Welp, anyone who follows me on Twitter knows what I'm gonna say...

I'm afraid I cannot keep it to myself anymore...

This Zangoose does indeed have sexual fantasies about Incineroar.

I know! Hold your gasps.

It's been like this for a while really. No matter how much I despise him, he has wormed his way into my brain with each moment I think of his character and goals.

Incineroar's desires put the images and situations of him and myself in my mind.

Like being slighty out of it after being kidnapped.
Incineroar looming over me on a bed, his giant hand pressed lightly on my neck, pinning me under him.
He looks down, an evil grin on his face as we reside in a dark room.
Leaning down, and whispering into my ear with smooth, deep voice.
"You are mine, my little Zangoose~" Sending shivers down my spine as his other hand explores my torso which looks frail compared to his.

Yeah, stuff like that.

I have no sentimentality towards him, but he's my sweet poison.
The moments I've been slipped away from Solgaleo and into his arms, are as sensual as they are evil.

The Zangoose is Incineroar's goal; his treasure, and it's almost impossible to not think of the things that go on in his mind, whether they be real or not, of what he would do with me.

I am a sinner, and I hate him so much.
I hate that he makes me think like this.

Stupid Incineroar.

I hate you make me love your body.