You Think You Can Call Me Mommy?
Dana Evans / FTM Reader Doc | More The Pitt MasterList | Trans AU MasterList |AO3 | My Stories MasterList | Tip Jarđ°| 2026 Trans Pride MasterList
FTM Reader flirts every day with the head nurse. But today Dana got called old by a patient, and today she needs to feel alive again.
Warnings: FTM Reader Insert / He-him reader / Transgender Fic / Older Woman Younger transman / Oral / Boy on his knees / Good Boy Kink / Bathroom Kink / Muscle Appreciation / Mommy Kink / Squirting / Flirting / Service Bottom Kink / 18+
âYou donât need to be jealous, I only have eyes for blondes in their fifties. With nicotine problems.â You're practically salivating for the nurse, itâs your mid shift time to make heart eyes at her.
Dana laughs, you love her laugh. Itâs contagious, a little snorting mixed with a heavy giggle. God this woman was carved by Roman Gods.Â
You swear you see a blush, but maybe it was the sweltering heat. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking in the ED.
She eyes you in that way, and the other nurses snicker and giggle at this dance you two do. Every shift you put on a show for them, sorta like a peacock would. Ruffling your feathers by the nurses' station, trying to get one specific bird to take the bait.Â
Evans gives you the same old response.Â
âIâm old, Iâve got no room to clean up another toilet for a man who canât aim.â She smirks, and you gawk at her.
âDana Evans, light of my life! You know I have indoor plumbing! Darlin, I only ever sit to pee! And I know my way around a toilet brush, too!â You flirt harder, clutching your heart like sheâs struck it with Cupidâs arrow.
The women combust around her with laughter, and she glares at you.
It feels like the scene in Grease, itâs performative, but in the work you all do. Sometimes everyone needs a little stress relief.Â
And the nurses work so hard, the least you can do is make them laugh. They deserved far better, better treatment from the hospital and patience.Â
But you could supply them some extra energy drinks, a helping hand, some god dman âthank youâs.â And every now and then, a few chuckles.Â
But you werenât doing it all selflessly; you wanted Dana Evans.Â
Not like a notch in your belt kinda way.Â
Nah, as you eye the way sheâs smiling at you, you feel it in your bones.Â
You wanted Dana to tug your hair so hard while you went down on her, youâd need plugs.Â
The dirty ways youâd make love to this woman would be enough for her to need to call out of work.Â
Dana seems to read your mind because she takes a rubber glove out of a box just to slingshot it at your face.Â
It hits you in the cheek, and you donât flinch, winking at her.Â
âDown boy,â Dana tells you, but her eyes say something different.Â
âDana, when will you let me take you to the moon, huh?â You ask, unmoving from your spot in front of the station.Â
âTrauma incoming!â Robby yells your way, and you slowly walk backwards, still looking at her for an answer.Â
âWhen pigs fly!â Dana shouts, and you play hurt once more.
âIâll get on it!â You answer, then rush over to the gurney, coming in with rebar, stepping out of the shoulder of a forty-year-old with a colorful vocabulary.Â
The next four hours are a blur, a lot of blood, a lot of strange conversations. A strange color of pus that squirted on Whittaker's face, that was fun.Â
Itâs only when you're charting and Robby is staring at the screen, trying to figure out who to kick out of a bed next. So that the dance of musical chairs could continue.Â
That Dana moves to him, and the two start covering rooms, and you get your chance.Â
You reach into your pocket to the origami youâd made while waiting for the X-rays to come back.Â
It was a sticky note youâd folded perfectly into a small pig.Â
You whistle, and both Robby and Dana look at you, sort of offended thatâs how you asked for their attention.Â
Then you threw the paper onto the computer before them.Â
âWhat is this doctor?â Robby asked, and Dana snorted realizing right away.Â
âThatâs a flying pig.â You answered, and Langdon grabbed it as he walked around them.Â
âWow, this is really cool, did you make this?â He picked it up, obviously wanting to keep it for his son.Â
âYeah, just proving a point.â You eyed Dana, who shook her head.
âWhich is? You need to be spending your time on shift more wisely?â Robby asked, already done with your shit for the shift.
âThat all men are horn dogs, no matter the chromosome,â Dana answered for you, and walked away.Â
âYou guys having trouble in paradise?â Langdon asked, and Robby just walked away with an amused look.Â
âItâs the long game, my friend.â You answered back and checked the computer for the notification on test results.Â
Few hours go by and you finally got to pee. Making sure to take your time to sit and enjoy the tiny break.Â
But it was short-lived, youâd just flushed when the sound of the door almost breaking from a body entering it had you jump.Â
âFUCKKK!â Dana screams and you open the stall and see her freaking out.Â
âIs now a bad time to tell you this is the men's room?â You say, and sheâs pacing back and forth and back and forth.Â
So you take this moment as a good time to tie the strings of your scrubs and walk out of the stall.Â
You eye her from the reflection of the mirror, sorta like you would if a jungle cat were in your habitat.
You pushed your hand under the soap dispenser and tried not to stare. The water faucet splashed in the porcelain.
âHe called me too old! He thought he could grab- and Iâm old no one wants! Ha! You want me!â Dana yells, and youâre trying to put together the story but you donât have all the pieces.Â
âDana?â Your voice cracks at this opportune minute and she turns to you.Â
Full heat in her stare.Â
âYou want me! You flirt with me every shift god damn it! Iâm not some wrinkled up saggy- fuck him!â Dana cuts herself off, and you wave your hand over the paper towels, and it makes a sad robotic noise.Â
âDana did someone-â You fear the stupid person who instigated this wrath.Â
âYou want me! Itâs not just-I mean I see the way you look at me when Iâm smoking a cigarette!â Dana rambles, and you arenât sure where this is going.Â
âYeah, I do.â you start to agree, throwing the paper towel away and facing her now.Â
âIâm hot! I still got it!â Danaâs posture and hand throwing is sorta terrifying but you wouldnât disagree.Â
âAbsolutely.â You answer honestly.Â
âThatâs fine, yeah! I mean-fuck take your shirt off!â Dana yells at you and your face moves to the lock on the door, seeing she had flicked it. Not aware it was the men's bathroom, but clear she needed a minute.Â
âUh-â You say awkwardly, not sure if this was-
âTake your shirt off, weâre gonna fuck.â Dana tells you and your body temperature skyrockets.Â
âWe are?â You ask a follow-up, unsure of what midnight wet dream youâd just walked into.Â
âYes, we are!â Dana says with enough fury from whatever had just happened.Â
You hesitate for only a second before you lift your scrub top off and set it on the counter, and then your tank top, and you hear a groan and stop.Â
âWhat? What is it?â You worry, thinking maybe it was your surgery scars but it wasnât at all.Â
âYou look like that! Fuck youth is wasted on the yong, put your head back.â Dana says, and youâre confused, eyebrows furrowed.Â
But she walks forward and pushes your chin back, her cold fingers run down your throat.Â
Then down to your collar bones, her hands were strong and sure, and you werenât sure what this was anymore.Â
âIs this a physical?â You try to joke, and her hands go to your traps then to your deltoids.Â
Enjoying you with a more hands-on approach.Â
âYouâve got more muscles than before.â Danaâs voice drops a little and you try not to move, or flex under her curious hands.Â
âYeah-I uh started to work out after work,â you say conversationally. Not sure where your confidence had gone.Â
You're under the fluorescent lights in a bathroom, not exactly what you thought would be how you first got to touch Dana.Â
That was a lie; this was making you nervous because youâd only ever fucked women your age. And being shirtless in front of Dana felt like the major leagues.Â
âCan I touch you now?â You try to make it sound light.Â
âNo,â Dana answers, and you realize sheâs enjoying herself.Â
Your eyes move to see the way her focus is solely on your arms, her hands move down to caress your biceps, and you swear youâll work out twice as hard if she likes you like this.Â
âDana?â You ask as her finger followed the vein in your forearm like it had gold at the end of it.Â
âYouâre pretty.â She whispered, and you tried not to twitch under her focus.Â
âSo are you. Can I move now?â You ask, and all the anger was leaving her body now that you were offering yourself up.Â
âI-Iâm not as young as you, and I donât look like all that under my scrubs, kid.â Dana laughs and you donât like that.Â
You move your arm out and cup her face, something inside of her melts.Â
All that toughness finally put aside, Dana can let someone else drive for a moment.Â
âIâm going to kiss you, donât hit me.â You tell her, and her face turns up to you, ready to be adored.Â
You wonât make her wait; you kiss her with everything youâve got and she moans, and her lips open immediately.Â
Her tongue tastes like peppermint from her mints and desperation, you understand the feeling.Â
You turn her body as you keep moving against her lips with fever, and Danaâs trying to pierce your skin. Her hands move to your shoulders, and her nails make little crescent moon indents on you.Â
You pushed the head nurse against the counter, and she made a little noise in surprise.Â
That was fine, Dana could be held for a change, maybe that was all sheâd needed.Â
You kiss down her bottom lip, then moved bolding to her jaw line and pepper kisses.
âFuck I havenât been touched like this in-â Dana stops herself, trying to remember and unable to.Â
âTake your scrubs off.â You say, as you move to her neck and she grabs you by your neck like a thing she can manhandle and pulls you off her.Â
âNot when you look like that, not in this light, forget it, bub.â
âDana, take your bottoms off, how about that?â You try as her hand is just a little tension away from choking you.Â
Danaâs hold twitches, and her eyebrows lift, and then she lets out a little chuckle.Â
âHere?â The nurse asks, and you want to slap everyone sheâs ever fucked.Â
âYeah, right here, I want to taste you.â You say stronger this time, and Dana smiles widely. So you reach out and untie her string and drop her scrub bottoms.Â
Sheâs got work underwear on, theyâre cotton and dark blue, you pull them down and lean her lightly against the counter. Putting the clothes in a bunch to the side, not wanting to take her sneakers off, tough times come for touch measures it seems.Â
âYouâre gonna-Oh.â Danaâs voice gives out as you drop to your knees and you kiss just above her clit, enjoying the bit of pubic hair.Â
Your chin brushes against the nub; youâre being a gentleman, giving respect before you eat.Â
âYouâre really going to-â Dana says again but now youâre pulling her lips open and licking long strokes.Â
âOH, GOD!â Danaâs hands reach out to stop herself from falling. She slaps the side of the paper towel machine so hard it starts to dispense rapidly.Â
Her other hand goes to steady herself against the wall and mirror but sheâs unable.Â
You let your tongue roughly rub up and down, then circle around her clit.Â
Enjoying her flavor, the vanilla in her body wash, the slight sweat. The musky flavor mixed with something spicy. Fuck you tried to look up at her only to see Danaâs lips trembling as she watched you.Â
âGood boy, fuck oh god yes! Oh I should have let you before!â The head nurse shrieks and you donât breathe, you push your face further into her folds until your tongue goes into her tight cunt.Â
She bucks against your face, smearing her arousal across your nose and cheeks.Â
âFUCK ME! OH GOD YES! DONâT STOP!â
A knock on the door is loud, and you hear Robby asking for you by first name.Â
âOCCUPODO!â Dana shouts, and you laugh only for her to grab you by your hair and jerk you back to work.Â
âHurry up, God Iâm so close. I need it.â Dana tells you, and you know sheâs got to get back out there, and so do you.Â
So you go in for the intense sucking and licking over and under her clit not letting her hood come back and Danaâs knees almost give out completely.Â
As she falls forward, you stand and grab her by the backs of her knees and shift her weight onto her ass on the counter.Â
Spreading her legs as you fuck Dana like this is the only chance your tongue will ever get.Â
âFUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!âDana shouts, and you make a slurping noise as you bob your head a little to stimulate her clit even more.Â
Dana panics and grabs your shoulder to push you away, but you donât move.Â
Knowing before she did what would happen next.
âOH FUCK IâM GOING TO SQUIRT,â Dana shouted, unbelieving she was about to actually do it.Â
But your fingers move to her cunt, and you finger fuck her harder and donât let up on her bundle of nerves.Â
Sure enough, she gushes, power washer type of squirt.
It hits your chin, your neck, your chest, super soaks down onto your scrub bottoms and you keep swallowing.Â
Wanting to not waste a drop, and only when her whole body goes lax do you finally let go.
Dana shudders at the new cold air hitting her cunt where your hot mouth had just been.Â
You raise up in between her legs, and she grabs your jaw with her hand from underneath and you lick your lips.Â
âYouâre dangerous, you know that.â Dana tells you, but her eyes roll back and sheâs riding her aftershocks.Â
âWhatever you say, Mommy.â You smirk, soaked in her juices.Â
âFuck you, you think you can call me that just because you made me cum?â Dana asks open her eyes to glare at you and you twist to kiss her palm.Â
âI can do it again, you need more Mommy?â You flirt harder and Dana actually shivers and you realize she doesnât hate the nickname as much as she might want you to believe.Â
âYou think you can make me cum again, do you?â Dana wants you to try.
You nod confidently and your hand still in her cunt curls against her g-spot and Danaâs body lifts off the counter into your chest.Â
âI think you should let me come over after our shift.â
âWhat makes you think Iâd allow that?â Dana fights back, but her face is closer to yours now.Â
âHEY, WE HAVE AN ED TO RUN OUT HERE!â Robby yell and pounds on the door again.Â
Dana groans and tries to sit up but you donât let her move, staying between her legs.Â
âLet me come over after work.â You insist and she glares at you, but her mouth is still smirking. You remove your hands from her wet hole.
âYou just want to say youâve fucked a MILF is that it?â Danaâs own fears are clear now and you shake your head.Â
âI want you to keep me.â You say so fast that you canât realize how silly it sounds, but she arches an eyebrow. So you guessed it wasnât the wrong sentence.Â
Then Danaâs confidence comes back, and she reaches down and cups your sex annd you just about howl in need.
âYou need a Mommy, huh?â Dana asks, her breath tickling against your still arousal-soaked lips and chin.Â
âPlease,â you beg and she rubs your clit through the cum soaked scrubs. Her squirt drying sticky to your chest.Â
âYou think you can be my boy?â Dana asks and you moan and she pinches your clit through the fabric and you shuder and buck - mouth falling open.Â
âYouâll cum that easy huh, baby boy?â Dana laughed and you tried to chase her hand only for Robby to pound on the door so hard that neither of you could ignore him this time.Â
âHEY! DONâT MAKE ME GET THE KEY! THIS AINâT SOME MOTEL YOU KNOW!â The angry doctor wasnât going to ask again.Â
âBE RIGHT OUT! DONâT GET YOUR PANTIES IN A WOD!â Dana yells back, and you make a sad noise when her hand leaves.Â
âBe ready by my car at 8 pm or Iâm using my vibrator, and youâre sleeping on the floor,â Dana tells you and pecks you on the lips before pushing you back and standing, dressing herself as you stood there, soaked in her cum, still shirtless.Â
You beam at her, happier than ever. Dana washes her hands and leaves you there like a good boy, flipping the lock and eying you.Â
âYou got me on you right-â Dana points to her own cheek to show you. You move your hand to it, and she laughs at you.
Then leaves the bathroom, making it clear you would have to do the dirty walk to get new scrubs. While the whole ED would know you were on your knees.Â
You didnât care; you couldnât wait until 8.Â














