#matrix breeding kink au

[glitch-after-dark]

It was too much to resist. I am writing Matrix Breeding Kink Rodimus. @mychlapci this is inspired by your asks.

Here's a snippet because this is going to be longer but had to get the opening done.

Rodimus had known the Matrix could change its carrier. 

His new frame was a testament to that–and the three weeks of aching protomatter and itchy plating as his hips expanded, waist narrowed, new biolights popped out, and kibble formed like he was some fresh protoform going through their last change. Becoming a “Prime” was unfortunately not an immediate thing if the energy that was supposed to be changing you was focused on reviving you and then got siphoned off two times in a row to power a ship. Ratchet had made a comment about it resembling human puberty and gotten a little melancholy reminiscing about the tiny organics he'd bonded with on Earth. Rodimus hadn't really had a lot of positive interactions with humans, but he had liked parts of their culture and enjoyed the admiration is Earth alt-mode had gotten from passerby. He did know of the three young humans who'd made contact with them and how that connection had ended for all of them. 

Rodimus definitely empathized with them, though, if the awful peeling paint he'd experienced as his color nanites reset was anything like the “acne” that one of them had moaned about getting from stress. Rodimus had tried to keep out of sight until that had passed, but he was certain Drift had gotten a few image captures while Rodimus “retreated” to his room. Or if his aching chassis and hips, cramping insides, and the expanding protoform in the areas at all resembled the “menstrual pains” that some of the species went through. 

Optimus hadn't had to go through this.

Though he'd been unconscious and non-functional for most of his upgrade, Rodimus couldn't fully begrudge him.

(Well, he could and when the cramps had him curled up in the medbay with a heating pack he'd cursed Optimus, the Primacy, and the Matrix viciously.)

He'd gotten a lecture from Ratchet about the changes in his frame including higher stamina and therefore energy requirements, potentially new components being integrated, coding packets he may not recognize passed through the Matrix, and even an increased activity in his recovery nanites which would make him heal more quickly and withstand more damage.

Pit, Rodimus had been forced to endure getting reacquainted with his “upgraded” array as well.

That was the strangest but perhaps most positive update (besides his new frame which he was quickly growing fond of) and thankfully Drift had been willing to help him get used to the increase in node sensitivity, new biolights, and embarrassingly quick overloads. Drift had been good natured but kinda smug about it too, playing around and seeing just how quickly he could get Rodimus off. Rodimus wasn't necessarily complaining about the overloads but he had been forced to work to not embarrass himself three thrusts into Drift.

Rodimus could accept and even appreciate these changes.

But nobody had told him about the Matrix's fragging breeding kink.

[cyberrose2001]

HELLO, I really like u fanfics and the way you write, seems so canonical xd idk how to explain I like it, SO I DECIDED TO REQUEST THIS IDEA THAT IS NSFW, THE COMEBACK OF TFP OP BREEDINF KINK x reader but...it's Orion, let's say a scenario of the orion pax arc where he find a way to remember the reader when he somehow got into base without choosing that thing of vector sigma yet, he's memories kinda appearing there and so then when he looks looks the reader that shock happens again, suprised by he's desires...or something like that because I think it would be confusing to make a breeding kink with orion.sorry it's just basically just orion with the reader I am so sorrh for the large text that u need to read

TFP Orion Pax x human!fem!reader

I don't think I've ever seen an Orion breeding kink yet so this was really sweet to write!! Thanks for requesting ❤️

This is kind of an AU where the autobots managed to retrieve Orion before the key to vector sigma is used to restore the matrix.

Also essentially part 2 of my other Optimus x Reader breeding fic... read here!

Warnings: Breeding kink, reader is soft-dom, slight angst in beginning.

Word count: 3204

The Autobot base was on edge after the defeat of Unicron. Not only did you have to come to terms with your own planet being a host for a god-like being, but you had to witness Optimus Prime be taken hostage by Megatron. Your screams and begs for him still echoing in your own mind. The feelings of hopelessness and despair as Arcee held you back from running after him weighed heavily on your heart. He had looked at your tear-filled eyes, not even trying to escape. He did not recognise his own lover but instead turned his back to you to follow Megatron. He abandoned you.

Curled up on the couch, you sobbed. The other members of the team tried to comfort you, but you ignored them. That was not the Optimus Prime you fell in love with. That was not the Optimus Prime that would greet you every morning when you wake up with a soft kiss upon your lips. It had only been a day since he was taken, but every hour feels longer without him. So, you bottled yourself up from everyone to cope while the whole team discussed possibilities of what had happened to their leader.

After your sobbing had turned to hiccups, Ratchet decided that this would be the best time to tell you their plan. And to tell you what exactly happened to Optimus. He walks over to the human area and rests a servo on the guard rail, think over what to say. He softly calls out your name.

“(Y/n), I’m not sure if you are listening, but we have reason to believe that Optimus did not recognise you because he has lost his memories,” Ratchet says, waiting for any reaction from you, “due to the sacrifice of the Matrix.”

You say nothing and only listen to his words, thoughts plaguing the back of your mind. You turn your head just slightly to show him that you are interested.

“He has reverted to his pre-prime state, Orion Pax.” Ratchets says. Your ears perk up at his words. Optimus had told you once that before he was a Prime, he was an archivist on Cyberton, working at the Iacon Hall of Records. It shocked you that Optimus Prime was not always a leader or had wanted to lead, but a quiet and nerdy Cybertronian who got mixed up in the mess of their politics.

“But I have hope that even though in his mind he is Orion,” Ratchet voice softens, “He has the spark of Optimus. And we will get him back, I promise.”

You watched with puffy eyes as Ratchet and the rest of the team go through the ground bridge, curling back into yourself to grieve. Ratchet’s words help you, but it did not help the pain that still tugged at your heart.

-

Night-time had fell and you had eventually fallen asleep on the couch, exhausted from crying. The base was empty, and the only sounds were your soft snores. In your sleeping state, you couldn’t hear the ground bridge portal and the clanging of pedes echoing in the base.

“This is… your base of operations?” A young Orion Pax looks around in wonder at his new surroundings, optics wide.

“Our base of operations, Orion.” Ratchet nods and places a servo on his shoulder, “We don’t expect you to remember anything yet, but this is the place on Earth that we call home, for now at least. Take your time to explore.”

Orion nods at the medic, walking around the consoles that control the ground bridge and the large computer, softly grazing a servo across the keyboards. Something that he was familiar with in this confusing time. He moves his optics over to the raised platforms and the small couch that resided there.

Orion turns to look at Ratchet, “The native lifeforms of earth, humans, are occupying this base as well?”

Ratchet glances to the couch then back to Orion, he was not sure if this was the best time to introduce him to you. But he knows that you would want to at least see that ‘Optimus’ is still alive and well, “M’yes, they can be rather… mundane at times. But they have proven themselves to be great allies to us.”

Ratchet watches as Orion moves closer to the human area, glancing around at the strange earthly artifacts and wondering what they might be used for. Orions optics then fall onto a small figure resting on the couch, they look to be in a stasis of some kind. Orion turns to Ratchet, “Who is this?”

“That is (Y/n), she’s asleep at the moment.” Ratchet looks down at the floor before turning around to return to the med bay, deciding that soon enough he will need some privacy with you, “She’s… been through a lot the last few days.”

Orion turns to look back at you, optics softening. He decides to get a closer look and peers over the guard rails to look at your face. He could not deny that you looked rather peaceful, and somehow familiar to him. Orion raises an optic ridge in thought. He had met the other humans and they were great but looking at you made him feel different in a way.

Unexpectedly, a flash of memories run through his processor. They were of you and him, spending time together, kissing, laughing together and… interfacing. A shock of electricity zaps at his spark and Orion had to stabilise himself to prevent him from falling over. His spark is humming and energon flushes to his faceplate, overcome by an urge in his spark that indicates that he needs to breed.

 Interfacing… with this human? I haven’t even met her, why do I have these impure thoughts of marking her? He thinks to himself. His processor is spinning with confusion.

Orion didn’t notice that you were stirring awake while deep in his thoughts. You yawn and stretch out on the couch, opening your eyes to find yourself face-to-face with who you thought was your love. In an instant you jump up and run over to him in excitement and desperation.

“Optimus!” You cry out, tears welling in your eyes, “I thought I’d lost you! Are you ok, baby? Did the cons hurt you? Why did you ignore me?”

Orion is brought back to reality and leans back slightly, unsure of what to say. However, he decides to be reasonable and begin with greeting you, ignoring the erotic memories of you he had moments ago, “Hello, (Y/n), is it? It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You stop in your tracks, your heart drops to your stomach at his words. In just seconds the unimaginable feeling of relief you had erased into shock. You look up into his optics with furrowed eyebrows, “What… what do you mean? It’s me, don’t you recognise your lover?”

It felt like his spark had stopped functioning. These memories were not a figment of his imagination, you really were his conjunx. He looks at the tears running down your face and feels a tug at his spark. He needs to say something.

“I am… unsure.” Orion bites his bottom derma, he lowers a servo to you as an invitation, “Perhaps we can talk about his, human.”

Blinking away your tears, you nod and climb into his servo. You didn’t notice Orions small gasp as he feels how warm you are as you settle. He holds you close to his chassis as he wanders down the large hallway leading to one of the many berthrooms the base has to offer. It gives him time to think about what to say to you. He finds one that is far enough away from the main area and settles down to sit on the floor with you in his grasp, preparing for a conversation that will most certainly change his life.

-

“And ever since then, we’ve been inseparable since.” You finished explaining to Optimus, or Orion now. You told him how you both met, the things you used to talk about and your favourite dates that you liked to go on. Orion had been intensely listening to you the entire time, optics never leaving your frame.

Admittedly, it was strange that the bot you were talking about was him. However, he cannot deny the memory of him on top of you intertwined in a tangle of metal and flesh, gently thrusting into your heat and filling you with his transfluids. His engines were running hot at the thought, but he had to remain composed in front of you. Orion felt so unlike himself and a part of him feels like he is violating you in a way, but he understands that it is not just his own urges to mate with you, but the remnants of the Matrix that was once inside him.

“I understand now, I apologise for making you feel abandoned.” Orion says, hesitating to bring up the memory, “But there is something else that has been on my mind.”

“Yes, Orion?” You looked up at him and tilted your head in curiosity, it felt strange to call him that, “You can tell me anything.”

Orion took a shaky intake, “When I first saw you, I had a memory of us. We were… interfacing. That is something we used to often partake in, is it not?”

Your eyes sprung wide, you had no idea that Orion was having memories of you and him having sex. It did pique your interest though and you had wondered if the reason he was so nervous and felt hot to the touch was because he was having dirty thoughts about you. Your face flushed and suddenly your own memories of Optimus ploughing into you floated into your own mind.

“Y…Yes, very often.” You say, looking away. The weight of the room has just shifted from light-hearted to one that you could cut a knife through. You can hear Orions spark humming, it sounds just as loud as it used to be when Optimus wanted to mate with you. You bite your bottom lip wondering if you should really be taking this step with him, “Orion, do you… want me to show you?”

Another jolt of electricity shoots through his spark and a rush of energon flows straight to his interfacing array at your words. His face is flushed blue, and his optics are wide in disbelief. That fact that a wonderful and beautiful human like you is willing to mate with him is beyond him. He slowly nods.

You give him a genuine smile and beckon him closer with a finger. He lifts you so you are closer to his face plates, he can finally see how flushed your own face is, finding it rather cute. He watches as you lean closer and place a gentle kiss to his dermas. Orion is surprised at first, having never kissed anyone else before but eventually leans into the kiss, his glossa licking at your lower lip.

Unconsciously, you had took the lead in order to guide a flustered Orion. You lead a small trail of kisses across his face and down towards his jaw to his neck cables. You did the things that you knew Optimus liked, kissing, licking, and nipping at the sensitive wiring. You were pleased when you heard small gasps and hitches of his vents letting you know that you were doing the right thing.

Orion tilted his head to the side to allow you more access. His dermas parted ever so slightly as he enjoys the new sensations. It pleasantly surprised him that you knew where his sensitive spots were. He feels you bite at one of the more sensitive cables and lets an embarrassingly loud moan out, making you attack that spot more. Satisfied, you venture further and kiss his chassis and above where his spark is, making him shiver. You look up at his face to gauge how he was feeling, and by the looks of it he was already a mess.

“You ok, Orion?” You gently ask, fingers lightly tracing the grooves and edges of his chassis. You couldn’t help but admire his half-lidded optics and flushed face. He gives you another nod, hardly able to form a sentence. You smile at him once more and give him a wink, “Open your panel, honey.”

Orion shakily lowers you to the ground in-between his thighs and shyly opens his interfacing array to reveal his very erect spike. You admire it for a while, taking in the red and blue detailing along the top. The tip was already leaking in anticipation, and you reach out a hand to drag your fingertips up the length of his spike. You can feel him throbbing at your light touch and his vents shuttering.

If Orion wasn’t worked up before, he sure was now. The feeling of your small fingers delicately grazing over his tip and teasing him was sending his processor for a spin. He watches as you withdraw your hand to strip everything of your body. His optics are positively wide as he gawks at your now completely bare natural beauty, plump breasts and oh so beautiful thighs, just like the memory. It’s taking all Orions strength and dignity to not touch you and kiss every inch of your soft skin.

You decide to give him a little show, dragging a hand down your stomach and to your sensitive mound of flesh between your legs. It’s not something that you would usually do, as it was Optimus’s job to prep you. But you did not want to put pressure on Orion yet, unsure if he knew how to eat you out. So, you do it yourself, gently inserting your fingers inside your already wet pussy. You moan softly as you touch and stretch yourself, feeling Orions gaze as you do so.

Orion is gobsmacked as he watches your fingers disappear inside you, desperately wishing that it were his own digits toying around with you. After a while though, he has had enough and reaches a servo down to pull your hand away, totally soaked in your arousal. His spark is aching with the need to breed you.

“P…Please…” Orion gasps, spike twitching. He gently tugs at your arm to guide you towards his spike, “I need…”

You smile up at him and nod, climbing up to straddle his lap with his spike in-between your thighs, “Any thing for you, my love.”

Optics watch with astonishment as you lifted yourself up to hover over his spike, he knows that you can take it, but witnessing you firsthand sinking down on his spike is astonishing to him. You’ve only sunk halfway, and Orion is already seeing stars. He throws his helm back as your tight walls squeeze down on him. It feels like nothing he has ever felt before, so soft and warm, like a thousand hot tongues caressing every inch of his spike. He gasps as he feels you bottom out, completely engulfed in your pussy.

It had been a while since you last been fucked by him due to the business of the team lately and you moan a sigh of relief, finally able to feel full again. Even though he was not Optimus in his mind, his spike felt the same and you felt the same love radiating off him for you. And you sat still there for a moment, taking in all Orions moans and pleads for him to breed you. You eventually give in and begin to move your hips in a slow pace.

“Primus��” Orion groans as jolts of pleasure shoot up from his spike to his back strut. He shakily places his servos on your thighs, squeezing them and kneading them as you begin to bounce up and down faster. You fill his servos so nicely and he never fully recognised how soft humans were until now. Your breasts also bounced lovely as you pleasure yourself on him, optics focused on the soft mounds of flesh. They were as lovely as the noises you were making. Your soft gasps and moans make his spark hum in delight.

“Orion… fuck…” You whimpered out. Orion began to meet your hips to thrust into you and it made you feel euphoric. The way he hits all your sweet spots inside you without fail as if he already knew how to fuck you is making you scream. You lean down to rest your body on his abdomen, giving him full control to completely ravish your insides with his upward thrusts.

His processor is flooded with thoughts of you filled to the brim with his transfluids and hopefully, if it is even biologically possible, you will birth his sparkling’s. This is what motivates him now, this was his purpose, to bring new life to the universe through you. He grips your hips hard and fucks you deeply with this intention, optics narrowed and focused. He can feel you gripping the seams of his abdomen to stabilise yourself, softly swearing and praising him through your moans.

“M…May I please release in you… please…” Orion stutters out, vocaliser malfunctioning as he begins to feel the charge of his overload brewing. You laugh softly, you found it endearing that even though he is Orion, he never stopped being a gentleman and always asks before he fills you.

“Yes, Orion! Fuck!” You scream as you come hard around his spike, your walls tight around him. Orion lets out a guttural moan at the feeling and continues to fuck you letting you ride out your orgasm. His continuous and desperate thrusts make your eyes roll to the back of your head and makes your thighs quiver. If he doesn’t overload soon, you were positive that you would be severely overstimulated.

Orion gives you a few stunted thrusts and pushes into you completely, he can feel the tip of his spike right on your precious cervix as an overload overcomes him. He whispers sweet nothings to you in Cybertronian in between his heavy venting as he holds your hips in place, pumping his transfluids into you. His spike throbs as he feels you clenching around him, and he whines at the wonderful feeling. His optics gaze over your body, your hair a mess, skin flushed and beaded with sweat. His spark is full of new adoration and love for you, and he gives you a soft smile.

He does not want to pull out of you, he needs to keep his fluids inside you for as long as possible to be sure that is sparkmate is bred, to ensure that none leaks out and is wasted. This is what his spark requires. This is what Orion desires.

You come down from your high and reward him with kisses to his armour plating, smiling at his shivers as you do so, “You did wonderful, Orion.”

Soft optics peer into your own and he rubs his thumbs over your hips in small circles. He could honestly cry at your praises, thankful that he had met you and allowing you to satisfy his needs. With your permission of course, he could breed you for the rest of his life.

[mychlapci]

In the aus where the matrix makes Primes Horny and give them breeding kinks and stuff, I feel like Thunderclash X Rodimus Prime is sooo peak.

Like, Thunderclash definitely has a prime kink, and Rodimus is basically going into heat cause of the matrix - and they have this huge positive feedback loop where they both just make each other mind-meltingly horny.

Even better if it’s with roddy hating Thunderclash. But Thunderclash is always THERE and ready to service his Prime at the drop of a pin. And Rodimus’ every waking thought is about how Thunderclash would give him strong babies.

Then Rodimus runs to shove his head in ice water or something cause it’s /Thunderclash/ until he says fuck it, and pops his panels on the bridge and tells Thunderclash to get to work.

oh yeah, the matrix making a giant fuss in Rodimus’ chassis every time Thunderclash is near, sending a warm fuzz through his frame that is not too unlike a heat. Thunderclash is so big and strong and attentive and Rodimus knows he could give him such strong sparklings. The matrix, the matrix thinks that, not Rodimus. Rodimus hates Thunderclash and his, probably, very potent transfluid...

I love the words “feedback look of making each other mind-meltingly horny” i love the image of Thunderclash and Rodimus both being unable to resist. Until the tensions finally run too deep and Rodimus pins Thunders down and tells him to breed him and to breed him now. Who is Thunderclash to deny his prime the seed he needs so much?

mhmm, Rodimus getting fucked by Thunderclash on the bridge, the matrix buzzing happily as his forge is filled with the best cumshot he's felt in a while. Fuck, Thunderclash really has to be perfect at everything, doesn't he...

[liminal-zone]

DEAR YULETIDE WRITER LETTER 2023

IT’S A YULETIDE LETTER. IT’S YULETIDE 2023, BAYBEEE. LET’S FUCKING GO.

2008. 2009. 2010. 2011. 2012. 2013. 2014. 2015. 2016. 2017. 2018. 2019. 

HIIII. I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU. It’s yuletide; it’s the best time of the year. I’ve been gone for a minute but I’m back, baybeee, back with the matrix fandom amongst others. So let’s fucking go! Thank you thank you and thank you.

Likes (generally): I love kisses and angst and smut and darkfic and tension and hurt/comfort and a good adventure and heroism and sacrifice. I love every flavor of sexuality. I love women in dominant roles (including but not limited to domme). I prefer fics in canon or canon divergence. I enjoy the following kinks: enemies to lovers, sex pollen/fuck or die, Stockholm syndrome, voyeurism, fingering, conditioning. Dubcon and non-con and dead dove is always welcome (pls tag it).

Dislikes (generally): Watersports, scat; omegaverse; mpreg/pregnancy/breeding; submissive female characters; domestic fluff; kid fic and curtains; mundane AUs; super sugar ending; hurt no/comfort or utter hopelessness or despair as the final beat of the story (beloved in the opening or middle of a story!)

It’s Yuletide, baybeee, so if you want to write any of these prompts fully gen: I’m so happy to read it!!

THE PROMPTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Matrix (Movies)

Trinity 

If you could please write me a character study of Trinity; dig deep into the character and show me something vulnerable and new and wonderful about her. 

My favorite things about Trinity: she is powerful, vulnerable, steadfast, competent, anxious, loyal, brave, and a twinge of cunt. She’s my favorite character ever; a touchstone, a rock, an icon. Tell me a story about Trinity. 

If the muse strikes, feel free to ship her with Neo, Ghost, Switch, Bane, or Groff!Smith. 

Very emotional that The Matrix is a YT fandom for perhaps one reprise since ffn.net fics were thrown out re: eligibility. I’m a historied Matrix fandom old; this is bittersweet to be eligible again perhaps one last time. Hi, I love you, Matrix fandom <3

The Wheel of Time (TV)

Lanfear 

If you could please write me a character study of Lanfear; dig deep into the character and show me something vulnerable and new and wonderful about her. 

My favorite things about Lanfear: she is powerful, vulnerable, terrifying, terrible, cruel, full of desire, and that she’s a complete cunt. She makes my heart flutter. Tell me a story about Lanfear. 

If the muse strikes, feel free to ship her with Lews, Rand, Moiraine, Moggy, or Ishamael. I don’t mind book spoilers!

The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022)

Galadriel | Artanis 

If you could please write me a character study of Galadriel; dig deep into the character and show me something vulnerable and new and wonderful about her. 

My favorite things about Galadriel: she is powerful, vulnerable, terrifying, terrible, kind, and sometimes a bit cunt. She’s the dom femme of my life currently. Tell me a story about Galadriel. 

If the muse strikes, feel free to ship her with Sauron, Gandalf, or Celeborn. 

IDK how TROP was eligible this year, but LFG.

Chronicles of Narnia (Movies)

Edmund Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Bless my problematic heart but I really want an Edmund/Lucy fic, like. In that way. Any canon era (I am partial to HHB). 

If that’s too rich for your blood, forgive me, and write me a non ship duet about them. I WILL LOVE ANY FIC WITH THEM CODEPENDENT. 

My favorite things about them together is that they are complementary; he is tainted and a spymaster and Jadis marked him, she is blessed and valiant and Aslan marked her. Tell me a story about Edmund and Lucy Pevensie. 

If the muse strikes, and you need alt ships: throw in Caspian for either, and I have a soft spot for Lucy/Tumnus or Lucy/any woman. Edmund/Jadis is my true love.

A bit emotional that Narnia films are a YT fandom for perhaps one reprise since ffn.net fics were thrown out re: eligibility. LFG.

Willow (TV 2022) 

Elora Danan

Jade Claymore 

Kit Tanthalos

I am desperate to see Jade evolving into Elora’s General Kael; a glorious mirror of her father as a warrior, a leader, and an absolute terror. 

Background (or foreground) Jade/Kit is wonderful, and mixing Elora in there is great if you enjoy that too! My favorite thing about Jade Claymore is that she’s surprise the new General Kael and I’m so obsessed with that concept. 

Dune (2021)

Duncan Idaho 

Paul Atreides

Bless my problematic heart but I really want an Duncan/Paul fic, like. In that way. 

My preference is for the film character dynamic transposed into a book spoiler (so if you know it - that’s my dream; I’d love to see that), and I would also love something messy in current film canon.  

If that’s too rich for your blood, forgive me, and write me a non ship duet about them. I WILL LOVE ANY FIC WITH THEM CODEPENDENT. My favorite things about them together is that Duncan is so loyal (and for what?) and Paul is so needy for that loyalty (and soon, for what?). 

If the muse strikes, and you need alt ships: I also adore me some Duncan/Leto and Paul/Chani. 

//

Xoxoxo love you forever!

[aspidities]

As is tradition, every year for Thanksgiving I write some god-awful smut parody probably containing too many references to the word ‘stuffing’ and every year, for some unknown reason, you people celebrate me for it. Even though 2020 has broken many traditions, there was no way this one was going the way of the rest of the trash fire. Happy post-genocidal holiday, everyone!

This time, on AO3, you can read the Kryptonian Breeding AU, in which Kara and Lena are the first residents of Argo’s Silver City to not partake in the use of the Creation Matrix, and some pearls are clutched as a result. Lots of breeding kink and slutty slutty language in this one. And for my dear dear patrons, as a thanks-giving of my own, I wrote out a much-wanted-but-not-winning-monthly prompt in which Lena gets tied up on the Thanksgiving table and gangbanged into the Christmas season. Features Kara/Lena, Andrea/Lena, Andrea/Kara, Sam/Alex/Kelly/Lena, Sam/Kelly, Alex/Lena and Alex/Lena/Kara/Andrea. Start the train here:

Get stuffed in whatever way you desire, my friends!