Ninjago Mailman x Reader 😳

Chapter 1: The Arrival

   I was standing outside my house reading a book, I usually wait for the mailman to come by. He's so charming and handsome, why wouldn't anyone? Sometimes we'd spark up conversation, sometimes on busy days he'd stay for a quick chat. He really is the highlight of my day. I admit, sometimes I order things just to see him again.

Sometimes he'll tell me about what the ninja were up to or how his family is doing. I love to just sit and listen to him talk, his voice is so soothing.

"Hey (your name)!"

I seemed to have gotten so lost in my thinking I didn't hear him coming! I place my bookmark in my book and walk up to greet him.

"Hello! It's so nice to see you again!" I tell him cheerfully, feeling my cheeks grow a little hot.

His hair is a dark grey and he wears glasses and a purple outfit. I never thought a rather old person could pull of a color like purple so well.

"The pleasure is all mine. So how have things been? My grandson recently became a paper boy. Kinda like me!" He tells me with pride.

I knew he was married, the fact he was only filled me with envy, but I never let it show. Maybe someday he would realize that there are better people out there, more valuable fish in the sea. But no, he seemed rather loyal.

"Thats great! Maybe someday he'll be a postman like you!" I say trying to leave my thoughts.
"I pray not, this job really kills you back you know! Especially with those cursed ninja all about making things harder!" He ended with a frustrated tone.

He placed his hands on his back rubbing it gently, then reached for his bag and pulled out a few boxes. I had orders a few special things, and i'm rather sure he knew what they were when I saw his face go a little red. I, unlike him, gave a quick smirk and went back to a smile as he looked up.

"Interesting order ma'am..... Do you want to take this or shall I put it in your mailbox?" He asked trying to avoid eye-contact.

"I'll just take it, say, is your back bothering you right now?" I questioned him, immediately regretting what I was about to say next.

"A bit, yes. I has been for a while... why do you ask?" He questioned me.

"I can give you a massage if you wish, but only if you want." I notified him, I didn't want him to think I was forcing this.
He looked nervous, as if he were thinking about his wife and kids and what they would think. I began to study him more.

His eyes were a dark shade of brown, and he wore a large hat the covered most of his head. The bike he rode was a little small, he must have had it for a long time. His bag was a dusty dark beige. He had a smooth goatee-like beard that laid on his chin. His skin seemed rather clear and smooth for an old man.

"What do you mean by, massage, ma'am?" He asked me nervously, still looking down. I noticed that his cheeks were turning pink and that he was getting a little, excited.

"I'm sure you know exactly what I mean~ Or would you rather I told you in great detail what I am referring to?" I taunted him in a slightly seductive tone.

He looked at his bag of mail, which seemed fo be mostly empty, and back at the ground in front of him.
"They won't know.." I hear him mutter quietly under his breath.
He looked up at me with such a naughty smirk I was questioning whether this was the same man or not.
"Lets head inside then~" He urged me, opening the gate and leaning his bike on it.

Eagerly, we both rushed into my house

—-End of chap—