#gintoki

Without beating around the bush, the movie is a MUST watch for all Gintama fans. As it was shown in the trailers, this movie was not a simple retelling of the original episodes of the TV series with improved animation quality, there were additional subplot and characters added into the movie that made this familiar yet also a brand new experience. Not only you could watch it on big screen with updated high quality animation, but you'd also amazed by the new contents included into the story.

There's no need to doubt the quality of the animation. Perhaps it wasn't on the same level as Ufotable's Kimetsu no Yaiba animation, but it was still eye-catching and excellent. The most definite improvement, was of course, the action sequences, which was the most evident in the battle between the Yato-awakened Kagura vs Abuto. They really put a lot of efforts into the choreography.

In terms of pacing, in my opinion, the movie properly explored the overall main plot from beginning to the end. While Gintoki and his Odd-Job crew were the main characters of Gintama, the story of this movie centered on the characters introduced in this arc, specifically Seita, Hinowa, and Hosen, the major characters whose story revolved around.

Of course, there's also Tsukuyo, Kamui and Abuto, but in terms of story, theirs were still secondary to Seita, Hinowa, and Hosen, who moved the plot as they were the reasons the majority of the characters got into conflict. If you're a fan of the Gintama-esque drama, then the story between Seita, Hinowa, and Hosen would touched your heart strings, and possibly brought you to tears.

The additional subplots with Katsura and Shinsengumi might've felt forced, used as an excuse to include them into the movie as part of fanservice. However, the subplots were not much of a problem because they were still entertaining to watch thanks to the typical Gintama-esque gold comedy.

I can say with confidence that the moments with Katsura and Kondo were the funniest ones for everyone in the theater. You could tell by how loud and frequent everyone was laughing when watching the moments between those two. LOL

For Gintama fans who already followed the manga and anime TV series, there's no need for concern because we already had prior knowledge for the main characters, we have no need for introduction of them. For newcomers who has zero knowledge about the series, however, it'd be confusing because they'd most likely going to have a hard time to get to know about the main characters.

As for characters like Tsukuyo, Seita, and the antagonists, since they're characters who first got introduced in Yoshiwara in Flames arc, in this movie, so newcomers will have it easier to get to know them as their characters were wonderfully fleshed out.

I recommend watching until the end of credits, there's a post-credit scene that would make you regret not staying until it was over if you leave early. If you're a Gintama fan seeking a great fanservice, then watching until the very end of post-credit scene is absolute.

And now, as how I feel about my experience watching the movie. When I arrived at the theater, I was delighted to find there were several people who cosplayed as Gintama characters, mainly Gintoki, Kagura, and Kamui. There were also Elizabeth, Katsura, and Hijikata, but none of them were as many as the three characters I mentioned before.

And there were even a group of Gintama fans who agreed to watch together, bringing along their merchandises and decorated their desks at the cafe to take photos and exchange gifts while waiting for the movie to start.

I rarely could see Gintama fans gathering together like this, so I was so happy, and asked a few cosplayers for a photo together. The experience watching in theater along with other Gintama fans was truly a fascinating experience.

You didn't have many options, so you have no other choice but to go with one of the easiest ones. Your hand knocks at the door, and silence fills the air.

You can hear the soft lulling of a television inside playing the 5 o’clock news, but that's it. You shuffle on your feet awkwardly as the minutes pass by without any response.

Scanning the area, you couldn't see a closed sign anywhere, and you could hear that there’s at least something happening inside. With a reluctant sigh, you slide the door open and step inside.

Your eyes land on a man sprawled out on the couch… fast asleep.

He's.. pretty. Angel like, but that almost seems to be pushing it. You've never seen hair like his look so natural like that in your life. Where'd he get his wig from?

Your force your eyes to look around the house, and not at the man. The house has to be lived in with the way its looking. Old potato chip bags and crumbs are discarded in a random corner and you can see pet hair flying in the air. You sniffle, allergy season being one of your biggest enemies.

"Hey, wake up," you say, deciding to just  bite the bullet and nudge the man. The beauty of his placid face framed with white curls is thrown out the window when he scrunches it up and he swats your hand away.

It’s a moment before he seems to recognize your voice of being someone he doesn’t know and he finally stirs awake, flashing you a hard glare.

"Have you ever thought of knocking?"

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting out there for 10 minutes.” Comes your meek response and he scoffs.

“That could probably just signify I was busy,” he huffs, rubbing the sleep out his eyes.

One of your eyebrows arches with confusion, “Busy doing what exactly? Counting sheep?”

He grunts, and slowly the man regains his composure, stretching his arms above his head.

“Every man needs their beauty sleep just as much as you do.” He says when he pushes himself upright, dwarfing you in size.

Somehow, as if orchestrated by angels, the evening sun streams through his windows, casting a warm glow on his skin and turning his eyes a vivid, strawberry red. Something deep inside of you reacts.

He swats the sun away like you would a fly and grumbles like a grouch. You notice the frown he’s giving is directed to you, waiting expectantly. 

“I need my roof fixed.” you blurt without even thinking, and the sexy sexy man's eyes widen a fraction. You catch the quick flash of hesitation in his posture, but it's gone as soon as it comes.

‘Gintoki specializes in odd jobs, not carpentry’, an ominous voice whispered and, whether you knew it or not, warned you, but the temptation clouding your head forced those thoughts aside.

It’s a long moment of silence under his gaze. Deep, charming maroon eyes rake your figure over as he analyzes you, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. He licks his lips. You blame it on the dryness in the room. When was the last time they replaced the air filters in here?

“When?” he asks, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“Now.”

–

 The walk to your house is brief, besides the bustling streets around you. Gintoki chooses to stick behind you. Your shoulders, his shoulders more so, bump into yours, nearly knocking you over a couple of times. The hint of his own musk wafted in the air from the closeness.

You take this time to take a glance at the figure you plan to hire. His yukata is halfway off his shoulder for some reason with a toned hand hanging loosely instead of being inside a sleeve. Looking lower, you notice the sword tied around his waist and your brows raise in confusion. What the hell else is he programmed to do? 

“Quit starin’.” His voice calls you out, and your lips now curl down at the sight of him. 

“Hush up. As if you weren't doing it earlier.”  He only huffs in response. The awning of your house comes up in the distance, and the walk is cut short when you turn to walk up a pair of stairs. 

Pushing the key in and twisting, the door opens with a soft creak, revealing the familiar sight of your home. Taking a step inside, he tries to hide his curious glances around. It’s not much different from his own, just better maintained. And homey. Whatever that meant.

He gets the smell of vanilla wafting in the air. He trails behind you down the hallway into your bathroom, and you miss the moment his face pales at the sight.

“You said it was a small hole, not that a damn meteorite came through!” He shrieks.

The damage is worse than he anticipated, with water pooling on the floor and dark stains creeping up the walls.

“You never even asked how bad it was,” you respond, shrugging your shoulders as you come behind him to take a look yourself.

“There’s no way this is healthy,” he mutters, eyes scanning the extent of the damage.

“Yeah,” you comment offhandedly while you drag a finger against the biohazardous wall. You almost wanna wipe it off on him. Maybe that’ll shut him up. “Looks like it's gotten worse.”

His head turns and stares at your fingers in pure disgust, “You could’ve inhaled the mold spores, and became one! Then, no one would’ve knew where you went so it would be an unsolved mystery—"

He must've decided that this was the perfect time to give you a dissertation, as if you really gave a shit. You tune his ramblings out, and go into your kitchen to go wash your hands off.

“—Yer’ ass should’ve called sooner. A big storm is comin,” He grumbles while he makes his way back to the living room, snatching a piece of paper and pen off your table.

He hands you a piece of paper. (You have to turn the paper around a little to decipher what it said. He seriously needs to get his penmanship up.) He scribbled down a.. questionable estimate, but you could manage.

You gave him a thumbs up and flashed a beaming smile. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smirk on his faceas he headed out, calling over his shoulder, "I'll be back tomorrow at 3."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, knowing that despite his demeanor, your situation was in alright-ish hands. Gintoki seemed reliable. Everything might work out after all.

-

The next day, Gintoki showed up at your doorstep clad in a construction uniform with his bokuto slung behind his shoulder and a yellow hard hat you wouldn't dare question the origins of. After making his presence known to you, he sets off to your roof for the rest of the day.

Despite your offers of sweet refreshments and snacks, he ignored you with a grunt, brushing you off without a care. Your shoulders droop at his harshness, but you try your hardest not to take offense to it. Maybe he just needs a little space to focus?

As you begin preparing dinner, the sounds of a person aggressively working on your roof echo through your home. The constant banging and occasional explosions concern you, but you simply connect it all to the high crime rates in Edo.

The process was going smoothly enough, and Gintoki spoke about being done before sunset, and no later because it’ll be happy hour -– his words!! – and because he has more business to take care of.

So when you were cooking in the kitchen, and a foot came right through your ceiling, you knew right then and there that you picked the wrong one.

You say a quick prayer to the one above and move to help the man now lodged in your roof. You curse yourself for never listening to your intuition. Look at what this shit got you into!

Despite his attractiveness, the process of getting him down was undoubtedly.. awkward. He claims a large bird approached him out of nowhere, which in turn startled him, and that this was not due to the lack of knowledge and training. He says nothing else after that.

Watching him closely while he explained, you notice not once does a lick of remorse bleed through his words or the thought of an apology ever crosses his face. You understand the feeling of embarrassment and shutting down, but this is just blatant self righteousness. You can hardly find it in yourself to offer him anything, turned clean off by his snooty attitude.

You shove the choice words you really wish to say away, and decide to try your best to be a good host. He’d suffered a few bruises during the plunge – part of your mind screams it's deserved – but nevertheless, you place an ice pack over his knee and help him clean himself.

He accepted your gracious gestures in silence, not once offering a single piece of apology. You honestly should've left his ass hanging up there.

But, you convince yourself this was all in the pursuit of good karma. And after all that doctoring up, you sent him right on out from whence he came.

-

So, when a knock sounded on your door in the early morning of the following week, you didn't know what to expect.

You hurriedly throw on a robe to hide your skimpy pajamas and walk towards the persistent knocking.

You crack your door open, peeping outside and your expression falls when you notice It's the same man that fell through your roof a week ago. “What do you want?”

He’s not happy, and while he seems to never be in a good mood ever, you can tell right now he really isn’t happy. His silver curls covered his eyes, giving him a brooding appearance.

“Oi. It’s been a week. You said you’d write a check and deliver it.”

“Yeah, I said I'd write you a check when you fixed my roof. Now, if you excuse me—“ You tried to push the door shut but something stopped you.

He places his heavy-duty boot in the doorframe, stopping you from closing the door all the way. “I’m not one for liars.”

You scramble and you wanna beat yourself up for it. “I’m not paying for your services, or lack thereof. I already got someone else to do it.”

“So you're gonna scam me? You're gonna short-change me? Don’t you know I have kids to feed?!” He exclaims and your brows furrow in confusion.

“You didn’t even fix my roof, you fell through it! And kids? What damn kids?”

“I need a down payment,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head back to give a cool aura, “Now.”

“Your brain must be up there just for decoration, huh? I'm not gonna keep repeating myself to you, dumbass.” Your eyes scrutinized him, your jaw clenching.

“I should be asking you that since you clearly can't conceptualize the concept of reimbursment!”

You grit your teeth, wrapping your robe tighter around you, royally fed up with his bullshit. “You need to get off my porch with this bullshit before I call the police.”

The corners of his mouth curved up, watching the glossy fabric hug your figure more. He cocks his head to the side tauntingly, “And what is the police going to do? Have you seen this town? They’d fine you for wasting their precious time.”

“Okay? Did I fucking ask?” you also cock your head to the side, this time rudely.

Gintoki crosses his arms across his chest, choosing to ignore that comment, and you cannot help but notice the prominent, well-defined muscles that accentuate his physique. "You're going to have to pay with somethin’ young lady, cause’ I ain't leaving," he says firmly.

“It's taking every ounce of my self control to not put my hands on you right now, Gintoki.”

“Self control is all you've ever had,” he drags the last word purposely, his monotone voice finally gaining some sort of life to it, “Why don't you let loose for a little?”

“Alright then.” You say without any hesitation. Seeing that you've finally given in, he's caught off guard. Taking advantage of the situation, you seize the opportunity to do what you've been longing to do for quite some time. He lets you pull him closer, the soft fabric of his yukata bunching in your hands. Your lips meet in a desperate kiss as you tug him inside.

He doesn't even give you the chance to regain control. He uses his strength to pull you down onto the nearest surface, which happens to be your couch. He's rough, and youre scared hes gonna try and steer this into a fight at some point. He swiftly slots his leg in between both of yours, his knee rubbing against your panties. You squeak in surprise when he tugs off your robe and shoves aside what little undergarments you have on.

Gintoki pushes himself off of you and moves to his knees. Crouched in front of you, he gains the perfect view of your cunt. His hands forces your legs to your chest, and the lulling pain of your muscles being streched is canceled out by all the overwhelming sensations soon to come. His white hair tickles your inner thighs as he hovers around, just watching. He dips his tongue inside your pussy, his warm tongue like the warm sunrays after a long winter. But-- he doesn't move, not one inch.

His nose tickles your pubes. It’s oddly intimate. It’s gross. He’s gross, you push yourself to believe. You can’t convince your body to match your thinking. 

Your pussy oozes in response to the stimulation, like a bear waking up from hibernating and stretching, and you’re sure he notices it too. His hands, still pressing your legs down like you stole something, graze light touches up the bottom of your thigh. You shutter, and instinctively melt at the touch. 

You watch his back to check if he's even still alive, but you can see it moving up and down just fine. When was the last time you had anyone this close to you? That small altercation earlier must be considered foreplay, you’re convinced. But, you're growing impatient. Longing and need overpower all instincts. 

“Is that all you came here to do?” You try your best to sound bored, but your body trembles with eagerness.

His eyes snap up to yours, deep offense brewing inside of them. “Shut up for once, will ya? You’re in no position to be saying anything.” He gives your pussy a curt slap before he pushes your knees back onto your stomach and dives his tongue into you.

“You’re pathetic,” you cooed, but you can feel the way your body flushes with arousal.

This time, he's gained momentum. His mouth acts like a suction cup on your clit, his head moving back and forth while he sucks and licks all over your sex. Strong biceps hold you down and keep you still no matter how much you try to push him away.

“Ouu, yesyesyes– right there!” you let out a pathetic mewl and you can feel the satisfaction fueling him. He grows annoyed with the underwear blocking his veiw, and rips it off cleanly with his fist. He continues on flicking his tongue against your clit, sucking as if he were trying to give you a hickey.

“Did all that talking just to let me in after all, huh?” he teases and you can hear the smirk in his voice, now inserting two fingers inside of you while keeping that same pace with his tongue. His thick fingers curl inside of you and hit that spongey part again and again.

“What does that make you?” –-and at that particular moment you cry out a high pitched moan. His smile spreads even wider, “Look at you, all wet for me. Practically begging at this point.”

“F–fuck you,” you barely make out, all the words you want to truly wish say obscured by the increasingly hot coil forming in your pussy.

“You’re already doing that, sweetheart.”

The smoldering heat growing in your core was unbearable. His maroon eyes lock with yours as you buck your hips to meet his tongue in desperation, practically riding his face. He pays you no mind, more interested in what he is doing. He parts you open with two fingers and swirls his tongue against your bud.

That's enough to send you over the edge. You cry out as your orgasm hits you straight on, shockwaves coming from all over. Your slick coats his face and parts of your couch. He hums into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you further over the edge as he makes sure he gets every drop of your release.

He keeps his face planted into you, lapping up all the juices you spilled. “Mmm. You taste so good.”

Your stomach curls, your mind hazy with lust. “Creep.”

Gintoki lets out an airy chuckle, as he climbs back on top of you. His white curls are sweated out and sticking to his forehead and those cherry half lidded eyes peer down at you in thought. You can tell he badly wants to give his characteristic snarky response, but something inside of him decides against it.

His mind settles with pulling you into a kiss, letting you taste and try it yourself. “Ya’know, I'm tired of your mouth.” He remarks, dragging his tip along your slick entrance lining himself up with you, “But at the same time, I love it.”

He’s big, and he knows it. His dick stretches you out while he slowly sinks inside of you, and you swear you could see the faint outline of stars clouding your vision. You didn't even notice he pulled it out.

You let out a desperate whine, rolling your hips around to try and get accustomed to his length. His entire being envelopes yours as he fills you. It’s as if you were made exactly for him.

He pulls back out and pushes himself right back into you. Your pussy lets out a wet –squelch!- and he laughs. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck and grab a handful of his hair, burying your face in his neck. 

“Fuuck..” you moan, your head falling back against the couch like a sack of potatoes. Something tells you after this man leaves, you might never feel full again. After he leaves, you might never feel this fullness again. He leans down, his forearms resting against your head while he snaps his hips harder. “I saw eh-ver-re-thing.” He says, each syllable emphasized with his thrusts.

“I saw the way your eyes followed me,” He pants, his dick continuously hitting that sweet spot head on without fail. Words were coiled in your throat, only coming out as broken sobs.

“Shit–”, he groans, and it goes straight to your pussy, “Acting all mad at me, the whole time you just wanted to fuck me, hm?”

You’re a blabbering mess, but you still manage to nod your head with drool sliding down your face and tears threatening your eyes. “s’ too much— fuck.”

He presses his rough fingers onto your clit, circling it with his thumb while he takes a momentary break with the break neck speed, turning to a more loving stroke. "You wanted this, didn't you?”

“Yesyes–!!” you cry, all the fire you had earlier swiftly extinguished while you arch your back to meet his thrusts. Your body tenses, that coil inside you finally peaking. Your pussy squirts for him yet again and clenches around him while you come.

“--dreamed of you on top f‘me.” You whimper pathetically.

A corner of his mouth lifts, and he takes in your revelation. His hands settle on your love handles and a thumb lazily rubs your plush skin. He ignores your second orgasm to instead monologue. “Consider this.. payback.”

“I know I didn't apologize, but fuck–,” His hips start bucking into yours again, a hand coming to play with one of your nipples, pinching it between his fingers like a stress toy, “that look on your face, that look of hopefulness is so fuckin’ hot. You wanted a piece of shit man to finally act right, didn't you?” Your eyes widen, this time finally not from pleasure.

Gintoki is.. Calling you out?

His skin has a light sheen of sweat coating it now and the noises you were making fade into background noise to his ramblings.

“‘Wanted to see your reaction. Just needed you to say something, anything, shit—nd' you somehow look even prettier mad,” he lets out a low, rough grunt, his back straightening out and his cock somehow finds a way to hit deeper, "s’exactly why I came here.”

You can't resist the temptation, especially when it involves such a fine man. Guess you fell right into his trap, huh?

He just keeps going, the talking and the fucking, making your toes curl, “I'm sorry to disappoint, but I'll fuck you good to make it all up to you.” Gintoki took a shakey breath, his voice and body trembling as his climax approached. The noises he made were so sweet. If only he sounded like this all the time.

“I'm not letting you— fuck,” his hips bucking and his eyebrows furrowing, the cocky edge in his voice no where to be found. He pounds his hips into yours one final time and your eyes roll back into your skull, a choked sob spilling over your lips.

He pulls out, moaning a train of curses and even your name, jerking his thick cock over you before thick spurts of cum shoot out onto your chest and stomach. Your heart skips a beat as you both try to regain your breath.

“Not letting me do what?” you quipped, and he only groans in response, his body leaning down to nuzzle his head into your neck, planting kisses along your jaw.

“Pay, not gonna let you pay.” he grits through his teeth, his resolve broken.

You kiss his temple, replying softly. “I know baby, I know.”