Toram_Toram

Toram | She/Her | 26yrs I’m such an fanart enthusiast, that sometimes I even make some myself!!

[toramtoram]

💙 I'm Toram! An animation student from Brazil.

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💙I'm slowly posting my art here with the #toramtoram

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[incredubious]

my one piece tomodachis btw If Anyone gives a Fuck

[toramtoram]

Here's a small compilation of Robert moaning and groaning :)

These are all the scenes that I was able to find and curate, in case you have any more let me know and I'll do another compilation!

Feel free to use these audio sequences in your edits, animations and etc! Just don't forget to tag me BECAUSE I WANT TO SEE IT

[jaydotpeg]

One au I love is amputee robert because angst✨️

But also chase not knowing and robert not mentioning it just one day goes

Robert: "Damn legs bugging me again"

Chase: "Ha welcome to the clu-"

*Pops the prosthetic off

Chase:

[toramtoram]

Dispatch AU where everything is the same but the MechaMan Blue suit has chihuahua features that resembles Beef

[emmasmoke8]

If I could have two characters from Dispatch start a podcast together, I would choose Sonar and Flambae. I think that would be the funniest option other than Phenomaman with literally anyone

[l0sxrs4x11]

since @/enigmasalad made a post about herm being pretty i wanted to also give some appreciation for robert's features :3

as opposed to herm who is more androgynous, robert has this soft kind of masculinity to him in both appearance and personality which i REALLY love. he has a small, angular face but a strong jawline. thick, downturned eyebrows contrasted by pretty brown doe/puppy eyes. the contrast in his appearance makes him so much fun to watch because he's also such an expressive character!!

he has a look that's sorta.....balanced but not in a boring way? like he's sort of an average looking guy but he has both an extra softness and an extra edge to him. it's hard to explain but like he's super attractive to me and i find it very interesting how his appearance is so simple yet contains so many multitudes at the same time.

(also wanna give some appreciation for his lil freckles and stubble HHNNGNGHH ITS SO CUTE)

in conclusion, i'm so jealous of both him AND herm at the same time theyre both so lucky to have each other. i could go on for hours about how pretty they both are theyre such a power couple!!!!

[astral-veil]

[astral-veil]

i had a rough week,

So i made some indulging silly sketches.....

[toramtoram]

Okay Jarvis set me a reminder to make a MechaBlazer edit with this song

[waterbrand101]

Mechaman repeatedly being referred to by others as "A real Hero". Blazer calling herself "another corporate Hero for hire" and meanwhile saying Mechaman is "the real deal, the real famous one." The way the public adores Mechaman enough to hold vigils for him during his coma.

But also Robert himself referring to Mechaman as Infamous (famous for negative reasons) not famous. The way the reports easily laugh everytime he gives someone attitude during the interview. And the only way to get a positive reaction from the public after being insulted by the one reporter is to attack him. How during the news report that gave us the run down on the mechman legacy we see Prime on a parade float smiling and waving at fans, Astral standing proudly with the rest of the brave brigade, meanwhile Blues has him standing in front of a dark background with only the mech behind him while he's frowning and looking away from the camera.

Obviously Mechman is adored by civilians and heros alike but I'm curious what Mechaman Blues career has been like.

[siyelius]

this was literally just an excuse to draw wb as that one jeremy image im gonna be so fr

[eokibamorimori]

[liololli]

fm anon-

i love love love Robert with erectile dysfunction. im such a pervert i love it when dicks dont work right. every time you give us ED robert an angel gets its wings

like imagine poor Robert, who had already come to terms that most people wouldn’t enjoy sex with a partner with a limp dick. then the sudden whiplash of reader being so obsessed with Robert’s never-fully-hard cock that they seem insatiable. they always want him in their mouth cus its easier to suck off, always want to be stroking him and always wanting it inside them.

It's like praising mixed with helping someone get out of a toxic masculinity mindset.

Like he can still feel it and get pleasure from it, but he thinks it's selfish because only he could get pleasure from his dick because he wouldn't be able to use it on you. Plus there's the toxic masculinity of the world telling him that he's no longer a man without some pill. I like to think he gets negative reactions to the pill too, so he can't even take it, so he feels like he's just a broken man.

So you have to give him a lot of reassurance. It's like building up a whole new sexuality and mindset for Robert, which I think is hot as hell.

I think after he's no longer insecure about it, he would love just letting you cock warm him in your mouth. He's not worried about you gagging on anything, you're nice and warm, plus you actually enjoy it too. It's hard (pun not intended) for him to not lay there with a content smile on his face.

[n3ptoonz]

,Kɪss ɪᴛ Bᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ’

Pairing: Robert Robertson III/Heroine!reader

Fandom: Dispatch

Summary: You saved him from Shroud and take care of him after

Warnings: Smut; Explicit, reader is Shroud's daughter, reader is kinda supposed to be in place of Mandy here, reader kicks ass!!! Reader's hero name is Valkyrie, jerking him off while he's hurt (I love this trope okay guys), Robert is a masochist, reader is lowkey a sadist, edging (only once), eye contact!!! not much plot, barely proofread

Word count: 1.8k+

Robert could barely feel his body anymore. Getting punched, kicked, and cut up while strung upside down was the last thing he expected to happen tonight but... honestly it's not the worst thing he's been through.

The real punch to the gut was finding out Courtney took that Pulse and didn't give it to Robert nor Shroud.

You were gathering your things from your locker when you got word about commotion down at The Sardine. Being one of the only actual strong heroes still lingering around at the precinct, it was only natural you took up this mission off the record.

The front door flew past Shroud--who had anticipated it about to hit him--letting the bouncer's body drop where the door used to be. You walked in like you were on top of the world.

"Ahh...Valkyrie. I fired the bartender, but I can still get you something to drink."

You grimaced. "No thanks," with a glare at Sonar. He immediately averted your gaze.

"Then to what do I owe the pleasure?" Shroud mused--that grating robotic voice. Your eyes landed on him again.

"I'm here for him," you gestured to Robert. "In five minutes this bar will be surrounded by SDN agents, heroes, and whoever else you and your Ring have pissed off recently which, happens to be every gang in LA."

"Pfft- Bullshit." Sonar interrupted. Shroud quickly turned and pistol whipped him.

"Do not disrespect one of the last true heroes." he firmly stated before turning back to face you. "Look at how far you've come," he continued, "the strongest woman in the country...my very own daughter. I know I lost the chance to tell you a long, long time ago, but... I'm actually very proud of the hero you've become. You could've had it all by joining me but... you were always too good. Like your mother."

"Enough," your fists balled up as you glared directly at him, "I didn't come here for some half-assed reunion. Now," you looked around again. "I know when I'm outnumbered. That I would eventually fall. So, either you and your minions can leave, or...I'm taking half of you with me. The choice is yours."

Shroud didn't miss how your glowing eyes glanced longingly at Robert while awaiting his response. But before he could tell you they'll leave, your instincts told you to dodge right as a half full beer bottle came hurling towards your head. Shroud himself was surprised by this.

"Who-"

Like slow motion, all he saw was a flash of your suit and a raised fist aiming at the goon who threw it at you. And that's when it turned into a one-woman army.

Even as he was losing some consciousness, Robert watched you in awe. You were usually so civil and kind, violence being the last resort since you had a reputation to uphold as head of SDN. But the haymakers you were landing were out of this world. Knees to faces, roundhouse kicks, and you were eating their attacks to the face like it was nothing. You were swift and agile in every sense of the word. Even having enough time to cut him loose and lay him down on the ground without him bumping his head.

Eventually, the rest retreated the bar on Shroud's direct order. The last thing you saw, out of breath and wiping blood off your nose was Sonar looking back at you before being the last to leave. You sighed heavily and rolled your shoulders as you quickly made your way back to Robert, undoing the rest of the rope and checking to make sure he was still awake.

"Hey," you spoke much more gentle now, "you okay?"

He blinked a few times to get clear vision and get a good look at you. All worried and concerned for him. It made the aching in his chest feel a little better as it was replaced with adoration. Albeit with a few cuts on your face and a small nosebleed, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"Perfect," he muttered half-tired with a splash of sarcasm. "There aren't any agents coming, are there?"

"Was it that obvious?" You joke with a huff through your nose. "...I'm...sorry I didn't tell you."

"That Shroud's daughter is actually the coolest fuckin' hero of all time?"

"Robert," you lightly scold him, "I'm being serious."

"So am I."

You couldn't help but smile as you shifted to lift his weight. "Let's get you outta here. My place isn't close but we can still see the city on the way."

After about twenty minutes, you arrive at your apartment and let him rest on the couch.

"Ya know," he calls out while you're in the kitchen making tea, "in all my years as Mecha Man, I genuinely don't think I've ever seen someone suplex two men before."

"Yeah, I, might've uh...got a little carried away," you called back and came back to the living room with a mug and a hot rag to clean up some of his wounds, "I don't take too kindly to things being thrown at me unprovoked. If I knew he was going to leave anyway, I would've let them go."

"I know," he said. Shroud was technically right, you were "too good," but that's what Robert loved about you. The hardships of heroism never corrupted you. "You really took them apart. Like, really got into em."

You chuckled softly and set the mug down on a coaster, turning your attention to him with the rag in hand and gently cleaning up the bruises and cuts that leaked on the way here. The same hands that were punching down on a bunch of ruthless goons were tending to his skin like he was made of papier-mâché. He looked at you like you were a real life angel.

"So," you began. "It really doesn't bother you that...uh..."

"You're Shroud's daughter?"

"And that I kept it from you all this time," you added with a shallow sigh to try and get rid of your nerves. "Yeah."

His expression only changed a fraction. It was all in his eyes.

"Shroud murdered my father. I'm dating the strongest, most powerful, most beautiful woman alive. Who just so happens to share blood with that asshole. At the end of the day, I won. It's just that simple."

The heat that crept its way up your neck was disregarded when you cleared your throat and put your focus back onto checking his wounds.

"And, uh, It might be inappropriate to bring this up right now while you're making sure I don't bleed out in your apartment," he continued. "But you look...so hot in that suit."

You nearly choked on your breath. "Robert."

"I'm sorry I just had to say it. Even if I was upside down, watching you pound some sense into those guys in my honor got me going a little, I can't lie to you."

"You're ridiculous."

He winced when you pressed the cloth to a spot on his abs, teeth clenched as he exhaled shakily.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," he said with a soft groan. It was pained, yes, but if you weren't crazy...

"Keep going."

Your brow raised. Brushing the cloth over a bigger cut on his chest. He winced again, this time was a little less dramatic.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No."

You slowly glance down.

"Robert."

"...yeah?"

"Are you hard right now?"

Robert didn't even have the decency even try to look embarrassed. Instead, he let out a dry, huffed laugh that turned into a wince as his bruised ribs protested the movement.

"...you look so good when you're mad."

"Robert!"

"That combined with the pain and your delicate touches and voice just-" he exasperated and ran his hand over his face, but you could hear him trying not to smile. "I really didn't wanna make this so perverted."

He felt the weight of your couch shift as you leaned a little closer. Hearing a light thump that was assumed to be the cloth being discarded on the table. Oh, how cruel.

"You want me to take care of it?"

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes-

"...that's...up to you."

"Look at me."

Ughhh. That tone you use when you need him to listen. He could have that on a 24 hour loop and never get tired.

Those beautiful brown eyes meet yours again.

"I want you to take care of it," he said quietly. "Please."

You didn't look away. Hand slipping beneath his pants and palming his boner through his boxers. He shuddered as he struggled to keep his eyes on you. Because he knew whenever you kept your eyes on his, you were telling him not to look away without actually telling him.

Almost like it was a dare.

You pulled it out and only looked away to spit on the tip and watch it roll down. He cursed under his breath then you started stroking.

His head fell back against the cushions.

"Robert."

"I can't look at you," he said with a sharp inhale.

"Yes you can."

"If you want me to last longer, no, I can't."

You sigh as you feel him buck up a little.

"Fine."

You angled yourself better so you could kiss his neck. Then the patch on his shoulder. Then his chest. He looked down slightly to watch you deliberately placing soft kisses wherever he was hurt. Which covered 70% of his upper body.

"Fuck, babe," he hissed. Hands limp. Upper body tingling. "That's not fair."

You hummed in response. Pressing a bit of a harder kiss on a spot below his pecks. He jolted and bucked simultaneously with a breathless pained laugh.

His abs flexed and relaxed in an erratic rhythm. Which only meant one thing.

"I'm gonna...ah-"

"No you're not."

You let go. He cried out with a frustrated grunt and looked at you like you just tried to kill him. That's what it felt like!

"Why?"

"You can't cum unless you look at me."

"Do you understand that I will do so in 30 seconds flat if I do as much as think about you?"

"Who says that's not what I want?"

He was going to respond but you were quick to start jerking him off again. He kept eye contact but it felt like he was set on fire.

"You are so, so mean to me."

"I've been nothing but so kind to you since the day we met."

"And you've been waiting for the right moment to be evil...I respect it. Shit-"

You grabbed his jaw so he couldn't look away. You pumped him more and more, listening to the sounds coming from him get weaker, raspier. The sound of you beating him off was obscenely loud. Those pretty browns of his always made you feel fuzzy inside.

You coaxed him through his awaited release, slowing down but not coming to a halt immediately. Anything to take his mind off tonight and those injuries.

"God, I fuckin' love you," he gritted and leaned forward to give you a peck on the lips. "I should get beat up by my mortal enemies more often."

[masonxashxx]

"Was that a satisfying experience?"

NSFW concept sketch under the cut.

[krisyona1994]

Falling back into this fandom again. Was reading a WaterMech fic and had to draw this scene.

It's called, "Wet and Nervous" - (Tagged the fic to the title there). Time-lapse is on my tiktok, too.