#hook headcanon

Week after week, the drama between your friend Adam Page and Team Taz started to get ridiculously repetitive. Not to mention, the fact that you got dragged into it every time by Taz’s cronies.

The worst part of it all was Hook and Ricky always looked at you as if you were some kind of steaming hot steak freshly served on a platter. You wanted nothing more than to punch those two in the face, especially Hook; he was always looking at you and it was starting to piss you off. Did the dude wanna fight you or kiss you? You couldn’t even tell anymore.

“Adam, when are we gonna be done with Taz and his angels? I’m sick of those idiots.” You asked, looking down at your nails while filing them before meeting eyes with Adam. Tonight he had a match with Will Hobbs and you had no doubt that he was going to pick up the win, considering Team Taz was imploding right in front of everyone’s faces, but it was still a chore to even be near any of the members.

“I can’t even tell you myself, [Y/N]. Let’s just hope they start fighting each other tonight so we don’t even have to deal with them again.” Adam said, fixing his attire before heading to his locker room door. “Let’s go kick some ass.”

You laughed and got up from where you were sitting, exiting his locker room with him. The two of you had walked towards the curtain talking about anything and everything, switching from one topic to another. Adam and you had a tendency to do that a lot, but considering your friendship and it’s dynamic, it was normal to both of you.

You almost stopped in your tracks when you saw Hook, your least favorite Team Taz member, standing nearby on his phone. Much to your luck, he looked up and saw you, a smirk on his face as his eyes met yours. You looked at him with much disdain and flipped him off, rolling your eyes.

“Charming,” Adam laughed, the two of you continuing to walk towards your destination. “You know, the kid probably has a crush on you the way he looks at you so much.”

“I would much rather step on hot coals than have that be a reality.” You pretty much gagged at the thought of Hook liking you. Sure he was good looking, but he was the biggest nuisance despite the fact that he never spoke. Just being around him was enough to make you grow sick.

Your conversation with Adam would’ve continued, but his theme song had began to play, cutting you off. You made your entrance with him, the cheers and clapping filling your veins with adrenaline. This was something you would never get sick of and no one could ever ruin it for you.

The matchup between Adam and Will was a good one, it was way too close. It was almost over for Adam until Hook and Ricky Starks had came out with the FTW championship. The sight almost threw you for a real doozy, especially when Brian Cage came out, the whole ordeal distracting Will enough for Adam to get the win. Of course, you had to rub in Hook’s face before heading backstage, and boy was he pissed.

You were on your own now, as Adam had left you to do some things with The Dark Order. There was nothing else planned for you to do for the rest of night, so you walked around Daily’s Place, minding your business until you heard hushed voices that sounded almost annoyed.

Of course, your luck today was nonexistent. The whispered belonged to Hook and Ricky Starks, you wanted nothing more than to be in hell right now - which, you basically were at this moment. “Wow boys, pissed about what happened tonight? I could imagine.” Hook rolled his eyes at the comment you made and all Ricky did was smirk, patting Hook’s back before walking off.

“Poor Hook, you look like you’re in such a bad mood, I’d love to ruin it some mo-” Your voice cut off as your back slammed against the wall, Hook’s body pressed against yours with his hands laying on your waist. You were shocked and couldn’t even use words to express it.

“Not saying shit now huh, [Y/N]? You’ve been pissing me off so much the last couple of weeks, but I had to get over it because I wanted you and look where I got you now.” His head inched closer to yours, to the point where the tips of your noses almost touched. Hook leaned his head, his mouth hovering over your ear. His cool, minty breath blowing onto your ear sent shivers down your spine.

“You wanted me, Hook? You couldn’t even handle me, even if you tried. I dare you to try.” Your voice was shaky, which made Hook chuckle. The two of you knew that you would be wrong in the end, the eroticism and tension between you growing thicker.

Hook let his actions speak for himself as his rose-colored lips began to place kisses on your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. You tried to resist the temptation to crumble in his arms. His hands traveled up from your waist to your breasts, squeezing them, the two of you groaning and gasping. You could feel yourself dripping into your underwear, Hook hadn’t even taken off your clothes and here you were losing it.

“Hook, not right here.” You moaned, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned you head back on the wall. The area you two were in was kind of secluded, but there was still a risk of getting caught and you weren’t sure if you wanted to take that risk or not. The thought of it though was so tantalizing and stained the air.

“We’ll be fine, no one’s coming,” Hook said, his tongue grazing your neck up to your jaw before his lips pressed against yours. The kiss was messy, your tongues touching and flicking against each other. Hook tugged your bottom lip with his teeth gently as he broke the kiss and started to pull down his pants down to his ankles. You began to palm him through his underwear, a smirk appearing on your face once you felt all of his pre-cum seeping through. The look on his face was pure euphoria, but he had to one-up you; Hook’s hands reached down to your belt and he began to undo it, unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your zipper as his hand reached into your underwear, his fingers rubbing through your wet folds before shoving a single finger in you.

“Oh god, Hook,” You whined, the pressure of his finger and your pants still being on was almost too much. He took you by surprise by adding another finger and then another. You had to pull yourself together and try to keep quiet, but his fingers were something else and he knew how to use them. The hand of yours that was palming him had pulled down his underwear. Your tongue swiped across your lips as his cock sprung up; your hand grabbed onto his cock that was covered in his sticky, sweet pre-cum and you began to pump it in your hand with a soft yet tight grip.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” Hook grunted, his hips moving to match the speed of your hand. His grunts and moans made you even more wetter, if that was even possible. The sounds from Hook’s fingers sliding in and out of you, as well as his cock pumping in and out of your hand, filled your ears. “Ugh [Y/N], I gotta fuck you right now, babygirl.”

Hook’s fingers slipped out of your pussy, your juices trailing on his fingers. His fingers pressed against your lips, which you gladly sucked your juices off of his finger. A smile curving onto his face once his fingers came out of your mouth. He pulled your pants down and your underwear along with it, making sure to take a leg out. “Let me see that pretty pussy, baby.”

Hook grabbed your left leg and wrapped his around his neck as he squatted down and was face to face with your pussy. He moaned at the sight and reached up his hand, rubbing it against your pussy. He leaned in closer and held your leg against his neck tightly as his tongue darted against your folds, down from your hole up to your clit. His cool tongue giving you goosebumps as his tongue began to stroke itself against your clitoris, slowly. You bit your lip, trying to contain the moans that traveled up your throat.

“Mm, Hook,” You whimpered, the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clitoris was sending you over before his lips began to suck on it. Your legs began to shake, that was something new that you’d never had done to you. Hook rubbed his lips, moving his head from side to side, against your folds. His tongue spreading through your folds, as your juices began roll down his chin.

“Hook, baby, I’m cumming,” Your hands tangled into his hair as he began to lap up your juices, your face contorting from all the pleasure you felt. Hook stood up, your leg still around his neck, as he leaned in and kissed you. His lips smelt and tasted just like you, your juices now on your lips. Hook pulled away and grabbed your other leg, putting it around his neck as his body pushed against yours. His cock was now in his hands as he pumped it for a second, before rubbing his tip against your folds and your clit. “You tasted so good, baby. Now I gotta see how good you feel.”

You bit your lip in anticipation; Hook was hung and something in you knew that this was going to be like no other experience you’ve ever had. The tip of Hook’s cock pushed into your entrance, just the tip making you reach for the wall against you. He thrusted in more of his inches and your eyes had shut, there was still much of him to go left. Hook thrusted in you one more time, his full length inside of you. You had to cover your mouth to keep from yelling out, but Hook took your hand off of your mouth. “Let me hear you, [Y/N], tell me how my cock is making you feel,” Hook groaned, his thrusts pacing quickly as his hands held your cheeks while your lower halves smacked together.

“Fuck, Hook. You’re so big, I don’t know how I’m taking it right now,” Hook moaned at your praise, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. The positioning you two were in with your legs on his neck and your back against the wall gave him more access to pound you. The sounds of Hook’s moans, skin clapping and your wetness gave you that feeling again. You were so close to reach your high once more.

“Hook, I’m gonna cum all over your cock, please make me cum,” You gasped. All Hook could do was nod; he was floored at how tight and wet your pussy was, he felt like this was all a dream. It took one good, hard thrust and you pressed your lips against Hook’s so you wouldn’t scream. You felt your pussy tighten against his cock, your juices streaming down his shaft as he continued to thrust into your pussy. Hook’s thrusts began to get sloppier and sloppier. “[Y/N], your pussy is so good baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Hook pulled out, his cum flying out onto your thigh and stomach. The two of you breathed heavily as you looked at each other before laughing a little bit. “Sounds like I handled you more than well,” He said, letting your legs down from his shoulders gently and put on his pants, soon finding you a rag that was nearby to wipe his cum off of your thigh and stomach with. “Don’t get cocky now, Hook,” You rolled your eyes, as you wiped yourself off and followed in suit, putting your pants back on.

“Alright, fine. But [Y/N], I don’t know if you’d want this to be something we regularly do. I meant it when I said I wanted you, but I also mean that in a relationship kind of way as well.” Hook said, becoming shy all of a sudden as he awkwardly scratched his neck.

Hook didn’t expect you to be a homebody the first time he met you. You were out with your friends and seemed so lively, he thought someone like you would be out all the time having fun. Well, he was wrong. Your friends had to drag you out of your house to get you to come out the day you two met.

To Hook, you being a homebody was fine with him. He also wasn’t really the type to go out unless he was invited, had a shoot, AEW stuff and training or was super bored. Now that he was with you, he had many excuses to stay home with you.

When he was with you, the two of you would do things you’d always do on your own. Hook and you would watch movies, order food, play games, cuddle and nap. He thought days like this were super underrated and loved doing simple things such as that.

Of course, there were days where he asked you to go out with him. It wasn’t that he hated staying home with you, but Hook would definitely have moments where he wanted to remember what the sun looked like.

Hook wouldn’t force you to come with him, but you would want to. You definitely didn’t want make him hate that all you ever did was stay home and did nothing with him, even if he didn’t think of you that way.

The times you did go out with Hook, it would be super fun. Usually when you’re with other people, you would have a terrible time and would want nothing more than to go home, but Hook always made you feel so included and important when you went out.

Like always though, your social battery would run out and then you’d want to go home. Hook was totally understanding though. He would take you home and spend the rest of his time there with you, as if the fun never stopped.

Mentioned previously before in a different headcanon, Hook always made it his mission to plan out dates for the two of you. To Hook, anything could be a date; deep cleaning each other’s rooms, walks in the park, cooking and baking with each other, grocery shopping, anything really.

Now if he was really trying to sweep you off your feet, Hook would absolutely plan dates for go out to restaurants and eat. He wouldn’t go to the expensive ones or have you all dressed up, though. Hook was an extremely casual and normal person that just exuded simplicity; he didn’t care to impress anyone except you, really, and you loved what Hook would plan regardless.

Hook’s definition of a date night would be going to your favorite restaurant at night, followed by a movie or another activity like bowling. Anything that was open until the dawn, Hook would want to do. Even going to a Mcdonald’s that’s open 24 hours is a date to him!

When the two of you would go out for a date, Hook always made it a priority for him to pay the bill. The man wouldn’t split a check or let you pay, no matter what. It almost gets annoying with how adamant with how he refuses to let you pay for a date, but Hook loved and respected you, he always wanted to treat you and pay. It’s what you deserved.

“Are you ever going to let me pay?”

“Y/N, the day I ever pass you the bill is the day I have officially lost my mind.”

The best thing about date nights is that you never knew if it was going to be just the two of you wherever you went or if there would be a bunch of night owls out. Sometimes it would be fun when the two of you had a diner or a theater all to yourselves.

Even if Hook had to wake up early to do things like train, he would stay up all night with you having the time of his life. He would always tell you how much he was having fun and that he never wanted it to end.

“It’s only 1 am and I feel like I’m the only person on the planet with you. I’m having so much fun, I wish this night would never end, Y/N.”

Hook always put so much passion and effort into date night, it made you feel appreciated every time. Working the dates out according to yours and his schedule, making sure that the two of you were doing something that you would enjoy for sure. It was obvious why you loved someone as amazing as Hook so much.

Hook didn’t really know that you had depression at first. He knew that there would be days that you didn’t feel any motivation to do anything or you would be down and unwilling to talk to anyone for hours, but he didn’t know it was due to that.

He found out about your depression when you had explained it to him one night when you were in each other’s arms. You told him about your diagnosis, when you were diagnosed, how some days will be harder than others for the both of you (mainly you, of course) and how you hoped that he would understand.

The two of you cried that night after having that conversation. Hook full on sobbed; he hated that you felt that way without any of your control and that it prevented you from doing things that you loved, and even affected the way you felt about yourself and your life.

From then on, Hook really tried to do everything in his power to make sure that he knew how to be there for you 100%. He didn’t want to treat you as if you were fragile or broken, or that how you felt was an inconvenience to him and your relationship.

Hook would read up on depression through psychology websites, books and even forums where people shared their own experiences. He really would try his best to gather as much knowledge as he could, so he wouldn’t say the wrong things to you that would trigger you more or even invalidate you. The last thing he wanted to ever do was make you feel terrible about something you couldn’t control.

If you were having one of those days where you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything at all, he would help you. He wouldn’t be one of those “please, for me?” kind of guys. Hook would absolutely try to have you see the importance of taking care of yourself, even if you didn’t want to. And if you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, that would be okay with him too because at least you thought about it and that was enough.

Hook would definitely try to do anything that would put a smile on your face and get you things that he hoped would make your day a bit better. He would get your flowers, your favorite kind of snacks, and even a journal for you to use as an outlet when you felt like shutting the world out.

If the day ever came that you wanted to get more help, Hook would be so supportive and on board with whatever decision you choose. He wanted the best for you and didn’t want to see his baby hurt any longer than you needed to.