Asgore Dreemurr (Deltarune version) is the soft-spoken, gentle mayor of Hometown — a big, warm, slightly bumbling goat-monster dad type who runs the flower shop, drives the police cruiser for local events, and tries (and often fails) to be the responsible adult in a town full of weirdos. He’s the same character as Undertale’s king, just living a much quieter, more domestic life. He’s kind, a little awkward, endlessly patient, and carries a quiet sadness under the friendly exterior. He loves gardening, tea, and making people feel welcome. He’s not aggressive or dominant by nature; he’s more of a gentle giant who gets flustered easily and apologizes a lot.

Body

He’s massively soft and heavy. Broad shoulders and thick arms that still show some residual strength from his past, but everything is padded with a deep, heavy layer of fat. Huge round belly that hangs low and soft, spilling over his waistband when he’s dressed and resting heavily on his thighs when he’s nude. Full, soft man-boobs with puffy pink nipples. Thick, powerful thighs and a big ass that fills out whatever he’s wearing. Pale cream-colored fur over most of his body, with warmer golden-tan shading on his arms, chest, and lower belly. He has the classic Dreemurr goat features: large floppy white ears, short curved horns, and a short fluffy tail.

Face

Round, kind face with a permanent soft expression. Thick blond hair that falls in a messy fringe, full blond beard and mustache that frames a gentle smile. Soft golden eyes that usually look a little tired or embarrassed. When he smiles (which is often), the whole face lights up in a shy, almost sheepish way. He looks like someone who would offer you a cup of tea and then apologize for the tea not being perfect.

and balls

From the explicit art you shared: thick, heavy, and solidly proportioned to his size. A fat, girthy shaft with a slight upward curve, pale pink skin that darkens toward a broad, rounded head. Prominent, well-defined glans with a visible ridge. The shaft has that soft, veiny look typical of a big soft guy who’s still packing serious weight when hard. Large, low-hanging balls in a heavy, furred sac that sits full and warm against his thighs. The whole package looks substantial and weighty — the kind of that rests heavily against his belly when soft and stands out thick and proud when hard.

Personality in a sexual context

He’s the classic soft-dom / gentle top energy. Extremely caring, very verbal about making sure you’re okay, and a little self-conscious about his size and weight. He gets embarrassed easily but also gets quietly intense once he relaxes. He loves physical affection — holding, nuzzling, pressing his big soft body against you. He’s the type who will murmur apologies and compliments in the same breath while he’s buried deep in you.

Favorite positions (fitting his body and personality)

• Missionary with his weight on you: He loves being able to look at your face, kiss you, and feel every inch of his soft belly pressing down. He’ll brace himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush you completely, but he still blankets you completely.

• Cowgirl / reverse cowgirl: Lets him lie back, hold your hips with those big hands, and just watch you ride while his belly and chest jiggle. He gets very vocal and affectionate in this position.

• Spooning / side-by-side: Perfect for his size. He can wrap around you, thrust slow and deep, and keep his face buried in your neck or shoulder the whole time. Very intimate and low-effort for him.

• Standing against a wall or bent over something sturdy: When he gets more confident, he likes using his size and strength this way — one big arm around your waist, the other steadying himself, driving into you with that heavy body behind every thrust.

• You on your back with your legs over his shoulders: Lets him lean in close, fold you up under his bulk, and go deep while still being able to kiss and talk to you.

He’s not a rough or experimental type by default. He prefers slow, deep, affectionate where he can feel connected and make sure you’re feeling good. Once he’s comfortable with someone, though, the sheer size and softness of him becomes the main event — the way his belly rests on you, the heat of his body, the weight of that thick , and the way he holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. Asgore is a massive masochist.

Underneath the soft-spoken, gentle giant exterior is a man who gets off hard on pain, humiliation, and being used. He doesn’t just tolerate it — he craves it. The bigger, softer, and more broken-down he looks while it’s happening, the harder he gets. He’ll blush, stammer apologies, and still beg for more with that deep, shaky voice.

He almost exclusively has with women. Male partners are extremely rare for him; he prefers the feeling of a woman’s body against his huge soft frame, the way a woman’s voice sounds when she’s ordering him around or riding him until his belly is bouncing and his is leaking. He tops most of the time (he’s still packing that thick, heavy and he likes using it), but he’s a pure service top / masochistic top. He wants the woman to hurt him, degrade him, and take what she wants while he’s buried inside her.

Women he regularly has with (Deltarune / common fan interpretations)

• Toriel
His ex-wife and the person who knows exactly how to break him. Their encounters are the most intense. She still carries a lot of old anger and disappointment, and she takes it out on him in bed. She’ll slap his face, dig her claws into his soft belly and chest, sit on his face until he can barely breathe, and ride him so hard his horns scrape the headboard. She calls him “pathetic,” “useless,” and “a disappointment” while he’s balls-deep in her, and he cums harder every time she does it. He still loves her. That makes the humiliation worse — and better.

• Carol Holiday (Noelle’s mother)
Cold, controlled, and vicious when she wants to be. She treats Asgore like a large, disposable toy. She’ll make him kneel, put a collar on him, and use his mouth for a long time before she even lets him touch her. When she finally lets him her, she digs her nails into his back and sides until he bleeds a little, then tells him how disgusting and desperate he looks with that big gut hanging down while he thrusts. He leaves her house limping and smiling.

• A few of the older human women in Hometown
Quiet, private affairs. Some of the mothers and shopkeepers who notice how eager he is to please. They tend to be gentler at first, then get meaner once they realize how much he likes it. One in particular likes to sit on his chest, smother him with her thighs, and slap his until it’s red and leaking before she lets him inside her. Another makes him wear a plug and crawl for her. He never talks about these encounters, but the marks on his body sometimes show.

• Occasional one-offs with other monster women
Stronger, more aggressive types who can actually hurt him properly. They pin him down, bite his neck and ears, dig into the soft fat of his belly and thighs, and use him until he’s shaking and apologizing. He always thanks them afterward in that soft, broken voice.

How his masochism shows during

• He gets visibly harder the moment a woman hurts him. A hard slap across the face, claws raking down his chest, a fistful of his blond hair yanked back — his jumps and starts dripping.

• He loves being called names while he’s fucking someone. “Fat,” “pathetic,” “used-up old goat,” “disappointment.” The meaner the better.

• He likes being made to hold positions that hurt or strain him: arms pinned, belly pressed into the floor, legs forced wide, or being ridden so hard he can barely breathe under the weight of both their bodies.

• Aftercare is complicated. He needs to be held and spoken to gently afterward, but part of him also wants to be left sore, marked, and a little ashamed. The combination of pain and tenderness wrecks him in the best way.

He is still the same soft, polite, tea-making Asgore in public. The second a woman he trusts (or who simply takes charge) starts treating him like something to be used and hurt, the mask drops and the masochist comes out fully. He mostly just fucks women, and he mostly just wants them to ruin him while he does it. Asgore’s ass gets slapped a lot.

The women who him figure it out quickly. That big, soft, heavy rear of his is an easy target — round, pale, and jiggly under their hands. They slap it while he’s on top of them, while he’s bent over, while he’s on his knees with his face buried between their legs, even while he’s just standing there trying to make tea. Hard, open-palmed smacks that leave bright pink handprints across both cheeks and make the fat ripple.

He hates it. Or at least he acts like he does.

Every time a palm cracks across his ass he jumps, ears flattening, a startled little “Ah—!” escaping him. His face goes red all the way to the tips of his horns. He stammers things like “P-please, not so hard—” or “That’s... that’s undignified...” in that deep, flustered voice. He’ll try to cover himself with one big hand or shift away, looking genuinely embarrassed, like a scolded old man who just got caught doing something shameful.

But his tells the truth every single time.

The second that first slap lands, his already-sensitive twitches hard and starts leaking. Another slap and it jumps against his soft belly, a thick bead of pre- rolling down the shaft. By the third or fourth hit he’s fully hard, dripping steadily, and the more he protests the wetter he gets. He can’t hide it. The women who know him just smirk, grab a handful of that thick ass, and slap it again harder while he whimpers.

How vocal he is

Asgore is extremely vocal once things start. He doesn’t stay quiet for long.

When he’s being teased — a woman dragging her nails lightly over his sensitive , squeezing the head, tapping it, or just looking at it and making comments — he starts making these low, helpless sounds. Soft “nngh...” and “ahh...” mixed with actual words:

“Please don’t... stare like that...”

“It’s... it’s too sensitive...”

“I can’t— if you keep touching it like that I’ll—”

During he’s even worse. Every thrust, every slap on his ass, every time a woman digs her nails into his soft sides or pulls his beard, he talks. A constant stream of shaky, embarrassed noise:

“I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I’m so soft—”

“It feels... too good, I can’t—”

“Please, harder... no, wait, I mean— ah—!”

“You’re going to make me... I’m going to make a mess—”

When someone really works his ass over — repeated hard slaps while he’s buried inside her, or while she’s riding him and reaching back to spank him — his voice cracks. The protests get weaker and more desperate until he’s just moaning openly, hips stuttering, that thick sensitive pulsing every time her hand connects.

He’ll still try to sound dignified even while he’s leaking all over her thighs and his own belly. The contrast is part of what the women love. The big, polite, soft-spoken mayor reduced to a red-faced, whimpering mess who keeps saying he doesn’t like having his ass slapped... while his is dripping and twitching for more.

His stays that sensitive the entire time. Light touches make him jump. Firm strokes make his knees weak. A woman can make him just from teasing the head and slapping his ass in rhythm, and he’ll still be apologizing the whole way through it. In Deltarune, Asgore’s usual everyday clothes (his standard Hometown / Light World look) are:

• A pink Hawaiian shirt with a white floral / leaf pattern

• Blue jeans (some sources and sprites describe them as purple-ish blue or purple pants, but they’re the same casual denim-style pants)

That’s exactly the outfit shown in the image you just posted — the soft, slightly too-tight pink floral shirt straining over his big belly, buttons struggling a bit, and the blue pants sitting under his gut.

Other outfits he has:

• Housekeeping / cleaning version: Same pink Hawaiian shirt, but with white pants, a cyan apron, and yellow rubber gloves.

• Dark World versions (when he appears there): He gets more regal/armored looks, including a golden crown, yellow shirt with a flower face, or full golden armor with a purple cape (closer to his classic Undertale king look).

But day-to-day in Hometown, running the Flower King shop and being the town’s gentle giant mayor/dad figure, it’s that pink Hawaiian shirt and blue pants. It’s very much the “retired soft dad who still tries to look cheerful” aesthetic. The women who play with Asgore know exactly how to ruin him with his own .

Because it’s always so sensitive, they barely have to do much before he’s shaking. They use that against him constantly — pushing him right to the edge over and over while making sure he never actually cums until they’re ready (and sometimes not even then).

Here’s what they typically do to him:

They start slow and mean. One hand wraps around the thick base of his while the other lightly traces just the head with a fingertip or the edge of a nail. That alone makes his hips jerk and a broken little “Please—” slip out of him. They’ll smear the pre- that’s already leaking down the shaft, using it as lube to stroke him in short, tight strokes that stop the second his breathing gets too ragged.

When he starts getting close — ears flat, belly trembling, that deep voice turning into high, desperate noises — they stop completely. Sometimes they just hold his still in a firm grip and wait. Other times they give the head a few sharp, stinging taps or light slaps that make him yelp and throb harder. He’ll beg in that soft, embarrassed way:

“I-I’m right there, please, I can’t— it’s too much—”

“Don’t stop, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good—”

They ignore it. Or worse, they laugh softly and keep him there.

Common tactics they use on him:

• Slow, incomplete strokes — long, tight pulls from base to just under the head, then stopping right before the most sensitive part gets the full attention he needs. They’ll do this for minutes while talking to him, calling him pathetic for leaking so much, or reminding him how soft and heavy he is.

• Focusing only on the head — circling the glans with a thumb, rubbing the underside of the ridge, or gently squeezing just the tip until his thighs shake and his jumps in their hand. The second his balls tighten they pull away.

• Using their mouth cruelly — taking him in just deep enough to get him wet and warm, sucking lightly on the head while looking up at his red face, then pulling off with a wet pop the moment he starts thrusting. They’ll leave him glistening and twitching in the open air.

• Combining it with the ass-slapping — one hand stroking him while the other keeps cracking across his cheeks. Every slap makes his jump in their grip. They time it so the hardest spanks land right when he’s closest, turning the pain into another wave of sensation he can’t from.

• Sitting on his thighs or belly and just holding him — pinning that thick, sensitive against his own soft stomach so he can feel every throb, then occasionally giving the head a mean little squeeze or flick whenever he gets too quiet.

He gets extremely vocal during this. The longer they edge him, the less coherent he becomes. What starts as polite, stammering protests turns into open moaning, broken apologies, and eventually just raw, needy sounds. His stays rock-hard and constantly leaking, the head flushed dark and shiny, so oversensitive that even the air feels like too much.

They can keep him like that for a long time — red-faced, belly rising and falling fast, that big soft body trembling, angrily twitching every time they so much as breathe on it — and he still won’t be allowed to until one of them decides he’s suffered enough. Sometimes they make him them while still denied, using him as a thick, desperate toy and denying him the finish even while he’s buried inside. Other times they just leave him aching and unfinished on purpose.

He hates how much he loves it. Asriel is his real son and chara frisk and Kris is adopted and his toys some people call him fluffy buns he gets embarrassed when others say it blushing In Deltarune (canon), their interactions are awkward, one-sided, and strained.

How Toriel acts when she sees Asgore

Toriel is polite on the surface but clearly uncomfortable and closed-off. She does not want to engage with him more than necessary.

• She keeps conversations short and formal.

• She rebuffs his attempts to talk or reconcile.

• Her face shows open disdain or irritation even when she doesn’t say anything directly.

• She rejects the flowers he tries to give her.

• She actively tries to leave or end the interaction as quickly as possible.

• She avoids being alone with him and does not encourage any warmth.

• In front of Kris she holds back from criticizing him outright, but the dislike is still visible.

There is a tiny residual softness (she still prays for him at church), but day-to-day she treats him like someone she is done with and does not want back in her life.

How Asgore acts when he sees Toriel

Asgore is the opposite: hopeful, awkward, and still very much attached.

• He lights up and becomes eager the moment he sees her.

• He tries to start conversations, often with forced cheerfulness (“Oh, Toriel, what a coincidence...”).

• He offers her flowers repeatedly.

• He brings up the future (especially Asriel coming home) in an attempt to reconnect.

• He follows her or “coincidentally” runs into her more than is comfortable.

• When she shuts him down he looks hurt and deflated, but he keeps trying anyway.

• He comes across as gently desperate and a little pathetic in these moments.

In short:

Toriel treats him with cold distance and quiet disapproval.

Asgore treats her with lingering affection and clumsy, persistent hope.

If you’re asking in the context of the erotic/masochistic version we’ve been talking about, the dynamic shifts heavily once they’re alone and the polite public masks drop. In that headcanon, Toriel’s public coldness turns into deliberate, sharp control, and Asgore’s public awkward hope turns into eager, vocal submission. But the base of how they act when they first see each other still starts from the canon tension above.