knowy
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“Oh Dave… do you know where all the cookies went for the neighbourhood bake sale?”, you cooed, reaching forward from your seat at the kitchen table and poking his belly. “Oof baby… look at how big you’re getting.”
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Dave was in a bad mood. He’d had a terrible day at work, and he’d come home to an empty house with unlabeled – and unsupervised – cookies in the pantry.
You’d spent most of the day baking and prepping for the neighborhood bake sale, waiting patiently for him to get home, only to receive a text halfway through the afternoon, stating that he was having “the shittiest day”. You knew he didn’t send texts like these lightly, and you braced yourself, purposely putting aside a dozen or so cookies in the pantry for him as a treat. But by the time you’d returned from dropping off your baked contributions at the neighbour’s house, you walked in to see Dave with his dress shirt pulled unreasonably tight across his now full belly with his belt undone.
While Dave was trying to behave and resist treating himself regularly in the pantry, you knew he wasn’t winning that battle, given that his middle had filled out enough that it was more than the softer middle you’d grown accustom to that would become a little more when he ate; Dave now had a belly that was apparent whether he’d eaten or not and you’d only just recently sized up his wardrobe over Christmas because of it.
With a sly glint in your eye, you made the decision to have some fun tonight.
You gave him several chances to admit he ate the cookies, but he didn’t budge. So, because you were playing dumb to his refusal to come clean, you dutifully served him a full, hearty dinner. The whole time he shoveled food into his face, you teased him, getting in the odd tummy poke here and bratty remark there.
“Oh Dave… do you know where all the cookies went for the neighbourhood bake sale?”, you cooed, reaching forward from your seat at the kitchen table and poking his belly. “Oof baby… look at how big you’re getting.”
Dave let out a huff in response, trying to ignore you as he sat next to you, scrolling through his phone. Standing up, you leaned over his shoulder from behind him and kissed his neck.
“You’re gonna need some new clothes again soon. Been eating too well lately and it shows”, you grinned against his skin, smoothing your hands over his middle, curling a finger into one of the puckered openings between his shirt buttons. “Look at your poor shirt!”
“Knock it off, Kitten.”, he grunted, shrugging you off him before bringing his closed fist to his mouth to stifle a burp.
His refusal to play with you left you feeling a little hurt, but it mainly left you feeling pent up and needy for his attention. And the thought of him being too full to deal with you acting up made you squeeze your thighs together as you watched him hold his aching belly as he walked out to the den.
Dave sat back heavily on the couch, almost painfully full. And now, on top of his frustration over work, he was uncomfortable and bloated after eating his whole dinner to not look like the guilty party, trying to stifle belly-shifting hiccups. He thought he’d get some peace once he was on the couch, but he then let out an irritated sigh when he heard you making your way to the den.
“Dave?”, you called out in a singsong voice.
“Jesus Christ…”, he muttered under his breath, rubbing his face.
“Dave baby?”
“Not now!”, he snapped, not looking away from the tv.
You walked around in front of him, blocking his view of the tv, and you smiled mischievously at him. He gave you a glare with a tight mouth and shook his head.
“So you’re meaning to be a pain in the ass, aren’t you?”
“You’re being cranky… didn’t even give me a kiss when you got home.”
“I’m not doing this with you, Kitten. I’m-“
“Ma’am.”, you corrected him, challenging him for control.
“No…”, he warned, his eyes boring into you and his mouth pulled tight into a scowl.
“Excuse me?”
Your harsh snap back at him caught him off guard.
“You’re really asking for it. Do not make me get up off this couch.”
“David… you’re not getting off that couch any time soon.”, you purred, moving slowly towards him. Your head nodded towards his bloated middle. “What you got in there?”
He rolled his eyes, not taking the bait. “You fucking know what it is! You made it and served it to me!”
He shifted in his seat and winced, hand going to his belly.
“Awe, Dave got greedy and now he’s got a tummy ache.”, you cooed in a mock-pout. You stood above him and smirked. “Look at you. How much weight do you think you’ve put on in the last month? You really treated yourself over Christmas… Just bought you that shirt and it’s already getting too small, honey.”
His brown eyes looked like molten copper from the rage you incited; you were really hitting his buttons and it only made you bolder.
“Do not do this, Kitten. I am not playing. I had a shitty day, and-“
“Did you enjoy all those cookies? It looks like you did…”, you interrupted in a soft, smug voice, nodding your head to his middle.
“Last warning.”, he growled.
“You’re too fat and full to do anything about it.”
“Knock. It. Off.”, he snarled through his clenched teeth. “Behave! I fucking mean it!”
A grin spread across your face, and you licked your lips.
“Make me, Yorkie.”
“Oh, you fucking brat! You’re gonna get it.”
His harsh tone mixed with huffing and grunting to stand up made your knees feel weak, and you backed away. When Dave stood, his heavy middle made him lose his balance and he fell back onto the couch with a grunt. The force caused a few of his buttons to pop open on his shirt and you covered your mouth to hold back your giggles.
“Getting pretty big, Yorkie.”
He raised a warning eyebrow and pointed at you. “Hey!”
You couldn’t help it. The flames in his eyes were addicting and you needed more. “Like I said before, you’re eating too well … you filled out and now you’re just getting fat…”
His breath hitching and his pupils dilating didn’t go unnoticed by you, and it emboldened you further. You stood your ground and didn’t move towards him yet, knowing that he’d take any chance to grab you and set you right back in place if you got too close.
“Think your coworkers notice all the weight you’ve put on? Think they talk about how heavy you’re getting? Think they notice how you’re growing, making your clothes pull tight?”
His breathing had picked up as his hand moved across his underbelly and palmed his crotch, trying to adjust his too-tight pants over his erection.
“Fuck…”, he panted through gritted teeth. “I outta fuck that mouth to get rid of that attitude.”
“Like to see you try… too full and fat now to even get off the couch.”
That seemed to be the ignition for him. He let out a grunt and hoisted his large frame up from the couch. You felt your cunt clench at watching him and you began to breath shallowly through your mouth.
His eyes were dark and ripped right through you, and you swallowed thickly, managing to whimper out, “Dave? … baby?”
It only took him a few quick steps and he was towering over you.
“Not so tough now, are you?”
You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You could feel your core drooling and Dave watched your eyes glaze over as they stared up at him.
“What was it you said? I’m ’too fat and full to get off the couch’? Didn’t get that right?”
You didn’t know Dave could move that fast. Before you could answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. He fell back to his spot on the couch, pulling you down with him. You had no idea how you ended up across his lap as he sat back on the couch, his large hand shoving your dress up over your ass.
“Fucking brat. All I want is a quiet night on the couch after a shitty fucking day and you’re just doing the most to piss me off.”, he growled.
You squirmed on his lap, his belly pressing heavily against your side. He shoved his hand between your legs, and you whined.
“I fucking knew it! You’re soaked. This pussy’s just begging to take a beating, isn’t it?”, he snarled, pressing harsh circles against your clothed clit. “You get off on making me mad, Kitten?”
“Fuck! Dave! Please!”
“Please what? You got my attention now, Kitten. You can’t handle it? What else d’you want from me?”
You yelped when you felt a sharp sting on your backside. You turned and looked at him, shock written all over your face.
“David! Did you just fucking spank me?”
“I asked you a question.”, he said sternly.
“I thought you were just gonna finger me and-“
Despite the scowl planted on his face, the look in his eyes was begging for this. You gave him a small nod in agreement. Another sharp sting from his palm landing on your ass.
“I said I asked you a question.”
When you yelped out at the last smack, he smoothed his palm over your reddened skin, his tone shifting low and menacing.
“Come on, baby… you got my attention… now be a good girl and answer my question. What else do you want from me, kitten?”
And there it was. He was finally in the ring, towering over you and ready to spar. It lit your insides on fire and your core throbbed. You let out a staggered breath and croaked out, “Just… just want… you… your attention… don’t wanna be ignored.”
“My baby’s feeling ignored, huh? Probably because she’s being a little shit and not behaving…”
“I tried!”, you whimpered. “I made cookies and had some saved just for you! I… I just wanted-“
His hand guiding your leg off his lap, opening your clothed core to him. He cupped your mound in his hand, massaging it gently. It stopped you from finishing your sentence and you whimpered instead.
“Go on, Kitten…”
“I just wanted to make you- ugh!”
“I thought I was being pretty clear that tonight was not a good night for your bratty bullshit. Yeah, you made a good dinner, but your attitude is way out of line. Trying to make me feel bad about how much I enjoy your cooking and baking. S’not nice, baby...”
“I-I’m sorry!”, you whined in response.
He spanked you a few more times, the final one coming down a little harder. Each one forced a yelp from you between panting breaths and you rutting your hips on nothing. His cock was hardening under you, pushing against your hip.
You suddenly felt your panties pull harshly against your hipbones then snap off, and Dave tossed them to the side. His middle and index finger dove into your folds.
“So fucking wet… Jesus, Kitten… you’re a needy fucking brat…”
You wriggled your hips, begging for more friction against his fingers.
“Such a bad girl… getting me fat and thinking I’m slow… feeding me till I’m too fucking stuffed to get off the couch? Then you give me attitude about how big you made me?”
His tone was slipping into his usual ‘dominant’ voice, and it was almost too much mixed with his adept fingers and the soreness of your backside.
“I know you just love it… thinking you’re in control when you heap plate after plate in front of me… thinking you can feed me until I’m pliant and yours to fuck around with… no such luck, baby.”
He pushed two fingers into your weeping hole and began to pound into you relentlessly. Your back arched as you cried out.
“Yeah, baby… this is what you needed, isn’t it.”, Dave snarled through his clenched jaw, continuing his relentless pace. You could feel that the bulge from before was now almost painfully digging into your hip bone – the fact he was enjoying this so much made you love it even more. You let out panting moans as your walls began to clench on his digits.
“Oh god-fuck!… I’m-oh fuck!”
He ripped his hand away from you and another spank landed on your backside, stinging further from his wet-with-your-slick hand. You cried out and buried your tear-streaked face into the arm rest.
“You gonna behave?”, he barked as he pulled your hair back, forcing you to look at him.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll behave!”, you cried out. “Please Dave!”
“You done being a brat?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, I am!”
“Stand up.”
You shakily pushed yourself up off his lap, and his hands came to steady you. You looked at him, your cheeks flushed and damp, lips pouted, and you sucked in a small sob.
“There’s my kitten.”, he smiled menacingly, looking you over and the mess he’d made of you. “So fucking desperate. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Fuck me and let me come!”, you huffed back. God, you wanted him to keep this up.
“Mind your manners!”
His voice was dark and his eyes even darker as he drank you in. Fuck, you needed him in the worst way. His hand came up and gently touched your chin before his hand went around your neck, pushing your back against the wall. His other hand went to his belt, unsuccessfully trying to undo it to get his pants off. His intensity in his eyes started to melt, giving way to desperation.
“Dammit!”, he grunted, removing his other hand from your throat and you moved forward to help.
“No baby… please… fuck, just stay there… j-just act like you’re pinned…”, Dave pleaded, eyes wide and screaming with arousal as he tried sucking in his belly.
You did as you were told, keeping yourself against the wall, watching as he fumbled with his pants, finally getting them down around his thick thighs, his boxer-briefs barely containing his rock hard, leaking cock. His hand went right back to your throat, and he mashed his face into yours in a fevered kiss. He kept your mouth locked onto his as he pulled you away from the wall, only breaking to turn you around and push you over one of the large standing speakers that framed the TV. Without warning, Dave spat into his hand and freed his cock, pumped it a few times, then ran the head through your folds. He finally pushed into you, making you keen and grip the speaker.
“Fuuuuuck…”, he breathed as he seated himself deep within you. “God dammit…”, he hissed as he began pounding into you. “I needed this, baby.”
“Oh god- Dave! So big… fuck!”
“Good girl… come on, Kitten… come for me…”, he grunted. “Touch your clit, baby… play with it… not-not gonna last long…”
“Da-David…”, you whined, as your fingers rubbed circles on your nub, thrusting you just enough to fall over the edge. You panted erratically as your long-time-coming release ripped through you, making your walls clench and spasm around him.
He let out a groan. “Good girl… good fucking girl…” and kept pounding into you. He was beginning to falter in his pace, and his breaths were coming out in short, hurried pants. He pulled back from you, jerking his cock, and came on your reddened ass cheeks.
You were slumped over the speaker, breathing hard, when you heard Dave fall back onto the couch, making it groan and creak under his sudden weight.
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“Hey… baby?”, he panted. “You good, Kitten?”
You pushed yourself upright, feeling your dress sticking to his release on your backside.
“You dick.”
He looked up at you with a raised eyebrow in warning. “Excuse me?”
“You spanked me and came on my ass!”
“Yeah? And where did it get me? Panting and fat on a couch… you still got an attitude.”, he huffed out in a laugh.
“Guess you’ll have to try harder next time.”
You tried keeping an angry front, but failed as you sat down on his lap, smearing his spend on his bare thighs. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him as you fell into a fit of giggles.
“Fuck, if I try any harder, I’ll pop a seam or come in my pants.”
You grinned and then giggled again, “Please, Dave - try harder!”
He laughed and pressed a kiss you your forehead. “You’re such a shit. Behave!”
“Make me, Yorkie.”
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