Hii!! istg Monster High was my favorite thing to watch when I was little and I just started rewatching it!!
Also, you seem to be the only person who shares my likings with me and I'm so happy to have found someone! Like, literally, none of my friends actually watched Monster High.
And, I kinda had like a request.
yk, for me it seems that Clawd would be like a really clingy boyfriend, so I was thinking about him being jealous while being clingy.
Ik that the whole ask seems like too much text but I'm so happy to have found youuu!
Anyways, hope you have a nice day!!
Moonlit Devotion
Characters
• You: The reader's self-insert, looking amazing and catching Clawd's attention.
• Clawd Wolf: Protective and affectionate boyfriend, a little jealous but deeply caring.
• Howleen Wolf: Clawd’s playful sister, quick to tease.
• Social Tension: Brief unease during Clawd and Deuce's interaction.
Masterlist
Words: 656
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The Monster High party was in full swing, the gym alive with colorful lights, pulsating music, and the chatter of excited monsters. The decorations were perfectly spooky, from the glowing jack-o'-lanterns to the cobweb-draped ceiling. You were standing near the snack table with Draculaura and Frankie, sipping on a bubbling green punch while swapping stories and laughter.
Across the room, Clawd leaned against the wall with his pack. He laughed at something Howleen said, but his golden eyes never strayed far from you. You looked radiant tonight, your outfit carefully chosen for the party, and Clawd couldn’t help but feel a twinge of possessive pride—and maybe a bit of jealousy—that everyone else got to bask in your glow while he stayed at a distance.
“What? No, I’m just... making sure she’s okay,” Clawd said quickly, his ears twitching.
“How noble,” his sister said with a smirk. “Just go already. You’re not fooling anyone.”
Without another word, Clawd made his way across the room. As he got closer, he noticed Deuce standing near you, laughing at something you said. Clawd's jaw tightened slightly, but he quickly relaxed. He trusted you completely, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be the one making you laugh.
When he reached your side, he wrapped an arm casually around your waist, making his presence known. “Hey, babe,” he said, his deep voice sending a thrill down your spine.
You turned to him, your face lighting up. “Hey, Clawd! I was just talking to—”
“Yeah, I saw,” he interrupted gently, flashing a polite smile at Deuce. “Thanks for keeping her company, man.”
Deuce chuckled nervously, sensing the shift in energy. “No problem. See you two around.”
As Deuce walked away, Clawd turned his full attention to you. His golden eyes softened, his earlier tension melting as he took you in. “You look incredible tonight.”
You smiled, letting your hands trail up to his chest. “You look pretty incredible yourself, Mr. Wolf,” you teased, tugging lightly on the lapel of his sharp suit jacket.
His grin widened. “You think so?”
“Definitely,” you said, your fingers brushing against the slightly crooked bow tie at his collar. “But this could use a little adjustment.” You carefully straightened it, your fingertips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
Clawd watched you with a smitten expression, his tail swishing behind him. “You always know how to make me look good,” he said softly.
“You already look good,” you replied, meeting his gaze. “I’m just making sure you’re perfect.”
He chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. “With you by my side, I already feel perfect.”
The DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers, announcing the start of a slow dance. Clawd immediately perked up, his hand still resting protectively on your waist. “Dance with me?”
“Always,” you said with a smile.
He led you to the dance floor, pulling you close as the music slowed to a romantic melody. His hands rested on your waist, and your arms wrapped around his neck. As the two of you swayed, Clawd’s jealousy from earlier felt like a distant memory.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate, “I don’t mean to be jealous. I just... I love being the one who gets your attention.”
“And you are,” you said, looking up at him. “I love how much you care, Clawd. Your clingy side? It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
His ears twitched in delight, and he couldn’t help but lean down to kiss your forehead. “You really know how to make a wolf feel special.”
“You make me feel special every day,” you replied, resting your head against his chest.
As the song played on, Clawd held you close, his earlier jealousy replaced by nothing but love and gratitude. You were his, and he was yours, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
The moon was bright in the night sky as you waited at the front of Monster High. It wasn’t every night that you got to go on a date with Clawd Wolf, captain of the casketball team and the most loyal, down-to-earth werewolf you had ever known. The breeze was cool, but the excitement of seeing Clawd kept you warm.
You heard the familiar sound of his howl before you saw him, and your heart skipped a beat. Moments later, Clawd came jogging up, his wide smile making your own grow. He was dressed casually, but the confident way he carried himself made it seem like he was always ready for anything. His casketball jacket hung loosely on his muscular frame, and his ever-charming demeanor was on full display.
"Hey there, gorgeous," Clawd said, a playful growl in his voice as he wrapped an arm around you in a warm hug. His hand lingered on your waist, and you couldn't help but lean into him, the comfort of his presence washing over you.
“Hey, yourself,” you smiled, your head tilting up to meet his gaze. “Ready for our date?”
Clawd nodded enthusiastically, his golden eyes shining under the moonlight. “Absolutely. I’ve got the perfect plan for tonight,” he said with a grin, showing off his sharp canines in a way that always made your heart race. “I thought we’d start with a walk by the Crypt Creek and then hit up that new monster food truck—heard they’ve got some killer moon tacos.”
You laughed softly, loving how he always found ways to make your dates fun and memorable. “Moon tacos, huh? You know how to treat a ghoul right,” you teased, bumping his shoulder playfully as the two of you began walking side by side.
Clawd chuckled, his tail wagging slightly behind him. “Hey, nothing but the best for my girl.” He reached down, gently taking your hand in his, his fingers warm and steady against yours.
As you strolled through the moonlit forest near Monster High, the world seemed to slow down around you. Clawd pointed out a few constellations in the sky, talking about how wolves had their own names for them, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he combined his athletic, strong side with this softer, thoughtful side he only showed when the two of you were alone.
“You know,” Clawd said after a while, his voice taking on a more serious tone, “I don’t always get the chance to do this—just hang out with you, away from all the craziness at school. Feels nice.”
You looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “It does. I love it when it’s just us,” you admitted, your fingers squeezing his hand a little tighter. “You’re always so busy being the casketball star or helping out your siblings. I’m glad you made time for us tonight.”
Clawd stopped walking for a moment, turning to face you. He took both of your hands in his now, pulling you a little closer. “I’ll always make time for you,” he said, his voice soft but full of conviction. “You mean a lot to me, and I want you to know that.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth flooding your chest as you looked up at him. Before you could say anything, Clawd leaned down, his forehead gently resting against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, and for a moment, everything else melted away. It was just you and him, the moonlight, and the quiet sounds of the night around you.
“I mean it,” Clawd whispered, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You smiled, feeling your cheeks flush as you tilted your head up slightly to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Clawd Wolf,” you whispered back.
After a few more heart-melting moments, Clawd pulled back, his playful grin returning. “Come on, we’ve got a date to finish—and some tacos to destroy!”
You laughed, and the two of you continued walking, eventually reaching the food truck Clawd had mentioned. The rest of the night was filled with laughter, delicious food, and stories about your favorite moments from Monster High. Clawd even convinced you to dance a little under the stars when your favorite song came on from the truck’s speakers.
By the end of the night, you were exhausted from laughing, but your heart felt full. Clawd walked you back to Monster High, his arm wrapped around you as he pulled you close.
“Thanks for tonight,” you said as you reached the school’s front gates. “I had a great time.”
Clawd grinned down at you. “The night’s always great when I get to spend it with you.”
Before you could respond, Clawd leaned down, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or heated, but full of all the affection and care he had for you. When he pulled away, his golden eyes glowed in the moonlight, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said softly, giving you one last hug before letting you go.
As you headed back to your dorm, you knew that no matter how busy life at Monster High got, moments like these with Clawd would always remind you how lucky you were to have him.
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Author’s Note:
I wanted to capture the fun and sweet dynamic between Clawd and his girlfriend, keeping his charming personality from Monster High while adding a little romance. I hope you enjoyed this fluffy date night! Let me know if you have any ideas for future stories or details you'd like to explore!
The moonlight filtered through the curtains of your dorm room, casting a soft glow over the bed where you sat, waiting for Clawd Wolf to arrive. It had been a busy week at Monster High, with casketball practices, schoolwork, and general chaos keeping the two of you apart. But tonight, it was just you and him, and you couldn’t wait to relax in his arms.
A soft knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat as you stood up, opening the door to reveal Clawd. He stood there, looking as handsome as ever in his usual laid-back style, his signature jacket slung over one shoulder. His golden eyes sparkled as he smiled down at you, his tail giving a small wag of excitement.
“Hey,” he said softly, stepping inside as you closed the door behind him. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
You grinned, taking his hand and leading him to your bed. “Me too. I think we both need a break after this week.”
Clawd chuckled, settling down on your bed with a content sigh. “You have no idea. I swear, I’ve been running on fumes since that last casketball practice.”
You climbed onto the bed next to him, leaning into his side as his arm automatically wrapped around you, pulling you closer. You felt the warmth of his body as you snuggled into his chest, his heartbeat steady and soothing.
“Well,” you said, your voice soft as you nuzzled into his neck, “you don’t have to worry about that now. It’s just us tonight.”
Clawd hummed in agreement, his hand coming up to gently stroke your back. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” he said, his voice low and warm.
As you shifted to get more comfortable, your fingers brushed through his thick, soft hair, and you noticed how he leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. A smile tugged at your lips as you continued to run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Clawd let out a low, content growl, leaning further into your hand.
“Someone likes head scratches,” you teased, watching as his normally cool and confident demeanor melted away. He practically turned into a big puppy under your touch.
Clawd let out a soft chuckle, though it was clear he was too relaxed to be embarrassed. “What can I say? You’ve got the magic touch,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he rested his head against your shoulder.
You continued to gently scratch his head, letting your fingers glide through his soft hair. Clawd’s body relaxed even more, and before long, he was practically lying in your lap, his head nestled against your thigh as he let out a contented sigh. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go.
“You’re too good to me,” he muttered, his voice a little drowsy now that he was fully relaxed.
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection as you looked down at him. “I like taking care of you, Clawd,” you said softly, your hand never stopping its gentle strokes through his hair. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. You deserve to be taken care of, too.”
Clawd’s eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at you with a warmth that made your chest tighten. “You’re the best, you know that?” he said softly, his hand moving up to cup your cheek for a moment before pulling you down so he could press a soft kiss to your lips.
The kiss was sweet and tender, full of all the love and affection the two of you shared. When he pulled back, his eyes shone with warmth and gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted, his voice soft but full of sincerity.
You smiled, your heart fluttering at his words as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Well, lucky for you, you won’t have to find out,” you whispered, settling back down as Clawd pulled you closer.
After a few more moments of quiet affection, Clawd shifted, pulling you down with him until you were both lying side by side on the bed. His arm was securely around your waist, holding you against his chest as he nuzzled into your neck. The soft sound of his breathing filled the room, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you.
You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as your fingers lazily traced circles on his arm. Clawd let out a soft hum of contentment, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing motions.
“Feels good to just be here with you,” Clawd murmured after a while, his voice low and relaxed.
You nodded, smiling against his chest. “I agree. I love nights like this.”
Clawd’s lips brushed the top of your head, and you felt him smile. “Me too. I could stay like this forever.”
The two of you lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. Clawd’s body was warm and comforting, and the soft rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slowly lulled you into a peaceful state. The stress of the week melted away as you cuddled together, sharing quiet moments of affection.
Eventually, Clawd shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look down at you. His golden eyes were soft, filled with an affection that made your heart skip a beat. “I love you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you smiled up at him, your fingers gently caressing his cheek. “I love you too, Clawd.”
He smiled, his eyes closing for a moment as he leaned in to press another soft kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
“Let’s stay like this for a little while longer,” he murmured, his voice full of contentment.
You nodded, closing your eyes as you snuggled back into his chest. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
And so, the two of you stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms, sharing soft whispers and gentle touches under the light of the moon. The world outside could wait. Tonight, it was just you and Clawd, and nothing could be more perfect.
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Author’s Note:
I hope you enjoyed this cozy, soft moment between Clawd and his girlfriend! I wanted to show the gentle, caring side of their relationship and give Clawd a chance to relax and be vulnerable. If you have any more requests or ideas, feel free to share them!
Trigger Warnings:
Mild mentions of illness, caretaking.
Masterlist
Words: 1024
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The news spread through the halls of Monster High faster than expected: Clawd Wolf had come down with a nasty cold. For the strong and tough casketball captain, being bedridden was a rarity. But when you heard the rumors, your first instinct was to rush to his side.
You made your way to his dorm, the thought of Clawd lying there alone tugging at your heart. As you approached his door, you could hear the faint sound of a soft whimper—like a hurt puppy. You paused for a moment, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Clawd wasn’t used to showing vulnerability, but you knew the strong-willed werewolves could sometimes be the biggest softies when they weren’t feeling well.
With a gentle knock, you called out, “Clawd? It’s me.”
You didn’t wait for a reply as you opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The sight that greeted you made your heart ache. Clawd was lying on his bed, his usually vibrant form looking far too pale and exhausted. He had a blanket draped over him, but even so, you could see the slight shivers running through his body. His hair was a mess, and his golden eyes were dim as they met yours.
“Babe…” he murmured, his voice raspy and weak, followed by a soft whine that made him sound like a hurt pup. “I didn’t want you to see me like this…”
You shook your head, stepping forward and kneeling beside his bed. “You think I’d just leave you to suffer alone? No way, Clawd. I’m here to take care of you.”
His lips twitched into a small, grateful smile, but he still looked miserable as he curled up tighter under the blankets. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he admitted with another soft whimper.
You reached out and gently stroked his cheek, your heart breaking a little at how vulnerable he seemed. “I know, baby. I brought you something, though,” you said, holding up a small wrapped package. “A little something to help with that werewolf appetite.”
Clawd’s nose twitched as the scent hit him, his eyes perking up slightly. You unwrapped the package to reveal a tender piece of meat—something you knew would help perk him up. You handed it to him, watching as he weakly took it from your hand and bit into it. His eyes softened, and a quiet rumble of appreciation escaped his chest.
“Thanks,” he murmured between bites, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was…”
You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching him eat for a moment before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. His body immediately responded to your touch, relaxing under your gentle strokes. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, leaning into your hand.
“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his voice a little drowsy.
“Of course I am,” you said softly, continuing to massage his scalp, “because I care about you. And I’m not going to let my big, strong werewolf suffer alone.”
Clawd let out a soft chuckle, though it was interrupted by a small cough. He whimpered again, and you could tell his throat was sore, his body aching from the fever. Without hesitation, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.
“You’re burning up,” you murmured, brushing his hair back. “I’ll get you some cold water.”
Clawd’s hand reached out and weakly grabbed yours, his grip surprisingly gentle. “Stay,” he pleaded softly, looking at you with those big, puppy-like eyes. “Just for a little while.”
Your heart melted at the sight of him. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike the confident casketball captain everyone else knew. This was a side of him that only you got to see, and it made you want to hold him close until he felt better.
You smiled and sat back down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders as you settled beside him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, continuing to run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp the way he loved.
Clawd let out a soft, contented sound, somewhere between a purr and a growl, as he nuzzled into your touch. His body relaxed more with each passing moment, his breathing evening out as you stroked his hair. Despite the fever and the discomfort, he seemed to find some peace in your presence.
“Feels nice…” he muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the pillow.
You smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You’ll feel better soon. I’ll take care of you.”
Clawd let out another soft whimper, but this time it was more of a contented sound, like he was comforted by your words. “You’re too good to me,” he said quietly, his eyes fluttering shut.
You continued to soothe him with soft touches, gently rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair. Every now and then, Clawd would make a small, puppy-like sound of appreciation, letting you know he was enjoying the attention. It was a side of him that only you got to see, and you couldn’t help but feel a little privileged to be the one who could take care of him like this.
Eventually, Clawd’s breathing evened out, and you realized he had fallen asleep, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion. You smiled softly, watching him for a moment before leaning down to press another kiss to his forehead.
“Rest up, my big, brave werewolf,” you whispered, tucking the blanket around him. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
As Clawd slept, you sat beside him, keeping a watchful eye on him and making sure he stayed comfortable. You couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering alone, and you were determined to stay by his side until he was back to his usual strong and confident self.
But for now, it was enough to see him at peace, knowing that he felt safe and loved in your care.
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Author’s Note:
I hope you enjoyed this sweet and tender moment between Clawd and his girlfriend (Reader)! It’s always nice to see the softer side of a tough werewolf, especially when he’s not feeling well. If you have any other requests, feel free to share!
