#kate bishop selfcest

[hard-core-super-star]

i wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters [K.Bishop]

pairing: switch!kate bishop x top!reader x bottom!kate bishop

summary: things take a surprising turn when kate's alternate self shows up in the middle of an ongoing [slightly public] battle between you and your archer.

warnings: officially the filthiest smut i've ever written -> minors, you're not invited to this party but happy halloween! [selfcest + threesome; kinda dubcon again, R doesn't realize it's kate's variant...again; praise + degradation [heavier on the degrading side though]; slightly public sex; cunnilingus [R + alt!kate receiving]; grinding; orgasm denial; slight overstimulation; fingering [both kates receiving]

wordcount: 4k

a/n: happy halloween, ladies and gays. i couldn't just not leave you guys a little treat. this is [technically] another amazing request by the same lovely person as last time. i can't begin to explain how much fun this was to write and how glad i am that searching for redemption did so well. so, enjoy this as a thank you for being so lovely and allowing me to explore way too many kinks in one fic. hope you enjoy <3 [and let me know what you guys dressed up as today because i'm nosy]

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“Kate, we’re going to be late!” You call out for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

You should’ve known better than to trust your girlfriend when she said she was merely putting the finishing touches on her costume. A costume that she had kept hidden from you since she bought it a few weeks ago.

The secrecy was stupid but Kate had been far too excited at the idea of surprising you with it for you to complain. She’s been getting a kick out of doing things to make your heart race and your cheeks flush lately. It’s not entirely new but she’s ramped things up ever since her alternate self paid you such an eye-opening visit.

Kate talks about it a lot more than you ever thought she would but it’s nice to see her so confident and secure in desires she’s never been able to express with anyone else. Desires that had somehow led her to convince you to go to some Halloween party being thrown by one of her, very rich, college friends.

The idea didn’t really interest you and yet here you were, all dressed up in some revealing devil costume your girlfriend had insisted on buying you. You had felt a little silly until your archer decided to express her love for your outfit by slamming you against the nearest wall and kissing you until your legs turned into jelly. 

Something that would have been very well received had she not left you with a desperate throbbing between your legs that she had no intention of relieving. 

Meeting her alternate self had been a blessing and a curse as far as you’re concerned. You love how quick she is to take control now but more often than not, her version of control is just her teasing you relentlessly until the two of you are so wound up that you end up having sex on the nearest surface.

It’s the best kind of torture and your girlfriend is incredible at dishing it out.

“Kate-”

“I know, I know!” Her voice reaches your ears first, followed by the sound of her footsteps approaching you. “Being fashionably late is a thing, by the way.”

“There’s nothing fashionable about being two hours late, Katie.”

“You’re no fun.” 

You open your mouth to reply but your response gets caught in your throat once your eyes fully take in what she’s wearing.

The all-black outfit isn’t incredibly scandalous, although the muscle-tee she’s wearing shows off all the subtle dips and curves of her arms that drive you wild, but the collar around her neck and the ridiculous cat ears she’s so proudly wearing on top of her head are enough to bring your attention back to ache between your legs.

She raises an eyebrow at you but your eyes are glued to the slightly crooked whiskers she drew on her cheeks. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

You really want to come up with something to shut her up but the playful glimmer in her eyes and the not-so-subtle smirk tugging at her lips renders you speechless. Kate, surprisingly, accepts your silence and instead of making fun of you again, she decides to simply close the space between your bodies and pull you into a kiss that somehow leaves your mind spinning even more than her outfit did. 

You’re in the middle of tangling your hands in her already disheveled hair when she suddenly pulls away from you. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.” 

She gives you no time to complain, she just grabs your hand and leads you out the door. It’s equal parts irritating and attractive. Much like the archer herself.

The two of you arrive at the party after a long subway ride, one that was spent with teasing touches and obvious glances. It’s clear what game your girlfriend is playing with you and yet you can’t stop yourself from getting riled up. You know she won’t offer you any relief but your mind fills with images of putting the overconfident archer in her place all the same.

Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to even attempt some retaliation. The two of you manage to stick together for a full five minutes before some tall blonde you’ve never seen before is playfully shoving her and shouting something about a game of beer pong. 

Kate shoots you an apologetic look that borders a little too close into puppy-dog eye territory and you let her go without a fuzz, opting instead to grab a drink and wait for her to come back. 

And you do end up waiting.

Long enough for your easy acceptance to turn into actual frustration…frustration that’s pooled inside your underwear.

Your eyes haven’t stopped scanning around to find every dark corner and secluded bathroom in sight since Kate left your side hours ago. You’ve been able to find more than enough spots to work out your frustrations with your girlfriend but you still can’t find her.

You’re about ready to call it quits when you spot her out of the corner of your eye. It takes less than a second for you to reach her, hands reaching out for her waist and leading her forward into a dark coat closet you had found half an hour ago.

Her surprise is more than a little evident as you push her inside and practically pin her against the nearest wall. If your brain wasn’t filled with such intense desire, your eyes might have picked up on the different colored collar around Kate’s neck and the lack of crooked whiskers on her rosy cheeks.

None of that registers, though, and all you can think about is how good she looks and how desperate you are to feel her hands on your skin. 

There’s a small furrow in her brow that tells you she’s five seconds away from asking something that will ultimately distract you so you act faster than she does.

You lean forward in an instant, your lips claiming hers while your fingers dig into her waist. The fabric in the way doesn’t let her feel the full force of your grip but she arches her back into you anyway.

“You’re driving me crazy,” you mutter against her lips.

“So are you.” Kate finally gains control over her limbs and her hands start to caress your body, gentle fingers trailing up and down your back and barely brushing against your ass. “When did you even change into this outfit?”

You might’ve paid attention to her words had her lips not been trailing a path of kisses down your neck. 

Instead, you groan as the throbbing between your legs comes back with a vengeance. You need Kate and you need her now, her constant need to overpower you be damned.

She’s in the middle of sucking a mark onto your skin when your hands grab onto her shoulders and you start pushing her down. “Wha- oh.”

Her confusion lasts for a whole two seconds before she gets the message and lowers herself down onto her knees. The sight alone would be enough to make your heart race on a normal day but her easy acceptance of your unspoken command and the absolute devotion in her eyes while she stares up at you have your knees buckling under the weight of your own desire for her.

“No more teasing, babe,” you say, your tone somewhere between whiney and authoritative. “Just fuck me.”

You’re expecting her to put up some sort of fight but she seems to be just as desperate to feel you as you are. “Spread those legs for me, baby.” 

You do as she asks and she wastes no time in getting rid of the barriers that separate your drenched cunt from her mouth. Her lips instantly attach themselves to the skin that gets revealed to her eyes, trailing a path of kisses up your inner thigh.

It takes all your self-restraint not to buck your hips into her face. “Kate.”

She hums in response, apparently too busy to realize how fast your control is slipping. It’s not until her teeth graze your skin that you decide to put a stop to her teasing. You reach down, your fingers wrapping around the pretty collar around her neck and forcibly pulling her face toward your center.

The action surprises both of you but while you watch her with wide eyes, ready for her to fight against your expanding dominance, she moans against you, her eyes fluttering closed. 

And that’s all the encouragement you need to take the lead.

You tug on the collar again, the force in your movement showing her you’re in no mood for her continuous games. “Come on, Katie, put that mouth to good use.”

She’s the one with the wide eyes this time but makes no attempt to talk back. Instead, for once, she does exactly what she’s told. 

Her hands come up to part your folds enough for your wetness to be on full display for her and she slowly drags her tongue along your slit before flicking your clit.

You can’t tell if she’s trying to be gentle or if she’s set her mind back on teasing you until her lips wrap around your swollen bud and tongue laps at you as if you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, your free hand grabbing onto the back of her head for support.

She responds with a sound of her own, one that resonates against your bundle of nerves and leaves your legs shaking like never before. Kate’s quick to notice your shakiness and her hands grip your hips to hold you up while her mouth and tongue continue their divine work on you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck.”

Her voice comes out muffled but your hips instantly buck further into her mouth in response. You hate how much she teases you and yet you can’t deny how much better waiting makes everything feel.

Kate shifts a little and you waste no time in pulling her hair in a silent warning not to stop. She’s not selfish, merely a tease, and she accepts your command faster than you ever thought possible. The movements of her tongue speed up, flicking at your clit expertly every time and leaving you gasping for air.

“Kate, Kate-” You’re cut off as she rips another moan out from the depths of your chest. “Don’t stop.”

She knows what every gasp that leaves your lips means and she’s much too eager to watch you fall apart.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me.”

She makes a sucking motion with her lips and you fall over the edge without a warning, only Kate’s name tumbling out of your mouth like the most sinful of prayers. Kate laps up every drop of your orgasm until you’re far too sensitive to handle her touch. 

You pull on her hair with a shaky hand and she gets the message, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses before rising to her feet again. “Was the wait worth it?”

“Shut up,” you mumble.

You can’t resist the urge and you pull her into a quick kiss, loving the way she still can’t seem to get enough of you. You quickly pull away, much to her dismay, and give her the most innocent smile you can muster. “I’ll see you later, Katie.”

She doesn’t realize what you mean until your hand reaches for the door and you start stepping outside. “You can’t be serious.”

“I promise the wait will be worth it,” you tease before walking away.

You don’t hear her overdramatic groan or see her step out of the closet. But Kate does.

Your Kate.

The one that’s been looking for you for over an hour but instead found her double stumbling out of a dark coat closet.

She’s not an idiot and she knows exactly what the grin on her alternate self’s face means. So, she reacts without thinking. 

It takes her less than three seconds to cross the space between them, relishing the wide-eyed look the other Kate sends her way, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

A dozen answers flicker through Kate’s mind but she spits out the worst one she comes up with. “More like who the fuck am I doing.”

Her eyes darken but she knows deep down the way she’s looking at her other self isn’t only filled with rage. “You’re an asshole.” 

Her nails dig into her alternate’s skin, drawing out a groan that sounds way too tantalizing to both of their ears. “Chill out, I didn’t realize she wasn’t my y/n until it was too late.”

“And when was that?” She questions despite knowing she won’t like the answer.

“When she was cumming on my tongue,” Kate replies with a proud smirk on her face.

“I take it back, you’re not an asshole, you’re a slut.” A tingle runs down her spine as she practically degrades herself. There’s no hesitation in her movements, no attempt to make herself sweeter, only pure, unrestrained, desire and a desperation she’s never felt before. 

“Go fuck yourself, I didn’t do it on purpose, alright? So, back off.”

“Fuck myself?” She responds, subconsciously stepping closer until their bodies are flush against each other. “You have no idea how much I’m considering it right now.”

“You’re kidd-”

She swallows the rest of her variant’s words as her lips press against hers in a messy kiss. There’s no awareness of the party going on around them, of the people that might see, of how wrong it all is, there’s none of that. She can’t think about anything besides how wet she is and how good her double looks in their ridiculous costume.

The kiss is fast and borders on desperate, her tongue slipping inside her double’s mouth and attempting to taste the remnants of your release left on lips that look exactly like hers. 

Her leg slips between her alternate’s thighs before she can stop it and the world stops spinning for a few seconds once she hears her moan. “Told you you were a slut.”

“You’re just insulting yourself, we’re the same person.” The response comes out muffled and breathless but filled with the same amounts of raw need.

“Maybe but we like it, don’t we?” She adds more pressure against the other Kate’s center while one of her hands grips her wrist and guides it between her own drenched thighs.

Kate sees it.

The moment her alternate’s control starts slipping, the cocky mask she’s worn so well until now fades and begins to reveal a need to submit that almost rivals her own. “Someone’s going to see us. How the hell are you going to explain this?”

“I don’t give a damn, let them see. Maybe we deserve to get caught for being so sick.”

It’s impossible to know where all of her words come from but the reaction they invoke in both of them is too good for her to get caught up in the details. She knows what she wants, what both of her want, and she’s in no position to deny it.

“Fuck,” she groans once her variant finally gathers the courage to toy with her wet cunt. “Just like that. You know how we like it, don’t you?”

She’s expecting another bratty response but it doesn’t come. All that comes is a groan and the telltale feeling of her other self grinding against her thigh.

Her variant’s fingers stroke her swollen clit for a few seconds before shifting down and slipping into her soaked entrance. The intrusion is unexpected but not unwelcome and she ends up leaning forward and resting her forehead against herself in search of some balance.

She's turned on beyond belief and yet her eyes continue searching for things that ultimately ramp up her desperation. Her hands join the subtle exploration of her own body, harshly groping her variant’s breasts and watching the way her face twists into pleasure.

“Shit, I’m gorgeous,” she mumbles.

“I know, right?” The response comes with a small, breathless, chuckle that leaves her grinning.

It's surreal how right everything feels. How good she feels in her own skin while watching another version of herself writhe and moan.

Her variant slips another finger inside her and her eyes flutter closed, walls clenching in an attempt to take more. “Keep going, we feel so good.”

“Yeah, we do, fuck.”

She knows herself well enough to know how close her double is to the edge. Her hands leave her tits to grip her hips, expertly pinning her against the wall and stopping her movements. “Hold it right there, bratty sluts don't get to cum.”

Her alternate self, the one who was once so commanding and sure of herself, whines. She whines and Kate swears the sound alone could make her cum.

“I need it.”

“Beg for it,” she says, her hips bucking down every time her variant’s fingers thrust in. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

There's a pause before the words flow out of her. “I need you to fuck me, please. I need to cum.”

“Say our name.” Her voice is a breathless whisper as her orgasm builds up.

“Fuck, Kate. I need you, please.”

The entire world fades into nothing the second she hears those words. All she can manage is a gasp before she falls over the edge, her hips relentlessly rutting against her other self’s hand.

She doesn't know how long she spends basking in the bliss of her orgasm but once she comes back to herself, she feels the insistent kisses being littered all over her face. It's weird but cute and she wonders if that's how you feel every time she does it.

The thought fully forces her back into reality and she groans before taking a small step back. “I think someone deserves a reward. Let's go find y/n and give her a show.”

It takes them a while to find you in the crowd, although maybe it has more to do with the mind-shattering orgasm Kate just had and the borderline painful denial that's left Kate with a powerful ache between her legs.

When your archer finally spots you, she shares a knowing look and a subtle smile with her variant before they're both grabbing onto you and pushing you into the first bathroom they can find.

The action startles you until you realize the hands on you belong to your girlfriend…two of them. You're pushed against the sink and your heart pounds in your chest as your eyes take in both archers.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Kate’s variant asks.

The different colored collar on her neck gives her away now they're standing together and you almost feel stupid for not realizing.

Your girlfriend seems to read your mind and she steps forward, her hands landing on your waist. “What's wrong, baby? Did you not realize it wasn't me you were whoring yourself out for?”

The words steal the remaining breath from your lungs. Kate’s, your Kate’s, dominant attitude is something you can't get enough of but you're still pissed at her for teasing you all day. Especially now that you've learned it wasn't even her that made you cum earlier.

“Careful, Katie.” Your hand reaches for her collar, tugging on it enough to be rewarded by the hitch in her breath. “You're still on thin ice.”

The impatience and need Kate’s other self is struggling with is obvious to you and it only becomes more clear once she steps forward too, pushing her body against you and seeking out your neck with her lips. “What about me?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “You're fine, Kate. You're a good girl, aren't you?”

The whine your words draw out of her is enough of a response and your eyes flutter closed while they both caress your body.

“Why am I in trouble when you're the one who fucked another version of me?” Kate’s hands slip up your body as she speaks, her movements blurring together with those of her double.

“So did you.”

The two pairs of hands on you stutter in their movements and you know you've got them right where you want them.

You don't give either of them a second to respond. Instead, you take the opportunity to rearrange them, pushing your archer onto her knees and pulling her variant against your body.

Kate’s eyes meet yours, offering a moment of calm amongst all the raging emotions that fill the room. “You gonna put me in my place, baby?”

“Please stop talking,” her alternate self begs.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sound, your arms wrapping around her middle and pulling her impossibly closer. You've heard your girlfriend beg before but this is different. This is you stripping away all her control and letting her enjoy the feeling of submitting.

And it's hot as hell.

“Poor Kate, we left you desperate for more, didn't we, baby? Is that why you came crawling back to us?”

She nods furiously, her hips bucking against the air while your hands slip under the fabric of her shirt. You take in the sight for a few more moments before looking back toward your kneeling girlfriend and giving her a small nod of your own.

Kate wastes no time in removing the obstacles in her way, letting out a low groan once she takes in her alternate self’s obvious arousal. You wait for the teasing comment that doesn't come now that she's left you in control of both of them.

“Get to it, baby.”

Your girlfriend obeys immediately. She attaches her lips to her variant’s leaking cunt and you watch the way they both tremble with desire.

It's the most heavenly sight you'll ever get to see.

Your hands slide up to play with Kate’s bra-covered breasts while your girlfriend eats her out like her life depends on it.

You can't stop yourself from leaning forward and pressing feather-light kisses against her neck, loving the way she instantly tilts her head back and sinks into you. “Fuck, please.”

“Please, what?” You murmur, missing the two fingers your archer slips inside her alternate.

You hear her gasp and feel the frantic movement of her lower half as she grinds against your girlfriend’s face. “Please…please, can I cum?”

A torturous silence hangs in the air for a few moments before you give in and let her have what she wants.

“Go ahead, baby, be a good girl and cum for us.”

You're sure you've never heard a more delicious sound than the loud cry that leaves her parted lips. You're too busy kissing every inch of skin you get your lips on to watch the way your girlfriend swallows every drop of her other self’s release.

A release so intense that it leaves all three of you shaking.

Kate fucks her through her orgasm, clearly addicted to the way her fingers keep getting swallowed up by her other self’s cunt.

You let her do what she wants until her variant can't take it anymore.

“Please, I can't-”

Despite her words, you feel her body shudder as she tumbles into another orgasm.

“Come on, Katie.” You reach down to pull your reluctant archer away. “Let her breathe.”

“You're no fun,” she mumbles before rising to her feet.

“Say that again and see what happens,” you warn her with a grin.

She huffs before attaching herself to your free shoulder, nuzzling against you. “I think the power’s gone to your head.”

“I think you both like it.”

Neither of them replies but you don't need words to know you're right. The way they cling to you is enough.

“Can we go home?” Kate’s variant finally speaks up, her voice hoarse. “I can't feel my legs.”

You chuckle and kiss her cheek. “Sure. But we're not done.”

The three of you stumble out of the bathroom together a few minutes later, giggling and trying to fix your disheveled hair. It's a strange situation but you feel like the luckiest person on Earth with your two girls by your side.

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[selfcestmovies]

Kate: guess who I'm hanging out with?

Yelena: If you're trying to make me jealous, Kate Bishop... it will not work.

Kate: ...

Yelena: Did you CLONE YOURSELF, Kate?

Kate: maybe, why?

Kate: you jealous yet?

Yelena: Don't move.

Yelena: And you BOTH better still be there by the time I get home.

#bishova #kate x yelena #incorrect bishova #incorrect marvel quotes #wlw #selfcest #ai art #ai artwork #ai generated #ai image #mcu #mcu headcanons #hawkeye #yelena belova #kate bishop fanart #kate bishop

[katebishopshands]

katebishopshands masterlist🏹

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⚡️Hi I’m ET!⚡️

22, Kate Bishop enthusiast, Virgo, Swiftie

Currently writing for: Kate Bishop but open to other Marvel characters ! !

Requests: OPEN

Request guidelines:

NO incest, selfcest, stepfamily tropes, anything non con, extreme kinks (ddlg, pet play,etc) abuse of any sort, underage ANYTHING, if you’re under 18 you probs shouldn’t be on my page babes 💖

COMING SOON:

But I’m a Cheerleader ! ! FINALE

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✨ = fluff 💥 = smut

A Nonsense Christmas✨💥

Kate Bishop/reader

After not seeing Kate for some time, she invited you over to her place for some Christmas decorating.

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But I’m a Cheerleader ! ! 💥

cheerleader!Kate/reader

You’re rivals, always have been and always will be. When the competition for the coveted spirit stick gets heated between your team and Kates team, The Archers, you discover something. You want your rival, The Archers cheer captain, Kate Bishop, to fuck your brains out.

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

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You Can See Me as a Secret Mission 💥

enemies to lovers Kate Bishop/reader

When paired up with Kate on a mission, playing the roles of a young millionaire and her fiancée, emotions get mixed into the mission and things get complicated

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Simmer Down and Pucker Up 💥

Kate Bishop/reader

Kate entertains you in her apartment after leaving a Bishop Security holiday party, during which you find out she’s plays the bass, proving that she really is good with her fingers ;)

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KILLSHOT 💥

Kate Bishop/reader

Things with Kate are going really well, or at least you thought they were. She’s kind, funny, caring, everything you’d want to commit to. What happens when a picture you find while internet stalking changes your whole perception of her?

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REQUEST FICS:

Caught in the web✨

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!Reader

I Can See You✨

Kate Bishop/Spidergirl!Reader

TRAINING EDITION!!

Call it What You Want✨💥

Kate Bishop/reader

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Headcanon list

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[caroldantops]

In my head I imagine you as literally Kate bishop like you’re Kate running this account

so when i write for kate is that selfcest

[friendlyneighbourhood-parker]

A little note: I have the right to decline any request that I don’t feel comfortable or able to write! Please be polite while requesting (I won’t accept requests if your demanding or rude to me)

Thank you!

What I’m comfortable writing!

Female reader x male/female character

Nonbinary reader x male/female character

Poly couples!

Angst

Aus

Platonic couples

Smut (might take me longer to write)

Things I’m not comfortable with

Noncon/dubcon

Selfcest

Selfharm

p*dophilia/inc*st

____ I haven’t written for but I’m open to

Marvel

James “Bucky” Barnes

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Wanda Maximoff

Layla el-faouly

Michelle Jones

Oscar Isaac

Blue Jones

Orestes

Laurent LeClair

Jonathan Levy

Specific Pairings

Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Moonbois x Layla el-Faouly

Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Amy March x Theodore "Laurie"

disclaimer: I can add or delete any of the things on this list at any given time

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[selfcestmovies]

Yelena: Have either of you seen Kate?

Wanda: Have either of you seen a spell book? One is missing from the library.

Natasha: What kind of book, Wanda?

Wanda: Spells about conjuration and replication, mostly.

Yelena: ...Oh shit.

Natasha: What?

Yelena: Well, Kate and I got into an argument...

Wanda: And? What does that have to do with my book?

Natasha: What did you say to her, Yelena?

Yelena: I told her... to go fuck herself.

#incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #selfcest #wlw #ai art #ai generated #ai artwork #ai image #bishova #wandanat #kate bishop

[selfcestmovies]

You knew Kate had been dabbling in magic...

You didn't expect to walk in on her doing this.

#kate bishop x reader #bishova #selfcest #ai art #wlw #kate bishop #mcu #kate x reader #x reader #incorrect bishova

[selfcestmovies]

Self love at its purest.

#wlw #girls kissing girls #ai generated #selfcest #mcu #kate bishop #mcu headcanons

[selfcestmovies]

To say that Kate Bishop was frustrated was putting it mildly.

She and Yelena had decided to join Wanda and Natasha on a "working vacation" to Kamar-Taj — the ancient, mystical sanctum in Tibet where Kate had hoped she and Yelena could reignite their blossoming relationship. Things hadn't been hot and heavy between the two of them for a while; Yelena insisted they weren't to be labeled and things had to stay casual, at least until the pace of her missions slowed down. Even in Kamar-Taj, Yel seemed fully preoccupied working with Nat and Wanda to untangle some of the Red Room's aftermath, leaving Kate "theoretically single" and trapped in a bizarre foreign compound with far too much free time.

Not to mention the BOREDOM that came with it. There was no Wi-Fi here, no decent snack food, and she had to leave Lucky at home. Other than exploring the vast compound, her days were slowly becoming excruciatingly dull. And to make matters worse, Wanda had asked her to stop snooping around the dark corners of the sanctum. She said it wasn't a place for a young woman of Kate's curiosity.

It was her ninth afternoon trapped at Kamar-Taj when Kate decided to take herself for a long run through the grounds. It would eat up some time, but more importantly, it would hopefully blow of some steam and some much-lamented tension that she had hoped Yelena would have helped her release. Being sex-less with Yelena just out of arms reach was frustrating beyond belief, but Kate knew she couldn't start seeking out other girlfriends while Yelena hemmed and hawed about the status of their relationship. Kate needed patience, but that wasn't her strong-suit.

These thoughts flooded her brain during the long afternoon jog — so much so that when she recollected her wits, Kate had no idea where in the compound she had wound up. She recognized the central library, though — a corner "fully off limits" by Wanda's orders, but surely that edict wasn't absolute, and Kate was in need of a shortcut back to her dorm.

The library was cool, too. Shelves of artifacts and mystical books with seemingly limitless magical potential. Kate took a meandering route through the dusty stacks, idly fingering the spines of some of the fancier books she passed. It wouldn't hurt to take a look into some of them, right? Or to read out loud the first line of ancient script that piqued her interest...

The swirl of violet light from the books pages made her instantly regret the impulse, but it seemed too late as the magic enveloped her — before the aura subsided, finally, leaving Kate unharmed... but not alone.

"Woah." "Woah. Jinx!"

She was standing face to face with what seemed like a living mirror, identical to Kate down to the strands of hair dangling from her messy ponytail or the beads of sweat on her brow.

"Holy crap, this is freaky," one Kate murmured, reaching out to touch the hem of the clone's sports bra.

"You're telling me," the double repeated the gesture. "So you're really me? I mean – we're really us? This is freaky."

Kate nodded, confused and entranced. "I think... well, yeah. We're both us. Both Kate."

Decoding and reversing magical phenomena was not in Kate's wheelhouse, but reaching out to Wanda for help after blatantly violating her policies seemed like a non-starter. So the Kates got to work trying to re-read and undo the script they had read from the book, to little success, so they started scanning other pages of the tome, looking into other nearby books, anything to try and find a solution.

"Look at this, um, other Kate—" it felt weird to say her own name out loud, "At least this page is in English." The clone hustled to Kate's side. "It says that these enchantments are designed to last two hours, so at least..." she cast a glance at her double, "It's not permanent. We just have to kill some time."

"Thank fucking god," the second Kate huffed. "I mean, I'm not upset that you're hear, but Wanda would murder us if she saw us like this."

"The entire Kamar-Taj army would kill us, Kate," the other smirked. "Not to mention Yelena flipping out — she thinks one of us is a disaster, let alone dealing with double."

They laughed in tandem. "I've got to say," Kate put the book down on its shelf, "Speaking of Yelena, and having the chance to finally, you know, examine myself from a new perspective," she gestured head to toe at her twin's body, "Yelena is missing the fuck out."

The other Kate smiled and raised her eyebrows. "I'd say the same thing! We're hot, Kate, no dancing around it." It was fun to finally have a chance to give voice to the thought, after it had been swirling around her head since the moment she had been duplicated. They took turns complimenting the little, superficial things about each other – they looked especially fit after just completing their 10-mile jog, plus they liked their hair, their eyes, their smile. Kate avoided saying out-loud that she liked her own ass, but she presumed the other Kate was on the same page. She had checked it out probably a half-dozen times already anyway, ever since the two had started looking through books side by side.

But when Kate bit her lip, so did her reflection. They didn't need to say it the rest out loud.

One Kate quickly checked over her shoulder down the library corridor, while the other Kate did the same towards the rear entrance. "All clear," she spoke, her voice starting to waver.

"Can you imagine if Yelena walked in on us?" The other laughed. "All clear over here, too." She swiftly closed the distance between the two of them.

The first Kate had barely turned to face the twin before the other grabbed her by her wrists and pinned her from behind to the book shelf. "Fuck, Kate," the woman whispered into her ear. She traced her hands down Kate's back, to her hips, squeezing their bodies close. "I'm so glad we're on the same page."

"Was there ever any doubt?" She asked cheekily, bucking her hips backwards against her clone's body. "If Yelena refuses to get us off—"

"I'm happy to help myself," the other Kate finished the thought, taking the chance to spin her twin's body 180 degrees so the two were face to face. "I'm gorgeous," she whispered, running her hands up the other's body.

"You could say that again," Kate cooed, leaning forward to capture her clone's lips with her own. The kiss was only cautious for an instant – both Kates concerned for that split second that the universe might implode at their touch – but the moment all seemed safe and stable, the dam broke between them. Their mouths opened wide to battle for supremacy, biting and sucking at each other's lips. Their hands were just as aggressive, finding purchase on each other's ass, then chests, then abs, all eager to explore.

"Our body—" she'd gasp. "Fucking amazing—" the other would finish.

The sex was messy and quick, but electric, each woman knowing precisely the points on the other's body that spun her quickest into ecstasy. Within just a handful of minutes, the two had fallen to the floor, their backs against the stacks of books, panting for breath, leaning on each other for support.

"Holy hell, you're good at that," Kate exhaled.

The other brought a hand to her clone's knee and patted her three times. "Right back at you Kate. That was something." She checked her phone. They still had more time to kill. "Round two?"

"Yeah," Kate raised her eyebrows. "But I think we should crack open another book first."

The first Kate cocked her head to the side before the notion hit her. "Pretty and brilliant," she smirked. "Seems like we both agree—"

"—The more, the merrier."

#kate bishop #fake movie poster #mcu #hawkeye #selfcest #hailee steinfeld #ai art #ai generated #ai artwork #ai image #wlw #mcu headcanons #yelena x kate #kate x yelena #incorrect bishova #bishova #mentions of wanda and nat #kamar taj

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Kate Bishop would get the worst aches and pains after missions. She just lacked the impulse control to protect her body from harm in battle – the other Avengers could see it clear as day. It was bold, and impressive, but Kate's time to recuperate post-combat was grueling as a result.

So Stephen Strange offered her an artifact: a mirror that could summon a life-like duplicate of anyone who touched its surface. Kate was thrilled – finally she could summon an extra set of hands to help massage the precise kinks and knots in her muscles. No need to communicate to a masseuse what was aching her; this doppel-Kate could find the aches without even asking.

Was anyone surprised when one thing lead to another? Kate got hooked on the mirror, summoning her clone after each and every mission for an intense, soothing, intimate rubdown.

Why not take their connection one step further... After all, Kate found herself craving more contact than just the kneading on her joins and aching muscles. There was another itch she wanted scratched – and doppel-Kate was the perfect partner, after all.

#kate bishop #selfcest #clonecest #ai art #wlw #mcu #mcu headcanons #hawk #hawkeye #ai generated #ai artwork #ai image

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Understandable that Kate gets a bit... distracted.

#kate bishop #hawkeye #selfcest #wlw

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Kate: Clone me is so awesome.

Yelena: She's literally just you, Kate.

Kate: #badass

Yelena: shes JUST YOU, KATE

Kate: How come nobody told me I was this cool?

Yelena: go fuck yourself

Yelena: and I mean that as an order

I am all about this picture of Kate. Wow.

#incorrect bishova #incorrect quotes #bishova #kate bishop #selfcest #ai art #wlw #mcu #hawkeye #yelena belova #kate bishop fanart #femslash february

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Arm Candy Yelena Belova x Yelena Belova (withlots of Kate x Yelena angst) Wordcount: ~3000 Tags: light angst, wandanat wedding, background bishova Warnings: smut, selfcest, oral sex Link on AO3

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Yelena should have been thrilled.

"You're getting married?!" Her sister Natasha had been dating Wanda Maximoff for a few years, and if the announcement was to be believed, they were finally tying the knot. Yelena wanted to show nothing but joy for Nat in that moment... but it was hard to suppress the look of terror that crept across her face.

Nat was utterly bemused. "I know it's a big change, but c'mon Yel, I thought you'd at least be a little happy for us..."

"No, no Natasha, I am happy for you," Yelena tried to explain before swallowing her pride and admitting the root cause of her panic. She could feel the tears beginning to swell. "But weddings mean parties, Natasha, and parties mean that you and Wanda will invite all of your friends. Including," she choked back the upswell in her chest. "Including Kate Bishop."

Nat nodded. "Oh, I see..." She knew about Yelena and Kate — everyone did, at this point. Their breakup had been messy, and recent. The emotions were undoubtedly still raw.

"No, you don't," Yelena continued. "Because Kate will bring a date, Natasha, I know she will. And I won't be ready for that. AT ALL."

The weeks that followed were uneasy for the blonde Black Widow. Through the grapevine, Yelena was able to confirm that yes, indeed, Kate had made the guest list. Wanda had insisted and Nat didn't post much of an objection. And yes, once the dust had settled, it did seem that Kate was bringing a plus-one. Yelena re-entered full panic mode.

"Then I won't go," she said from Nat's couch, after a late-night visit to vent. "Plain and simple."

"You're coming to my wedding," Natasha countered flatly. "Just bring a date to make Kate jealous."

"Who?!" Yelena sounded hysterical. "Who on EARTH could make Kate Bishop jealous. She's literally the most beautiful, perfect human, Natasha. The only person she'd be jealous of is me, and I'm the person she dumped!"

Nat tried to collect her thoughts for a counter, but she could see the glint in Yelena's eye. It looked maniacal. "Wait," Natasha asked cautiously, "What are you cooking up, Yelena?"

Yelena grinned. "The perfect idea. Call Wanda."

What followed was a many-hours-long brainstorm between Yelena and Wanda about the "perfect" scheme. Wanda was truly happy to be included. She had been looking for any possible way to bond with Nat's adoptive sister, so was very open to at least humor Yelena's ideas. Possibly more than Nat was comfortable with.

When Yelena and Wanda were finally ready, they updated Natasha on the genius new plan. "You're going to bring who as a date?!" Nat couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Myself," Yelena nodded. "Have you not been listening, Natasha? Wanda is going to conjure me a clone and I'll take myself to the wedding. We'll pretend that it's an ultimate act of self-love, or some shit like that, but really, it's just going to drive Kate Bishop off the wall!"

Wanda was nodding along. "I think it's a beautiful idea, Yelena. Really."

Nat rolled her eyes. "How is that going to make Kate jealous?"

Yelena seemed excited to explain the details for the umpteenth time. "Because it'll be me with me, Natasha! Two mes. Dancing and flirting and in acting love with each other. Kate won't be able to take her eyes off of us."

Nat glanced at Wanda for support before bringing her gaze back to Yelena in bewilderment. "And you want that?"

"What? No," Yelena said like it was obvious. "I don't want to be in love with myself, but I do want Kate to think that I am. And it'll be worth it, just to see the look on her face. And then we'll get back together." Yelena punctuated the thought with a nod. It seemed, despite Natasha's concerns, that the idea had been settled.

Nat kept rolling her eyes for the next two months, but quite frankly, it was nice to see Yelena finally excited about something for the first time in eons. She had energy and optimism again. She seemed like her old self.

And most importantly, Yelena was finally excited for the wedding. Nat didn't want to squash these feelings, but she was still worried that the scheme was going to somehow end in disaster. It seemed far too twisted to go smoothly.

When she went with Yelena to help her pick out a dress, it felt like Nat's final chance to talk some sense into her younger sister.

"So, you're still going through with it? The whole 'dating yourself' thing?"

Yelena nodded emphatically, picking out her next dress to try on. "Yes. It's a brilliant plan. And I've been speaking with Wanda — lovely girl, by the way, I can see why you like her — and she's mastered the conjuration spell. She says it'll really be two of me, both of us indistinguishable from the real Yelena. This will go off perfectly."

Nat forced a fake smile, "Great." Yelena shut the curtain in the dressing room. Nat had to speak up. "And when is this 'cloning' going down?"

"Right before," Yelena shouted back. "Obviously. I don't want to have to get my hair done twice, Natasha. Use your brain."

"Of course. So which one of you will give the toast?"

"We're doing it together, both of us," Yelena spoke like the answers were clear. Like she was making perfect sense. "That's how I've written it, at least."

Nat rested her forehead in her palms. Was she the only person in the world who saw this plan as utterly insane? "You still have time to find a real date, Yelena. I could set you up with people. Nice, hot people. Maybe you'd actually like them—"

"—I don't want to like them," Yelena stepped from the changing area. She was wearing a low-cut satin dress that caught the light in ripples of cyan and green. She looked stunning. "I don't want to date anyone other than Kate. And once I make her boil over with envy, she and I will be fine again. Besides, I need her to believe it when she sees me attracted to somebody else, and I don't think I could fake that with a random person." Yelena turned to look at herself in the mirror, turning to the side to check out the dress from all possible angles.

"And you're planning to act that way with another you, Yel. Doesn't that sound... awful?"

Yelena paused as she checked herself out in the mirror. "If I'm wearing this dress and looking this good... I can manage," she smirked over her shoulder at Nat. "I think this is the one."

Nat didn't give up. Even after Yelena had bought the dress and the two were grabbing coffee. "But, like, Yel," Nat was ready to pull our her hair by this point, "You're you. How believable can this really be?"

"I've thought of that," Yelena responded flatly. "Weird at first, but I've come to terms with my limits. I'm okay with flirting, dancing, making out, all of it. It might be good, actually, in a weird way."

Natasha nearly spat out her drink. "Kate is going to think you might actually sleep with yourself if you act that way."

"You're right," Yelena looked to Nat earnestly, "She might think it, but I need to her to believe it for certain. We should probably go further," Yelena took out a pad and pencil and began jotting down some notes. "We should probably actually hook up. Maybe in a public place, where Kate will find us." She stroked her chin, "Would I be okay going down on myself? Yes, I think so."

At that, Natasha got up and left the table. She wasn't mad at Yelena, and the blonde knew it, but this plan had spiraled far out of Natasha's comfort zone. "I wish you the best," she shouted back to Yelena, "But this is all on you when shit hits the fan."

By the time the wedding approached, Yelena was on pins and needles. Her nerves about seeing Kate at the party were bursting at the seams, but Yelena knew her plan could work if she gave it her all. The day of the wedding she headed to the venue early to get herself ready, making sure all the details of her outfit, hair, makeup, everything was picture perfect. She was her own date, after all — she needed to look amazing. Twenty minutes before showtime, Wanda knocked on her door.

"Are you ready, Yelena?" Wanda was already in her gown. She looked stunning.

Yelena hugged her, thanked her, and the incantation began.

Just minutes later, Yelena strut outside and towards the awaiting venue, hand in hand with a flawless, indiscernible duplicate of herself.

"People are staring," Yelena whispered to the clone.

"I think that's sort of the point," the other Yelena smiled back. It was true — the number of guests that seemed bewildered at Yelena's "appearance" was growing second by second.

"Just smile and wave," one whispered and tightened her hand around the others. It felt comforting to know she could trust this new partner implicitly and wholly. "You see Kate yet?"

"Mhmm," the other replied and nudged Yelena to look subtly to their left. Kate was there all right, looking stunning in a violet suit, her jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of the two Yelenas. They waved in sync. "I think this might actually work."

The ceremony was beautiful; Wanda and Nat exchanged heartfelt vows in both English and Sokovian, with Natasha struggling adorably through the latter. Yelena teared up — both of her.

They had largely lost sight of Kate during the rest of the ceremony and during cocktail hour, but every so often one Yelena would spot her through the crowd, gawking at the duo. Yel would promptly hold hands with the clone, or sneak a hug around her hips, or a forced flirty giggle, step by step to help sell the illusion of romance. It wasn't as weird as she had thought it might be. In fact, she was finding it fun — she was less inhibited than she had ever been around other people.

Once time for the reception came around, the two Yels stood to give their toast — just as she had rehearsed it in the mirror, the two trading lines, leaning into some witty back-and-forth, and of course ending with her favorite line of all, spoken in tandem: "For us, it took learning to love ourselves to realize how true your love is, Natasha and Wanda. Cheers to a beautiful marriage."

They raised their glasses for a collective cheers. The room clapped. Yel leaned towards the clone. "Kiss me."

"What?" She was taken aback by the whisper. "Now?"

"Kiss me. Kate is watching us. This will be perfect."

The Yelenas leaned in and made it a show — not too over the top, mind you, they still weren't supposed to be the center of attention. But it felt reel, sweet, and organic. It didn't last long before the two returned to their seats.

"Not too bad," one smirked at the other. "I'm a good kisser."

"Yes I am," the other gave her hand a squeeze before catching a glimpse of violet out of the corner of her eye. Yelena had been the last toast of the evening, and guests were all being prompted to stand, mingle, and head to the dance floor — an opportunity which Kate Bishop was taking to approach the duo at their table.

Half out of fear, and half out of planned tactics, Yelena reached for the clone and pulled her into another, deeper, more passionate liplock. "Mmm," she moaned into the others lips.

Each closed their eyes and made the most of the moment, letting their lips part naturally and their tongues mingle in the space between them. It was a slow, patient, lingering kiss — and by the time the two finally parted and scanned the room, Kate Bishop was nowhere to be scene.

"That was something," Yel whispered through a smile. "But if that won't convince her that we're happy like this—"

"—Nothing will," the other finished the thought. "Come on, let's dance."

The rest of the night felt like a blur. The drinks flowed liberally, with Natasha and Wanda each — separately, and on multiple occasions, prompting the Yelenas into shots of tequila. Kate seemed to be out of their hair for now, so Yelena took the chance to just enjoy herself (herselves?) and have fun with the party. They drank, they danced, the flirted, they talked. It was amazing how much she had to say to herself of all people, despite the two sharing a brain and a lifetime of memories.

It didn't feel like a ruse anymore. It just felt good for them to relax and enjoy each other. But of course, the ruse wasn't to be abandoned, not fully. Not yet.

"Are you ready?" One finally whispered to the other as the evening was entering its final leg. She winked.

The other Yel nodded. "Eyes on Kate?" The two scanned the room and found her, drinking awkwardly next to her date. She was barely keeping it together. "Let's do this."

Hand in hand, the two Yelenas took a roundabout path to leave the dance-floor and exit the tent, making sure to pass safely within Kate's periphery. They had scouted out this location earlier in the day: it was a shadowy corner of the lawn behind the party, backed against a wall of ivy. Yelena pinned the double against the ivy and kissed her.

"This is going to be something else," she whispered passed the clone's lips. "Keep an eye out for Kate. Are you ready?"

"Yes," the other Yelena whispered back. "Are we both okay with this?"

They nodded, and smiled. One Yelena dropped to her knees. "I've sort of been looking forward to this..." she cooed, hiking up the bottom of the other's dress. She leaned in slowly to kiss the other woman's thighs, left to right, one after another. "Our skin is so soft, Yelena."

"I love hearing you say our name," the other giggled. "No sign of Kate, by the way. Not yet."

"Do you want me to slow down?"

"No," she answered truthfully.

"Good," Yelena whispered against the others thigh. She brought her hands up to the hem of her panties and started to pull them down. "This is so fucked up..." She almost laughed out the whisper of the words. "We look good down here, Yel," she cooed as the panties were dropped to her ankles. "And I know we've always wondered how we taste."

The movement started slow and cautious — not for a lack of enthusiasm or curiosity, but simply to let the moment be savored by both parties. Yelena (the one standing) gasped and brought a hand down to cup the blonde hair of her twin below her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but in that moment, she was glad she hadn't fully lost her senses. "She's here. Kate's here," she whispered. Sure enough, the archer had taken the bait, approaching from the distance.

The other Yelena took it as a signal for the show to begin, and it better be convincing. She opened her mouth and traced her tongue up the slit of the clone's pussy, hearing the other woman gasp and muffle a scream — "Yelena!" — before continuing with more fervor. She brought two hands up to cup the other woman's bare ass, pulling her flesh closer against her lips.

"I'm such a cutie," she whispered against the other woman's folds, "And I know exactly what makes me tick." She dove in for one final flourish before the sensation overwhelmed the clone; Yelena could feel her shaking, climaxing through every inch of her body. She didn't stand immediately, opting instead to rest her forehead against the woman's thigh and give her a moment to catch her breath.

"She saw us, Yel," were the first words Yelena could muster between breaths. "Fucking perfect. She saw us. It couldn't have gone better."

The other Yelena stood slowly, smiling face to face with the other. "Really?"

The first nodded. "She'll come right back into our arms, I don't have a fragment of a doubt. Not after seeing us like that."

"Come on," the other offered a hand. "Looks like our work here is done."

Accommodations for wedding guests were scattered all around town in various hotels, but being a part of the bridal party, Yelena was staying just a short walk away from the reception. The two could hear the party winding down behind them as the DJ asked everyone to give a final cheers to the new brides. The Yelenas smiled and chatted about the ceremony as they made the short walk back to their hotel room. By all accounts, it really was a beautiful and perfect evening. They passed by a catering cart where one Yel snagged an unopened bottle of champaign. "To celebrate a successful scheme," she laughed.

The duo made it back to their small hotel room and shut the door behind them. "Do you have the time?"

The other checked her phone. 11:09PM. She and Wanda had run through the nuances of the magic down to the lat detail. The clone would last until midnight. "About 50 minutes," she replied, intuiting why the other Yelena had asked. She popped the bottle and took a swig. "To us."

The other smiled and reached for the bottle, following suit. "To us." It felt weird to say goodbye to herself, but after such a wonderful time — emotionally, physically, everything — Yelena was catching herself feeling like this scheme had impacted her more than she initially thought.

Yes, the two had put on a show for Kate, but there was something deeper here.

"You feel it too?" The other asked.

"What?"

"That there's something more between us than just acting like we're fake in love to get Kate back."

The other nodded. For 50 more minutes, it didn't make any sense to lie to herself. "So, what do we do now?"

Yelena smiled. "I still owe you one, don't I?" She took a coy step towards her clone. "You got me off in spectacular fashion, I'd like to return the favor."

Her double blushed. "Kate's not here. Nobody's watching. There's no reason to put on a show." She knew these were all half-truths. It was correct that there was no reason to act like the two were in love with each other, not anymore, but Yelena also knew that her clone felt it too. The spark between them.

"I know," she whispered before closing the distance between them for another kiss. "Let's make this time just for us."

#yelena belova #selfcest #bishova #bishova angst #fake movie poster #ai art #ai generated #ai artwork #ai image #wlw #mcu #mcu headcanons #yelena x kate #kate x yelena #kate bishop #florence pugh #hailee steinfeld #wandanat #wanda x natasha #natasha x wanda #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #black widow

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Once they begin, Kate can’t quite tell where one body ends and the other begins.

It’s intoxicating how perfectly they fit together.

#kate bishop #hailee steinfeld #ai art #selfcest #wlw #ai generated #ai artwork #ai image #mcu #hawkeye #girls kissing girls

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Deuces Kate Bishop x Yelena Bishova Wordcount: ~1500 Warnings: angst, jealousy, selfcest, ANGST, emotions, communication issues, SO MUCH ANGST

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Yelena Belova wasn't the best girlfriend in the world, she had come to realize lately. It wasn't as if she didn't adore Kate Bishop with all her heart... but Yelena knew herself to be more comfortable at a distance, even in a relationship. It didn't start too frequent, but Yelena caught herself putting up barriers. When Kate wanted to plan a date night, Yelena might feign disinterest, even though the idea excited her. When Kate would want to spend all day together in bed, Yelena would joke that she was being clingy.

Yelena didn't know why she acted this way, necessarily. Perhaps she wanted Kate to feel more dependent on her for approval. Perhaps Yelena could recognize a good thing, and deep down, she didn't know if she deserved it.

It was unfair to Kate, but the pattern didn't stop. Yelena knew that Kate wasn't going anywhere — and if anything, that thought gave her fewer reasons to break the harmful cycle. Kate had few friends and even fewer romantic interests. Yelena was her "one and only."

Until she wasn't.

Kate and Yelena had bumped up against magic-users in their missions together, but this time was different — this time, Kate kept a souvenir: an amulet that would let her temporarily "duplicate" herself into two identical bodies.

Yelena was impressed by the artifact, and so, typical for her, she had to say something snide to the archer. "Good, now you have somebody to spend time with instead of nagging me all day long, Kate Bishop."

Kate took her seriously. The next time Yelena rebuffed her for a date night, Kate used the amulet and spent time with herself instead. Yelena rolled her eyes when Kate told her the next day.

"It was actually pretty fun," Kate admitted with a coy smile. "We have all the same likes and dislikes. She's easy to talk to."

Yelena held back her laughter. Kate was practically spending time talking to herself in the mirror, for all Yelena cared. It felt simple and harmless, and a little pathetic. Yelena didn't say as much out loud, though — she just let the "Kates" have their fun, trusting that they would tire of the novelty soon enough.

But the weeks went on. Kate spent more and more time using the amulet: she'd conjure a double of herself to run multiple errands in the same afternoon, or to lend a helping hand on challenging missions, or even for casual company at home. Kate would always update Yelena, too, and it seemed all fine and dandy. Kate was giving herself emotional support that Yelena had passed on... so, all in all, it was a innocent system. They were all happy.

But then why was Yelena feeling... jealous? Was that possible? Kate was just spending time with *herself* after all — there was nothing to be jealous of, really. She couldn't tell if the Kates were being simply naive and earnest when they'd send photos of the two acting cute and flirty, or when Kate would tell stories of giving herself a back rub, or cuddling with the clone for movie nights. Was Kate trying to drive Yelena crazy with envy, or was Kate just earnestly compatible with herself — and Yelena was making something out of nothing?

Yelena knew she should have just communicated her feelings. She should have said "I miss you" or "I wish you'd spend time with me, instead" — but true to her form, she doubled down. She made the worst possible move to drive a deeper wedge into the problem:

"You should sleep with yourself, Kate. I'm serious. I bet it would feel amazing."

Kate was fully taken aback. The thought hadn't crossed her mind in the least. "Wait, really? Wouldn't that be, like, cheating on you?"

Yelena couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "No, it would be fine. Actually I encourage it," she lied through her teeth. Every word of it stung, but she couldn't help herself. It felt impossible to tell Kate the truth: that Yelena wanted all Kate's attention and affection to herself. That she loved her. Instead, she smiled and egged her on. "Do it, I dare you."

Kate made it clear that taking things that far with the clone would be unlikely. Yelena was relieved, knowing she didn't have anything to worry about. For a week or two, the envy seemed to settle. Kate was still hers, but Yelena took all the wrong lessons away from the close-call. The barriers became more glaring. She teased Kate for making sweet gestures. She didn't say "I love you" back when prompted. She made plans to go out with friends to make Kate jealous — to push her away, senselessly, even more than she did before. Yelena hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop. It was toxic.

Kate was at home that evening, knowing that Yelena was out having fun without her. She summoned the double.

"Glad you're here," she whispered.

"I know," the double replied — they always agreed, always shared the same thoughts. "I feel the same."

The biggest thought remained unspoken: maybe Yelena's suggestion was right. Maybe it would feel good to sleep with herself. Kate hadn't been able to shake the thought — and now, feeling like she needed comfort and touch, with Yelena so far away...

"We could try it," the double whispered.

"We could."

They agreed to start with just kissing, which was bizarre at first. Each Kate vied for dominance in the exact same way, mirroring the others motions subconsciously. They giggled, then tried again, and again, until they could get it right. It was different than kissing Yelena.

"We feel softer," Kate whispered into her clone's lips before pinning her to the futon and upping the pace. "Yelena was right..."

"...this is amazing," she completed the other's thought before opening her mouth wide and letting herself give in. "We're going all the way?"

The other Kate nodded and began kissing across Kate's cheek, then to her neck. "I'm game if you are," she hummed against Kate's skin. "I can't deny... this is really fucking hot."

Kate was already lifting her clone's shirt up over her head, diving in with hands and lips against her chest, indulging to her fullest against the mirror image of her own body. She was so wrapt up in the sheer joy and ecstasy of the moment that she couldn't hear her phone ringing from across the room.

Yelena had realized her mistake. She regretted every ounce of feigned disinterest and deliberate neglect that she had cast towards Kate over the months... and she was panicking. That evening, the jealousy had returned like a tsunami. Why did she have a sudden feeling in the pit of her gut that she was loosing Kate in this very moment — that the love of her life was slipping through her fingers.

Yelena was halfway to Kate's place when Kate finally texted her back: "Taking your advice and having some fun with myself ;) Text you tomorrow."

Yelena's heart split in her chest. By the time she got home, her cheeks were stained with tears and her mind was flooded with the image of Kate being with another woman. It didn't matter that it was herself. Yelena regretted all that she had done to lead to this point. She needed to turn a new page. She needed to tell Kate how she felt.

Yelena arrived early to Kate's apartment with breakfast the next morning. Kate emerged from the bedroom, hair messed, lips swollen, and gave Yelena a sweet kiss. Moments later, the other Kate followed.

"You're still split," Yelena tried to hide her emotions.

The Kates giggled. "We've merged and split a few times since last night," they explained, casting flirty glances at one another, clearly eager to get each other undressed yet again.

Yelena swallowed her pride. "Then I'll say this to you both, Kate Bishop." She told them everything. Yelena told them how much they meant to her — how madly in love she was. How she had always pushed the people away that she cared about. How she had felt jealousy over Kate's bond with the double. How she should never have encouraged them to sleep with each other. How much it hurt to realize that it had finally happened — and that Yelena had wished she had been honest with herself sooner.

They cried — all three of them. Eventually the Kates merged back into one and gave Yelena a deep, soulful hug.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Kate apologized fully for what she did, but Yelena pushed back. "You did nothing wrong. First of all, I encouraged it, and second of all it was just you being with you, I shouldn't have been jealous. It's natural."

Kate blushed just thinking about it. "You're not mad?"

Yelena shook her head.

"Because," Kate pulled out the amulet and slid it across the table towards Yelena. "I think it might be your turn to give it a whirl."

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Kate: Hey Yel?

Yelena: Yeah?

Kate: With all this multiverse stuff... could you remind me our ground rules?

Yelena: For meeting ourselves?

Yelena: It's not cheating if that's what you're asking.

Kate: I don't think we're going to hook up.

Yelena: It's okay if you do.

Kate: She just wants to help me relax...

Yelena: Is she one of these alts that's super like you? Or super not like you?

Kate: She's a lot like me.

Yelena: Hot. And you're definitely going to fuck.

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