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elitehoe · 1 year ago
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Why is every man speaking for women when it comes to Hangman vs Swerve right now?? Women like deathmatches. Women like gory wrestling. Now shut up and just let us have some fucking fun damn.
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marshaeb · 3 years ago
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P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!
Chapter Eleven
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I ran as far as my feet could take me. Away from my insecurities, away from the drama and pain.
I blame myself for putting myself in these situations. It’s all my fault. I’ve put myself in front of others and because of it, I’ve only caused harm and disappointment to everyone close to me.
I don’t care! If it’s meant to be... it’s meant to be. Sarah’s happiness is for her and her alone. I can’t don’t anything about it.
Yes, it sucks that she got everything I ever wanted. To have my true love as my mate. To be marked by him...be engaged... To shower me with unconditional love.
Everything is now up in shambles. My love life, my friendship, my entire life and I can’t do anything about it.
I sat alone behind the library’s building where no one could see me and cried my eyes out. I-I just needed to release all these bottled up emotions I’ve been holding in.
Or maybe I needed a drink. A few shots of tequila or patron. Anything to help ease the pain.
Alpha Darius POV
After a long, tiring day of leading my pack and dealing with the damage of the outskirt region, I venture off on my daily routine of watching my mate. I know it’s a bit much, but I can’t help myself.
That smell of hers has a strong, powerful Alpha like me, tripping so badly... I-I’m addicted to it... I’m an addict to her.
And to top it off, it fits perfectly with her rare beauty. Her black, fluffy hair, complimented her soft, skin-kissed skin.
For the longest... I’ve envisioned my mate being a tall, less curvy, model-like girl. The typical girls I’ve always fooled with.
Shit! I’ve been missing out. She’s a rare one and I loved it that way.
She’s mine! I know she is! Deep down inside, these innate feelings I have for her are too strong. Just a mere sight of her makes me go crazy. My hormones spiral out of control. If I could take her and claim this very instant, I would, and no devil in hell would stop me.
But, because I cared about her... I’m holding back as much as I can for her sake. Gosh, she only seventeen. The least I could do is grant her the remaining freedom she has now.
Damn...I got it bad and I love every moment of it. Still, I fear for myself. It would kill me if I don’t end up being her mate. I don’t how I would live with myself seeing my chosen mate with somebody else.
Claiming her, pleasuring her, comforting her, making her smile...watching her carry their pups. It would be torture... completely suicidal.
I’ve seen it with my father and his father, it’s the worst thing imaginable! This curse... it’s a curse from the pits of Hades.
I fear so deeply for it... I pray to the Moon goddess to pity me.
For now, I’m going to do what Sethi advised me. Wait until that time comes. That’s why I’m keeping as much distance as I can.
I want more than anything to be the most central thing in her life, whether she likes it or not!
The other day at that daycare, I swear I was about to lose my shit. I think I did well because if I’d let my feelings taken anymore control. I was going to take her, right there and then.
After running fifteen miles to her pack’s property, I slowed down and stalked quietly through the forest. The guards were on duty as usual, and like always, they had no idea that I was there.
What a bunch of amateurs...Pathetic!
The evening sky was starting to emerge as I came closer to the other side of their home, where her bedroom window was... but something was off.
Her bedroom light was off and it was quite quiet. I couldn’t pick up her scent either.
She’s not home as yet. Normally, she’s home at this time...where could she be so late?
I scanned through the area thoroughly. There were no guards, no members of the pack around. I carefully inched a little closer and stared up at her window.
My eyes widened when I noticed that her room window wasn’t close completely!
I glanced at the tree right beside it and the wildest, reckless thought came to mind.
Before I know it, I was already over the fence, climbed up the tree, and through her room window within an instant.
“I’m inside her room... I’m finally inside! Knowing me, I would have been in here a long ass time ago.” I said to myself, inhaling a full load of her, spicy raspberry and caramel scent.
This was the closest thing to heaven on earth. I could feel the little tingles taking over my body. Those hormones inside starting to rage.
I walked around her little room, dragging my fingers over almost everything I came in contact with. Her comb and hairbrush, her handbags and even her stuff animals collection.
It was really cute, but I would have never thought she was a girly girl judging by her hard demeanor...especially towards me.
I looked over at the huge mirror hanging on her wall. My tall, muscular body structure didn’t fit at all in this girly ass room as I watch the light from the sunset, glare over my bare skin.
Night was starting to fall, making it a little harder to see...but that wasn’t going to stop me. I continued to look through her room, staring at her birdcage, then at a collage of small photos pinned on her wall.
All the pictures of her during the different phases of her life. It was adorable and for the first time, in a long time, a genuine, warm smile widened on my face. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes land on a sweet photo.
It was her as a child holding a Jack Russell terrier pup, smiling ear to ear. It was so sweet, it was hard for me to take my eyes off it.
Suddenly I heard the doorknob move, making my ear flinch back. I dashed over and hid within the wardrobe. Looking through the slight crack of the closet door, I watched as she walked out the bathroom into the room.
She was in there all that time!
I breathe in deeply, watching as she coated her skin with a handful of Cocoa butter. Then, drowning herself in perfume. I don’t know why she needed it...her scent was perfect without it and it was still so strong.
That peach silk nightdress hugging her curvy figure did it for me. I was getting heated and heated by the second, but something was quite off with her. Dropping things carelessly over her dresser, stumbling over a few times...was she...drunk?
She took a deep breath and fell in her bed front on. Shit, her fat ass stood tall from the mattress, making a slight jiggle ad twitch every time she moved.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Why did I do this to myself?
I could feel my cock hardening up, springing against my fitted jeans.
All I could imagine doing was taking her in that same position. Going ape-shit, bouncing on that ass. Pounding her into that fucking mattress long dick style.
All these perverted thoughts and lewd imagination weren’t making it any better. That’s what I thought until she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. That’s when the tormenting started.
My dick swelled rocked hard, throbbing by the sound of her sweet, desperate moans. Calling out for me to handle business like the Alpha I am. But shit...I can’t be caught! All hell would break loose.
The natural light of the Moon flooded through the window, but still, I could barely see her.
I thought not seeing would of make it better, but I could hear the wet, creamy, gooey sounds her pussy made as she played with it.
And that smell... Oh God...her smell!!! It was the ripe scent of wet, raw, juicy pussy flesh. I could smell how aroused she is!
Within seconds I unzipped my pants. My cock sprang right out pulsating like it was on fire. My tip of my dick was already coated in pre-cum...ready for wild penetration.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, but my hand somehow gripped my dick, stroking it’s long length slowly. I couldn’t help it. If I don’t relieve myself right now, I would find myself pinning her down, stuffing my cock so deep in her sweet little twat until I made scream.
My strokes started to speed up as she started to moan loudly, taking in jittery breaths. My entire body started to twitch, blood rushing wildly through my head.
My cock was throbbing out of my grip...it was like it had a damn mind of its own!
So much fiction being applied, I was so close to tipping over the edge, when suddenly she took a last deep breath and moaned aloud. “I-I’m cumming!!!”
I finally lost it, stumbling back slightly as a huge cup load of cum gizz out of me. It just kept shooting and shooting.
A deep, passive groan slipped out of my mouth breaking the sudden quietness in the room.
“Hmm...” She said, rising out of bed slowly. “Who’s there?”
She turned on her nightlight and looked around confusedly. Still tipsy, she
looked over at the closet and squinted her eyes.
Quickly, I hopped and shake my cock back into my jeans and zipped it shut.
I stood as still as I can, trying to control my breathing from such an intense climax, but it was getting harder as she came closer.
She stood just step away from where I was in the closet. Though she had no idea I was there, she was staring directly at me.
She reached out her hand and gently brushed her fingers over my hard abs and gasped loudly, taking a step back.
“O-Oh my gosh...” she mumbled
SHIT!
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hungrywhovianjedi · 8 years ago
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Wanderlust
Summary: Emma Swan is the hidden princess of Misthaven, when she was born the kingdom was under siege from the Evil Queen, and King David and Queen Snow in their desire to protect their daughter locked her away. When Emma is twenty her only dream is to see the world, and create a life of her own. Her parents deny her. Instead they sign a treaty with the Dark One her hand the in marriage the price of such a deal. Desperate and angry Emma does the only thing she can think of. She steals away into the night, and finds herself at a tavern in the village, with a blue eyed stranger.
Killian Jones is a pirate. He lost his hand in a duel with the Dark One, and is consumed by thoughts of revenge, but even so. Who was he, to deny himself the simple pleasures when in port? So when he comes to the aid of a beautiful blonde, who is being harassed by a drunkard, how is he supposed to know she was a princess as desperate for escape as he?
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The ocean is beautiful. If she closes her eyes, she could imagine sprouting wings and soaring over it. As long as she’s been alive, she’s dreamt of embarking on adventures across the lands. Unfortunately, her family had other ideas. For nineteen years, all Emma Swan Charming has known, has been the stone walls of her palace, and the brief glimpses of the ocean from her balcony. Her father and mother were protective, though with good reason. When Emma was born, they had been at war. War with her mother’s stepmother Regina. Even after the Evil Queen was defeated, they continued to shelter her. Making her into the elusive princess of Misthaven, unseen by her people. Only whispers shared about her.
The seclusion is what drove her tonight. As Emma slipped to the maid quarters, stealing clothing and escaping the palace in the dead of night. Her destination was unclear, as she moved through the silent corridors of the palace, ducking as night guard made their rounds, into dark corners. Then continuing.
She knew the palace like the back of her hands, each corner and crack, and every escape hatch she never had the nerve to choose. But tonight? Tonight she needed to escape. To at least see what laid outside. Perhaps never return. As upon doing so, she was sentenced to a life married to the gruff and insensitive son of the Dark One.
Emma shuddered at the thought of marrying Baelfire, he had seemed kind enough when they were children, but as they grew, he did not. He still acted like a child even though they were grown. Definitely not marriage or king material.
Still she knew it would likely happen. As their fates seemed tied together with golden threads. No matter how far she fled, he was there, with a smile and a compliment, but beneath she could see something brewing that would not be explained with words. They weren’t true love. She knew now she would likely never get that. That didn’t stop the pang of regret in her heart that she never got to try and find it.
So here she was, borrowed cloak pulled tight around her, as she made the last mad dash, and out into the open air. Then after a moment, just letting it soak in that she was out, she was off. She slipped silently and quickly across the courtyard and off the palace grounds. Not releasing a breath till she was safely away from the palace. Then she started moving along the streets. Her hood pulled up to cover her hair. She looked around. The village wasn’t much. Its buildings shabby and rundown, yet still they spoke a silent beauty Emma had never seen before. A large grin spread on her face, as her attention was drawn by the sound of merriment. Loud laughter, and the stale smell of something she never smelled before.
Emma approached it, at first she only intended to peer in the window, but something drew her through the doors. Inside the lighting was dim, but the atmosphere was light, people laughing and cheering, and some were singing. She felt the smile tugging at her lips, as she stepped farther in, lowering her hood, just as someone ran into her.
“Sorry, girlie.” Said a gruff voice, “Didnae mean any offence.” His eyes roved up and down, making her skin crawl, “Say, are you here alone, darlin? Can I buy you a pint?” he asked, his leer making her shrink back, disgusted by the smell of his breath, and the heat she could feel coming off of him.
She shook her head, “No thanks… I’m not thirsty.” She tried, attempting to sidestep him.
The man stepped with her, “Oh come on darlin. I insist.”
Emma glared, her anger flaring up, tinting her skin pink, “I must insist to decline then.” She said sharply, standing tall but careful, so as not to let her regal mannerisms seep through.
He reached out, to grab her, “C’mon darling, just one drink.” He said, his hand was almost on her arm, when it was caught by the wrist.
“I believe the lady declined, rat. Now, if I were you, I would step back, and leave the lass be.” Said a silky voice, with an exotic accent, and a dangerous edge.
Emma looked up, and saw her rescuer. A tall man, dressed head to toe in black and leather, with a splash of red from the blood colored vest. He was a tad shorter than the man who had approached her, with a dark head of hair, and a prominent jaw, seen clenching as he stared down the man, with piercing blue eyes, precisely the color of the ocean in the morning light from her balcony. He had a dusting of stubble on his chin. He was likely the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
When the man pulled back, the other man smirked, “As I thought. Move along.” He ordered. Her rescuer released him, and turned to her, his expression softening. “Are you alright?” he asked, a genuine concern in his voice.
Emma nodded, “Thank you.” She said, her eyes soaking in every part of this man. “I should probably go…” she said, starting to back towards the door.
He held up a hand, “No, no! You don’t need to. He’s gone. I dare say he’ll not be back either.”
She paused. She before smiling softly, “Perhaps for a little while.”
He beamed. “Well lass, might I offer you a drink?” he asked, “Me and a few of my men are seated in that corner.” He said, gesturing with his right hand. It was then she realized this was in fact his only hand, as the left wrist ended in a wicked looking hook. Bells tolled in the back of her mind, a niggling thought of something she heard in the hushed whispers of court. But she pushed them away, enthralled by the sight before her.
She knew she should decline. Perhaps this had been enough for one night. Enough adventure to settle her heart, but his blue eyes were so hopeful. His stature so open, his voice so inviting. So she found herself smiling back at him slightly, and nodding, “Maybe one drink won’t hurt…” She said, cautiously.
The man gave her another dazzling smile, “Now, I believe an introduction is in order.” He said, giving a bow, and taking her hand in his. “I’m Captain Killian Jones. At your service.” He punctuated his statement, by brushing his lips across her knuckles.
Emma felt a flush go through her, as his scruff tickled her hand. She had never gotten such a greeting before. Not even at balls. The princes there always gave her tight bows, and offered her dances, none deigned to press their lips to her hand before. Not even Baelfire. It made her tingle down to her toes. She needed to say something. Anything. Anything to make him stop staring at her pinkened cheeks, and make her seem less terrified. She gave him a small smile, tamping down her emotions, like mama taught her, then she spoke again. Saying the only thing that could come to mind. “Captain? That’s no uniform of any navy I’ve seen. Not even my…” she cut herself off, almost stating that even her father, who was extremely lax in his military uniforming didn’t permit the captains in his fleet to wear such tight leathers and vibrant colors. “Not even my king’s navy.” She corrected quickly.
If Killian Jones detected anything off about her response he said nothing, merely shrugged, “I sail under no king, milady.” He smirked, “I’m more of a freelancer.”
Emma’s eyes widened, “Oh, you’re a…”
He shrugged again, straightening, “Well, they call us pirates. We sail were we will, and answer to no crown.” He told her, making it sound so light in his meaning.
Emma knew she should leave now. Perhaps alert the guards to a pirate in their midst. A wanted one at that, her eyes flicking to his hook, it became clear. The stories she had heard. Captain Hook. The most fearsome of pirates, rival to Blackbeard himself. Yet his eyes held no malice, he didn’t know she was the princess. Nobody need know. And who better to tell her of a world so wide, than one who has sailed its seas without order, with only the thought to see it. “How wonderful it must be. To be out on the ocean.” She said, it sounded lame even to her, “I’ve not seen the world beyond our small port.” She said, with wonder. She knew she came off like a child, but couldn’t seem to care.
He looked down on her, gazing at her, like she was the ocean that so enthralled her, and in a quiet voice he said, “Perhaps, rather than drink with my men, we find a corner, where I can tell you of the world, and you can tell me your name.” he suggested.
Against everything in her mind, which was screaming, don’t do it. Leave, you’ve had your adventure! Emma took his offered hand, and let him lead her to a secluded corner, where the ruckus of the crowd seemed more hushed, and she sat, unable to stop fiddling her fingers, trying not to look at the beautiful man beside her. The pirate.
“Now, I believe the deal was, a name for a story of my adventures of the world.” His eyes twinkled in the low light, and Emma froze.
She couldn’t well give her real name. He probably wasn’t from this land, in fact he had never really been a bother to her kingdom before this. But everyone knew of the elusive princess Emma. So she wracked her brain, and spat out the first thing that came to mind, “Leia. My name is Leia.”
He looked suddenly disappointed, “Is it?” He asked. Something, something in his eyes told her he saw right through her lie, then those eyes cast to her nervous hands, “Are you alright? You seem nervous,” He asked softly.
Emma laughed nervously, “I’m not sure, am I? I mean, I agreed to have drinks with a pirate captain,” She was rambling, she wanted to stop, “My father would be livid if he knew. He would likely lock me away, and throw away the key, if he even knew I was here!”
Killian looked almost amused, “I see. Protective father, thus a false name. I can understand that, as for the Pirate thing. I assure you darling, nothing will happen you don’t wish. If you simply wish to have a drink and hear of far off lands, then that is all that shall happen.”
She couldn’t lie, she didn’t know what to expect from a pirate captain. This of course, was the farthest from her expectations. She expected a much more rough and uneducated man So she smiled, and looked down at her hands, willing them to still, as a barmaid placed two mugs of frothy drink before them. Emma didn’t think, merely grabbed, and started to gulp, trying to steady herself. She choked, at the acrid taste, and nearly spat it across the table.
Killian chuckled, “Easy there, lass. Ale can be an acquired taste. Best not to chug at first.” He suggested.
Emma nodded, making a face as she pushed the mug away from her, “That might be best.” She said, wishing she had some water to chase the flavor away.
“You’re a most peculiar lass. I’d almost think this to be your first time in a tavern, yet you carry yourself so well.” He mentioned.
She ducked her head, “Well, that comes from years of being locked away, by parents afraid of the world.” She confessed. She froze, glancing at the pirate, praying he didn’t figure out who she was.
He nodded, “I see. Snuck out for the first time? Allow me to make it memorable.”
Emma smiled gratefully. “I think you already have.” She admitted. Then she turned in her seat, “What’s it like?” she asked, scooting forward to the edge of her seat.
He turned as well, their knees almost brushing. “Eager lass. But I did promise a tale of bravery and adventure, did I not?”
Emma nodded. “I just want to know what the world hides beyond the sliver I can see from my home.” She said softly.
Killian placed his own mug by hers, “Very well.” He said, then he launched into his tale, his voice wrapping around the words like silk. Describing lands were the air smelled of spices, and women danced in the street to music made only by the stomps of feet. He told her of an island, were none grow old, and of places that women are treated as queens no matter the station.
Emma clung to his every word, soaking in the images he spun for her. She imagined being one of the women, her feet moving to a rhythm of men stomping. She thought of venturing to the land where boys stayed boys forever. She felt a smile on her face. Wonder filling her eyes.
“And when the moon is high in the sky, the kingdom releases the lanterns, from every point in the land. A sight to behold. Once mourning and hopeful the lanterns of the king and queen searching for their lost princess. Now a sign of celebration at their family once more being whole. One of the best things to do, is stay out in the harbor, and simply look to the sky as they flow past. Listening to the music flowing from the kingdom above,” He said in a soft almost whisper, his eyes soaking in the awe filled expression on her face.
“It sounds amazing. Perhaps one day, I could see it.” she whispered.
Killian reached cautiously, and took her hand in his, “Perhaps you could.” He said carefully, “My ship leaves port in the morning, but I happen to return to this particular port quite often. If you wish to see the world, it would be an honor to be the one to show you.”
Emma so wanted to say yes, agree and run away tonight, but she imagined her parents. Her mother telling her she was their most precious. Her father saying none could shine as bright. She knew then, she couldn’t go. “I’d love nothing more. But my family needs me. My parents would be distraught. I can’t just run away.” She looked down, feeling her heart fracture just slightly.
Killian nodded, looking disappointed, “Aye, well… if ever you change your mind. You’ll know where to find me.” He cleared his throat. “I understand the importance of family.” He said. She realized he still held her hand in his, but she didn’t move, not wanting to lose the warm feeling of his skin on hers.
“Maybe someday.” She said softly. Then she looked up, “Because I do want to see the world. I want to see the ports of women dancing, and smell the spices on the air. That I know more than anything.”
“Then do it.” He whispered, leaning in close. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, making her shiver.
“I-I…” she stammered, her eyes flicking to his lips, as he mirrored her. “I…” she tried again, getting distracted by the urge to grab him by the lapels and kiss him, something she never wished to do before, with anyone. “I…” she stammered once more, before her mind threw in the towel, and said ‘screw it!’ and she was grabbing him, pulling him to her. His eyes widened, before he willingly came, their lips colliding in the middle. Emma felt explosions behind her eyes, color flooding her vision, heat building in her heart, pouring out through where their lips met, as she gasped, his lips moving over hers like silk, his arms going around her. Holding her closer.
A part of her was screaming, saying this wasn’t proper, but she shushed that part, pushing it away, as his tongue prodded for entrance, and she let him in with a small moan as she tasted him. She had moved closer and closer, until she was practically in his lap.
Outside a chorus of alarm bells chimed, and Emma pulled away from the pirate in her arms, her eyes blowing wide. She knew what those bells meant.
Killian was pressing his fingers to his lips in a daze, “That was…” he whispered, his voice husky and low.
Emma set to untangling herself, “I have to go.” She gasped, tripping over the bench.
“Wait, don’t go.” Killian said, “I meant what I said.” He said.
Emma felt guilt bubble in her throat, “I’m sorry.” She whispered, pulling away, pulling her cloak around her, and dashing out into the night.
She didn’t expect the hand on her wrist, “Leia.” He called to her quietly, “What are you so afraid of?”
She couldn’t tell him, instead her green eyes met his, and she felt sorrier than she could say. “Emma,” She whispered. “My name is Emma.” She said, before pulling away and running into the night, towards the bells. Towards her prison. Leaving the charming, dark, and dangerous pirate behind her, the taste of his lips still fresh in her mind.
~~Wanderlust~~
He watched her go. Her voice ringing in his mind, making his heart stutter and start. He wanted to run after her, but his feet were made of lead, his legs refusing to go, “Emma, my name is Emma.”
His fingers went back to his lips. Her hood fell, her golden hair flying behind her like a trail of sunlight in the darkness, before she faded from view. “Emma.” He whispered, “Emma, I will find you again. No matter what, I won’t let you get away.” He needed to know her.
He wanted to show her the world. And see her dance in the streets, that golden hair tangling in his fingers as he held her at night. Emma… One kiss, and she already held his heart. He just needed to find her again, so he could win hers. “Emma” He whispered again, before he finally moved back into the tavern.
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russellthornton · 7 years ago
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12 Essential Manly Drinks and the Types of Men That Drink Them
There are some things that no card-carrying man should order from the bartender. Real men order the manly drinks in the secret menu.
But what is it that makes manly drinks? Is it the outrageous name? The lack of pretentious flavorings? Or is it in the drink’s raw ability to turn the drinker into a crawling, incoherent heap after the first shot? Most would agree on the latter, but every man is entitled to his own poison.
The 12 most manly drinks every man needs to remember
While some prefer the raw punch of unadulterated alcohol, others get a little fancy and want a small manly garnish to their drink. Here’s a list of manly drinks for different types of men.
Classy drinks for classy men
Ordering these drinks exudes class and taste. These are the types of manly drinks for men who know what they want. Best imbibed while wearing a suit and smoking a cigar.
#1 Whiskey. Whiskey is the definitive manly drink. Either served neat or on the rocks, this liquid gold is so manly they make men’s perfume that smell like it. One famous type of whiskey is Scotch, made from malted barley. While across the pond, American ones are made from various combinations of other grains including corn.
There are other drinks out there that use whiskey as a cocktail base. Real men know how to appreciate it as it is. [Read: Alcohol’s effects on your sex life and libido]
#2 Martini. In its purest form, a martini is a cold mix of gin and vermouth garnished with either olives or a lemon twist. A complicated drink, a martini has various forms. Asking the bartender for “dry” martini gives you a version without the vermouth.
Ordering vodka martini will get you a mix with vodka instead of gin. Telling the bartender “straight up” would omit the ice. And, of course, we’re all familiar with “shaken, not stirred.” [Read: What your favorite drink says about you]
#3 Old Fashioned. A dapper drink for the likes of Don Draper from Mad Men, the Old Fashioned is made up of two ounces of Bourbon or Rye whiskey poured slowly over a glass with a sugar cube then splashed with a bit of water and bitters. Then, garnished with some ice cubes and a slice of orange. The drink may sound fancy but it sure does pack a punch.
#4 Classic Manhattan. This drink was pretty popular during the Prohibition era and is also known to be Frank Sinatra’s favorite. Every bar has their own version of the Manhattan but essentially it contains two ounces of Rye whiskey and half an ounce of vermouth with a dash of bitters and the optional stemmed cherry.
Say what you want on how unmanly the garnish is but this drink can get you in trouble if you’re not too careful. [Read: What to talk about when you’re drunk on a date]
#5 Rusty Nail. The Rusty Nail is one of those drinks that pass itself off as a cocktail but tastes more like a fist fight after the first sip. For this one, you take one and a half ounce of Scotch whisky and dilute it with three-quarter ounces of Drambuie. Then top it off with some ice and a lemon peel.
The mix may sound fancy but legend has it that the drink got its name from the tradition of some rowdy Scotsmen stirring this concoction with a rusty nail. If that’s not manly for you then we don’t know what is.
No-nonsense drinks for the quintessential man
For the breed of men that abhors fancy cocktails served in fancy crystalware. The quintessential man’s drink is anything with ethanol in it. He won’t mind if he drinks it from a beat up tin can or from the sawed off skull of his enemies.
#6 Beer. The most ancient and manliest drink of all and enjoyed by all social classes. Beer is jokingly referred to as a “liquid meal” by its most devoted drinkers. It contains both alcohol and a good amount of carbohydrates no red-blooded man should ever fear to chug. [Read: 12 quick ways to go from sloshed to alert]
#7 Gin and Tonic. A classic drink that calls for 1:1 ratio of gin and tonic water finished with a slice of lime. This drink was originally introduced by British soldiers in India as a way to mask the bitter taste of quinine in tonic water they drunk to prevent malaria. Sounds unmanly but we think they just wanted an excuse to get drunk while taking their medicine.
#8 Rum and cola. As straightforward as the name implies, this concoction calls for a combination of cola and infamously high proof Caribbean rum. This drink is often served over ice and topped with a slice of lime to give an acidic accent to the dark, bitter, and crisp mixture swirling beneath. A manly drink that’s sure to give you a baritone voice if you’re sober enough to speak after the first glass.
#9 Mojito. This drink gets its manliness from being the favorite drink of Pulitzer-winning author Ernest Hemingway. The Mojito calls for two parts spiced rum, one part soda, along with a garnish of mint leaves, some lime juice, and crushed ice. We probably think that the drink influenced him to say the famous quote “write drunk, edit sober.” [Read: The 5 biggest factors that boost a man’s sexual market value]
Crazy drinks for the craziest of men
These are drinks born during desperate times and more often a health risk than a pleasurable sip. Taking a shot is like playing a game of Russian roulette with your liver. Only the manliest gets through a glass and still stands on their feet.
#10 Naga Chili Vodka. If vodka itself is not manly enough, why not add another dash of manliness by pickling Naga chili peppers in it? Just so you know, Naga peppers rank up at 250,000 units on the Scoville heat scale. This means every bottle needs an FDA warning sticker that reads “drink at your own risk.”
#11 Moonshine. Moonshine is simply whiskey that omits the barrel aging and health standards involved in normal whiskey production. It was made popular by bootleggers during the Prohibition Era by means of homemade stills built from car radiators. They were used to distill alcohol from grain mash.
The resulting drink can be clear or cloudy with expected high alcohol content and some additive by-products that sometimes kills the drinker. There are still some craft distillers that produce this alcoholic drink that follows safety standards. But only a true man drinks something otherwise used as a firebomb. [Read: How to unleash your inner alpha male]
#12 Everclear. If moonshine is not enough to scare you, try Everclear with its 190 proof alcohol content. What does 190 proof mean? It means that once you open the bottle, you cannot (1) put your eye near the mouth of the bottle unless you want to go blind, and (2) you cannot light a cigarette a few minutes after opening a bottle.
Seriously, the label of this drink says “don’t consume on its own.” So, if you want to prove something, dilute this first with a liter of water before consuming or else you’ll be like Jesus dying for three days before waking up with a bad hangover.
[Read: Girly drinks galore! 24 girly drinks that’ll help you order the right one for a girl]
As far as alcohol is concerned, real men would rather take a shot rather than argue whether they are manly drinks or not. After all, real men drink whatever they want!
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