9} 𝑅𝐸𝑀 18+

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TW: Sexual intercourse, exhibitionism, bondage, degradation, praising, breeding, edging, use of toys, choking, anal sex, double penetration, possessiveness, jealousy, overstimulation.

Hello! The smut in this chapter will be a little heavy, so I'll mark where it starts and ends for those of you that don't wanna read it!

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You got back home that night, carefully thinking about what'd occur in only five more nights. Five nights is all you had to prepare. Fritz was useless so you had to come up with a plan yourself. As soon as you finished eating dinner, you started making a layout. You were somewhat familiar with the place, it was, thankfully, not too intricate.

Although you and Eren were the only ones that were going to officially enter, you also had Sasha, Connie, and Pieck weaved into the plan. You placed them in a surveillance position so any attacks on you wouldn't come as a surprise. Mapping where everyone was going to be was simple, it was the unexpected turns that could turn into a challenge.

The next night, you started coming up with a plan to get Armin out of there and alone so you could finish the job. Except, you couldn't think of any way to get him out. The goal was to kill him, yes, but it was also to make as little noise as possible. Disturbing the event was out of the question. Think y/n. Think. You came up with a few solutions, but none of them satisfied you.

One: make a scene so he's forced to get drawn to you, then lure him out of there by pretending you need help.

Two: pull him out of there by force and have Eren help you.

Three: you could seduce Armin and make him think you're taking him to a hotel or something, then, when he least expects it, kill him cold.

None of those plans were fool-proof. Except that, when it came to missions like these, nothing was fool-proof. There were always unexpected twists and turns that could easily destroy a plan. Those twists though, you wouldn't let them interfere with your goal. Armin and Sina were going to be put to an end that night, there was no doubt in your mind about it. Just because you spent a night with Armin didn't mean you harbored any real feeling for the man. Your goal was set, and you were going to accomplish it, no matter what it took.

The next day, you were to get fitted for the gown you'd wear. It had to be something easy to slip off and something you could fight in if you didn't have time to change. It had to be sexy and seductive just in case you went with option number 3. After trying on what felt like a million different outfits, you found the perfect match. Shortly after, you found the perfect mask as well.

 Shortly after, you found the perfect mask as well

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