Maneater (Armin x Reader)

Chapter 3

You had been taking your sweet fucking time with Armin. You wanted this to hurt, to punch him right in the gut, to take his ego and decimate it until he was a whimpering sobbing mess beneath you. So you did exactly what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted.

Every text he sent at his own leisurely place was quickly responded to with an enthusiastic reply from you. You wanted him to feel like you were the obsessed one, that you were the one playing into his cards. Sometimes you'd be with Casey when he would text, and the two of you would compare the things he'd text her to what he texted you and laugh at how pathetic it was that he sent the practically same thing to every girl. If you didn't know anything about him before, though, you could definitely understand why a normal girl might fall for him. He was sweet, so so sweet, and those big innocent-looking eyes, everything about him was the stark opposite of who he really was. It almost made you want him more, if you were being honest with yourself. You desperately wanted to see the real Armin, the one he kept locked away, the one who played these games with girls just to see the look on their faces when he broke them.

In a way, you begrudgingly saw yourself in him. He practically did what you did to men to, well, women. Which is where you, a proud misandrist, draw the line. Men deserve all they get coming to them, and women deserve only the best. That's why you wouldn't excuse what he was doing, even if your logic or morals weren't quite right. It didn't matter, because when was the last time a man had ever considered his morals before fucking a girl over? Exactly. So why the actual fuck would you let a piece of shit like Armin run around, treating women like shit, when you could easily put him in his place and tie him to a leash like the rest of your little cucks.

You caught yourself fantasizing again, trying desperately to imagine the look on his sweet face as you peg him mercilessly.

"Fuck" you muttered, sighing and rubbing your forehead. You knew you had to take your time with this, but you were starting to get impatient. The two of you had hung out a couple times, occasionally alone, but all he did was tease you and try to play into his whole "I'm so sweet you can trust me" thing. It annoyed you, and turned you on, and pissed you off. Fuck.

You glanced at your phone as it vibrated against the table yet again, and without even picking it up you knew it was Armin.

Armin: "Hey, there's a party later at Eren's, if you want to come?"

Oh my god. Yes. The opportunity you had been waiting for.

You: "OMG yes!!!! Who else are you bringing? Is Jean coming?"

The last sentence was a set up for a later step in the plan, used to plant a little tiny seed of confusion and jealousy.

Armin: "Jean? yea haha... why? I didn't know you knew him?"

You: "oh lol don't worry about him, i think we have a class together and i wanted to ask him a couple questions."

Armin: "ooooo ok then :) lmk when ur here, ill come greet u"

This was perfect. It was almost funny how everything kept falling into place for you, but with men, it always did. They were so predictable, even the ones that claimed to be masters of manipulation and the ones that claimed to be "nice guys". Once you've seen one, you've seen them all, and as many times as you'd seen them- you practically knew every stupid trick in the book. And you loved knowing it, because you used it against them.

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"Casey!" you whined, drawing out the "-ey" annoyingly long.

"Oh my god, shut up. You always know exactly what to wear, what's the problem with today?" she laughed, audio glitching a little through the facetime call. She was propped up against the bathroom mirror as you tried on dresses, stuck between a dark red and a bright red.