Maneater (Armin x Reader)

Chapter 4

The night was cold, Armin was still hard, and you were gone. When he met you, he hadn't really given you a second thought. In his head, you were just another bitch, another fuck, another prey to hunt. And if there was one thing Armin knew, it was that he always caught his prey. Except for you. Girls were so easy to manipulate. If he gives them the right amount of attention, says all the things they want to hear, kisses them a couple times- then they're hopelessly in love. So why were you not giving in? What made you so special?

He wasn't really used to rejection. He didn't think he'd ever been rejected in his life, especially not by a woman. Even when he was younger, and less "attractive", he still had his charm of being the nice guy, the one you could rely on. The girls he liked would trust him, always like him back.

The first girl who's heart he ever broke was Annie Leonhart. When he met her, she was cold and rude, and would never speak to him. He knew he liked her from the moment he saw her, but he also knew that a regular approach would get him nowhere. So, like always, he played the long game. He was so nice, unbearably nice, that she started to let her guard down. She finally started to trust him enough to come to him. To talk to him about anything and everything. They would stay up late in the night on calls, sleeping on facetime and waking up to each other's voices even when they were miles apart. She slowly fell for him, and how sweet he was. She genuinely trusted him. One day, she gathered all the courage she had and told him she liked him. Armin had never felt so satisfied in his life. That same day he lost his virginity to her. It was awkward, sweet, and everything a first time usually is. Armin felt so happy, so genuinely in love.

Then he woke up the next morning, looked at Annie, and felt like throwing up. He couldn't stand the sight of her, his stomach churning at her sleeping face and the memories of the night before. He realized right then and there that it was the chase that was what he loved, not Annie. He had never loved her in the first place. He had never even liked her. He had just seen her as a challenge, and the moment he won it, he was dissatisfied again. She woke up to him putting his clothes on, clearly getting ready to leave. She called out to him, and he turned around to look at her, disgust prominent on his face. Annie felt her heart break, in the moment thinking he had just used her for sex.

Armin saw it. The look on her face when she realized she meant nothing to him. The tears pooling in her eyes and quivering of her lip as she tried to say something. It was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed.

So he continued chasing that high. Making girls fall in love and then taking everything from them. Breaking them. Just to satisfy himself. He didn't care, didn't feel anything for them because the only person he ever really needed to worry about was himself. And again, girl's were so easily swayed. It was almost like they were asking for Armin to do it, to swoop them up and then throw them away.

But then there was you. He was used to girls being hesitant, sending mixed signals, all the like. But you- you confused him the most. It almost felt like he was the one being led on. He'd think you liked him, that you finally trusted him, and the moment he was about to get his satisfaction you took it out from under his feet. That only made him want you more, to finish the game he started. He needed to see you underneath him, then sobbing as he left you. He wanted to hurt you even more, to fuck you so good and then break your heart even better. So he decided to put a lot more effort into you then he initially planned. He started to text you more, only to get left on delivered for hours. He tried to call you more, only to get your voicemail every time. He was the one discarded, and he couldn't stand it. He needed you. He was getting desperate.

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"Is that him again?" Casey nodded towards your phone, vibrating as Armin attempted another call.

"Yeah" you said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at the phone. "He's so needy its kinda cute."