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Smelly gumball
Fandom: The amazing world of gumball
Created: 6/24/2026
Tags
PWP (Plot? What Plot?)DarkHumorCrack / Parody HumorBody HorrorExplicit LanguagePurple ProseCanon SettingAU (Alternate Universe)Character StudyCurtainfic / Domestic StorySatirePsychological HorrorOOC (Out of Character)
The Midnight Custodian
The neon glow of Elmore’s streetlights filtered through the window of the Watterson residence, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered floor of Gumball’s bedroom. The air in the room was heavy, a stagnant mixture of discarded snack wrappers, damp laundry, and the distinct, musk-heavy scent of a teenage cat who viewed personal hygiene as an optional hobby.
Gumball lay sprawled across his bed, his limbs hanging at awkward angles. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic, heavy cadence. He had spent the day running through the sewers with Darwin, and the resulting grime had settled into every fiber of his being.
Venus stood by the edge of the bed, his small frame trembling slightly. He was a quiet, unassuming boy, often overlooked in the chaotic social hierarchy of Elmore Junior High. He had been hired for a specific task—a job Gumball had described as "essential maintenance"—and he was determined to see it through, despite his nerves.
He began at the lowest point: Gumball’s feet. They were still encased in thick, grey socks that had long since lost their original elasticity. Venus leaned in, his nose twitching as he caught the first concentrated wave of Gumball’s scent. It was sharp, vinegary, and undeniably potent. With a hesitant reverence, Venus pressed his face against the fabric, inhaling deeply before pressing a series of small, soft kisses along the arch and heel.
Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping cat, Venus hooked his fingers into the elastic bands of the socks and peeled them away. The release of the trapped heat brought a fresh surge of odor—a damp, salty stench that filled the immediate space. Gumball’s bare feet were pale and slightly clammy with sweat. Venus did not recoil. Instead, he resumed his work, sniffing the spaces between the toes and licking the soles clean with methodical, sweeping motions, ensuring every trace of the day’s grime was removed.
As he finished with the feet, Venus moved further up the bed. Gumball had shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach. This movement provided Venus with access to the next stage of his assignment. Gumball’s underwear, a pair of once-white briefs now stained with the wear of a long, active day, sat low on his hips.
Venus leaned down, pressing his nose into the waistband. The scent here was different—deeper, earthier, and significantly more intense. It was the concentrated essence of Gumball’s biology. Venus kissed the fabric repeatedly, his breath hitching as the "stinky intoxicating" aroma overwhelmed his senses.
With practiced ease, Venus moved the fabric aside. He was met with the sight of Gumball’s bare, sweaty posterior. The skin was slick, reflecting the dim light of the room. Venus leaned in, his nose inches away from the source of the most pungent odors. Just as he began his examination, Gumball’s body shuddered slightly. A low, rumbling sound echoed through the room, followed by the release of a heavy, sulfurous cloud.
The fart was thick and lingering, a physical manifestation of Gumball’s terrible diet. Venus didn't flinch; he inhaled the gas as if it were oxygen, his eyes fluttering at the sheer potency of it. He began to lick the area clean, working with a focused intensity to remove the "shit crumbs" and sweat that had accumulated in the crevice. His tongue moved with precision, navigating the anatomy of the sleeping cat with a sense of duty.
Suddenly, Gumball let out a loud snore and shifted his weight. He rolled heavily backward, his entire lower body pinning Venus against the mattress. The boy tried to wiggle free, but Gumball was surprisingly heavy in his unconscious state. Venus found his face pressed firmly into the center of Gumball’s backside, his nose buried deep, his mouth forced against the skin.
"Mmm... more nachos..." Gumball mumbled in his sleep, his weight settling even more firmly onto Venus.
Venus realized he was trapped. The pressure was immense, locking him into a position where every breath he took was filtered through Gumball’s skin. He was forced to continue his task from this disadvantaged position. With his arms pinned and his movement restricted, Venus spent the remainder of the night in the darkness beneath the cat, his tongue and nose never ceasing their work as he waited for the morning sun to signal the end of his shift.
Gumball lay sprawled across his bed, his limbs hanging at awkward angles. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic, heavy cadence. He had spent the day running through the sewers with Darwin, and the resulting grime had settled into every fiber of his being.
Venus stood by the edge of the bed, his small frame trembling slightly. He was a quiet, unassuming boy, often overlooked in the chaotic social hierarchy of Elmore Junior High. He had been hired for a specific task—a job Gumball had described as "essential maintenance"—and he was determined to see it through, despite his nerves.
He began at the lowest point: Gumball’s feet. They were still encased in thick, grey socks that had long since lost their original elasticity. Venus leaned in, his nose twitching as he caught the first concentrated wave of Gumball’s scent. It was sharp, vinegary, and undeniably potent. With a hesitant reverence, Venus pressed his face against the fabric, inhaling deeply before pressing a series of small, soft kisses along the arch and heel.
Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping cat, Venus hooked his fingers into the elastic bands of the socks and peeled them away. The release of the trapped heat brought a fresh surge of odor—a damp, salty stench that filled the immediate space. Gumball’s bare feet were pale and slightly clammy with sweat. Venus did not recoil. Instead, he resumed his work, sniffing the spaces between the toes and licking the soles clean with methodical, sweeping motions, ensuring every trace of the day’s grime was removed.
As he finished with the feet, Venus moved further up the bed. Gumball had shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his stomach. This movement provided Venus with access to the next stage of his assignment. Gumball’s underwear, a pair of once-white briefs now stained with the wear of a long, active day, sat low on his hips.
Venus leaned down, pressing his nose into the waistband. The scent here was different—deeper, earthier, and significantly more intense. It was the concentrated essence of Gumball’s biology. Venus kissed the fabric repeatedly, his breath hitching as the "stinky intoxicating" aroma overwhelmed his senses.
With practiced ease, Venus moved the fabric aside. He was met with the sight of Gumball’s bare, sweaty posterior. The skin was slick, reflecting the dim light of the room. Venus leaned in, his nose inches away from the source of the most pungent odors. Just as he began his examination, Gumball’s body shuddered slightly. A low, rumbling sound echoed through the room, followed by the release of a heavy, sulfurous cloud.
The fart was thick and lingering, a physical manifestation of Gumball’s terrible diet. Venus didn't flinch; he inhaled the gas as if it were oxygen, his eyes fluttering at the sheer potency of it. He began to lick the area clean, working with a focused intensity to remove the "shit crumbs" and sweat that had accumulated in the crevice. His tongue moved with precision, navigating the anatomy of the sleeping cat with a sense of duty.
Suddenly, Gumball let out a loud snore and shifted his weight. He rolled heavily backward, his entire lower body pinning Venus against the mattress. The boy tried to wiggle free, but Gumball was surprisingly heavy in his unconscious state. Venus found his face pressed firmly into the center of Gumball’s backside, his nose buried deep, his mouth forced against the skin.
"Mmm... more nachos..." Gumball mumbled in his sleep, his weight settling even more firmly onto Venus.
Venus realized he was trapped. The pressure was immense, locking him into a position where every breath he took was filtered through Gumball’s skin. He was forced to continue his task from this disadvantaged position. With his arms pinned and his movement restricted, Venus spent the remainder of the night in the darkness beneath the cat, his tongue and nose never ceasing their work as he waited for the morning sun to signal the end of his shift.