One-Shots (2014-2015 Season)

**Warning start of sex scene toward end (touching breasts based), not too bad, but just putting the warning up here.**

My Baby Russians:

Valeri Nichushkin


Nikita Zadorov


Nikita Kucherov


Nikita Nesterov


Vlad Namestnikov


Evgeny Kuznetsov


Evgeni Malkin


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I leaned back in my desk in the middle of my Film Documentary class, daydreaming. We were stuck watching a documentary (or “mockumentary”) tale from long ago entitled “Nanook of the North” and I was so over the “movie.” I stretched and then laid back down on my hands and cocked my head, gazing around the room and then back to the screen.

I sighed and tapped my phone to see what the time was. I gazed at the screen and the wallpaper, which had been made for me by a friend for my birthday. It was a college of my favorite hockey player, Valeri Ivanovich Nichushkin. He was the sweet, most cutest, most adorably innocent Baby Russian in the league.

Instantly, once the screen went black, I saw a much more entertaining scene being displayed. Instead of Eskimos and black and white footage, I now saw color and a new scene.

Valeri Nichushkin “Nichy”, Nikita Zadorov “Zady”, Nikita Kucherov “Kuchy”, Nikita Nesterov “Nesty”, Vlad Namestnikov “Names”, Evgeni Kuznetsov “Kuzy”, and Evgeni Malkin “Malky” were all standing, smiling at me. I walked toward them, wearing nothing more than a black-and-red bathing suit. In my vision I was a fit and toned swimsuit model.

“Good afternoon, Evelyna,” they all greeted, wearing innocent smiles.

I watched in awe, as each of them stripped off their shirts and stood in just their swimming shorts. All of my Baby Russians, attacking me with their adorable cuteness...well...except Malkin or Malky. Malky was older, but he was just as awkward and lovable as the others.

“How are my Baby Russians today? Oops, I’m sorry...Как мой "ребенок русские" сегодня?” I asked, cracking a grin, as I put my hands onto my hips and then shook my head, allowing my crimson curls to fall behind me, off of my shoulder.

Kuchy responded with, “Хорошо. (Good.)”

I nodded, “Малки, как это травма? Nichy, как насчет вас? (Malky, how's the injury? Nichy, how about you?)” I asked my poor injured Russians.

“Это лучше. (It’s better)” Nichy responded with that cute grinning happy look of his.

“Ничего. (It’s nothing.)” Malky remarked, shrugging.

“Zady, вы вели себя самостоятельно, не так ли? Вы не попасть в беду? Нет странные комментарии к СМИ после игры? (Zady, you've been behaving yourself, right? You have not been getting into trouble? No weird comments to the media after a game?)” I looked at Zady with a scolding look.

He looked down at his feet. “У меня есть. (I have.)”

“Хорошо, Zady. Я не хочу, чтобы ты драться. Вы забивать голы, а не воевать. (Good, Zady. I don't want to see you fighting. You score goals, not fight.)”

He cracked a half smile, embarrassed. It wasn’t quite as adorable as Nichy’s, but it was the signature “Baby Russian” (NHL Americanized Russian) look. I turned to the trio of Lightning players.

“Kuchy, Nesty, Names...Вы забил мне цели в Тампе и себя? Kuchy, вы получите больше шляпа трюки? Имена, которые вы играете? Nesty? (You scoring me goals in Tampa and behaving? Kuchy, you get anymore hat tricks? Names, are you playing? Nesty?)”

Kuchy was the first to respond, “Я забил хет-трик на прошлой неделе! (I scored a hat trick last week!)”

“Я получаю много игрового времени и опыта. (I'm getting plenty of ice time and experience.)” Nesty reported.

“Я не играю сейчас, но я делаю хорошо в несовершеннолетних. (I'm not playing right now, but I'm doing well in the minors.)” Names spoke, looking a little saddened.

“Kuzy?” I directed to the lonely and uncomfortable looking Washington Capital rookie. He quickly shrugged and shook his head.

“Ovi заботится обо мне. Он лучше всего. (Ovi is taking care of me. He's the best.)” Kuzy remarked, with an exaggerated sigh.

Malky spun to him and patted him on the shoulder. “Вы делаете хорошо, Kuzy. Ovi является хорошим человеком и талантливым хоккеистом. Вы должны быть горды тем, что он учит вас и влиять на вас. (You're doing good, Kuzy. Ovi is a good man and talented hockey player. You should be proud to have him teaching you and influencing you.)”

I grabbed Nichy’s arm and pulled him over to me. He was still my favorite Russian out of them all, but I couldn’t be picky. I loved the NHL’s “Baby Russians”, they were all sweet and innocent...when they weren’t fighting or getting in trouble. And Nichy had to be the sweetest. He was grinning, like a puppy might do. He always had that grin on. I knew it was because he loved life and was cherishing each moment he had in the league.

“Nichy, когда вы собираетесь вернуться в Далласе? Мне не хватает тебя так сильно, детка. (Nichy, when are you going to be back in Dallas? I am missing you so much, baby.)”

“Я не уверен. Я не могу сказать. Но мне не хватает лед и мальчиков. Я скучаю по Джейми и Тайлер так много. (I am not sure. I cannot say. But I am missing the ice and the boys. I miss Jamie and Tyler so much.)”

“Вы должны торопиться, дорогая, но это хорошо, чтобы видеть и знать, что вы не были изменены вообще. (You need to hurry up, sweetie, but it is good to see and know that you have not been altered at all.)” I reached up and touched his head with one hand, while I let the other cup around the blond Star’s waist. “Черт, России! (Damn, Russian.)” I leaned into him, longing for him.

“Э-э ... изменены? (Uh...altered?)” He cocked his head in that adorably flummoxed way of his.

“Изменено ... сделал меньше, сексуальная ... это так не верно! Давайте искупаться в бассейне, Nichy. (Changed...made less sexy...it's so not true! Let's take a dip in the pool, Nichy.)” I grabbed his wrist now with the hand that was on his waist. His skin felt so smooth and soft to the touch. (Valeri’s a stud.)

“Хорошо. (Okay.)”

I led him over to the water edge and we jumped into the water. I sprang up first, tossing my head back like a fictional mermaid might do. I wiped my eyes and saw Nichy emerge from the water. He shook his hair out, smiling. I watched the glistening water drip down his skin and back into the pool. He sparkled and I found myself lost for a breath.

Then the others joined us, Kuchy, Nesty, Kuzy, Names, Malky and Zady. Seven Russian hockey players and me, alone in the pool together, laughing and speaking Russian, cause I knew Russian quite well in this daydream. For the longest time, Kuchy, Names and Nesty splashed each other, while Malky hung out with Kuzy. Zady pestered Nichy, who begged him to stop.

I helped Nichy out, loving each moment of this and not wanting it to end. I wanted to remain in my daydream forever, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Luckily, it didn’t cut out just yet, and I was able to witness the next part. I unhooked my suit and removed it from my body. There was no one around, we were alone, in privacy, so technically I could do what I wanted. I threw the top of my suit onto the concrete and then swam over to the middle of the pool and stood there.

“О, мальчики! "Детские русские" прийти и получить меня! (Oh, boys! "Baby Russians" come and get me!)” I exclaimed, throwing my hands and arms out to the side, basically opening myself up to them.

They all stopped in their play, Nichy was the first to come over. He wrapped his arms around my naked body and held me close to him. I could feel myself smashed against his muscle, as he hugged me. He was grabbed by the others, who all fought over me and soon all of them were fighting and yelling in Russian at one another. They all took turns touching me.

Zady, being the youngest and most immature and the “bad boy” of the bunch, took it upon himself to be the first to touch my exposed breasts. I let him though, completely submissive. Kuchy, Names and Nesty took a more conservative route and Malky decided to just stand to the side watching the scene. Kuzy preferred to hug me and grope my butt. But in the end, I chose the two young guys: Zady the Bad Boy and Nichy, the sweetheart.

I let them have me, while the others resumed in their own games. Zady, Nichy and I went to the stepped, where we sat down. I took Nichy with my right arm and Zady in my left. Then I tilted my head back and let them do whatever. Zady delve right in of course, massaging or playing with my left breast, while Nichy was more hesitant, but eventually gave in and did the same with my right.

“О, "Детские русские!" Не останавливайтесь! (Oh, “Baby Russians!” Don’t stop!)” I howled, as they turned me on so much.

That’s when the scene dissolved. The documentary movie had ended, so had my daydream. I was sitting there, with my head on my arms, smirking, as I blinked at the sudden change in the light. I lifted up from my desk and sat back. Only I knew what had transpired on the screen and in my thoughts.

It was true, I loved my Baby Russians: Zady, Nichy, Kuzy, Kuchy, Nesty, Names and even Malky (younger Malky though...when he was with Sergei Gonchar). They were all lovable, whether with looks, accent, attitude/behavior...whatever. But if I had to say the number one reason for why I loved them, it had to be the complete innocence, which was helped by the clueless nature and the bilingual/thick accent that each of them carried to interviews and speaking with the media.

But still, none of those names could compete with the best Baby Russian of them all, Valeri Ivanovich Nichushkin.

Notes

These seven "Baby Russians" are my favorites right now. But I will always have Nichy as number one!!
Zady's such a "bad boy"...he so is. But he's really adorable. It sucks that Buffalo is destroying him. Come to Boston, Tampa, Chicago, Anaheim or Dallas, Zady!! :D
Baby Russians <3
Oh and a positive cause most of them have blue eyes!! SO PRETTY!!