When Emmet first told Rosalie he wanted to start an onlyfans account, she was absolutely against it.

"I just don't want us to be so dependent on Alice's money. I'd like to pay for our weddings myself and give you the tools and parts you need for your car."

"I'd like that too. But I don't want to give the Volturi one more reason to come after us. You can't be exposing yourself."

And to that Emmett had no other response aside from a muttered "being a vampire sucks."

To which Rose replied, "I know."

Days passed, and Rosalie hated seeing her love all bummed out. But what could she do? She threw her better judgment to the side and called Jacob, saying that she needed to blow off some steam.

When she started to run, he shifted and went after her. They ran enough to tire him out. Since it wasn't enough for the vampire, they stopped at a nearby farm and Rose started to chop wood for the family that lived there. Jake just watched in silence.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened or are you just gonna make sure this family doesn't lack wood for the duration of your life span?"

"Emmet wants to open an onlyfans account. That's a-"

"I know what it is. Who do you think told him about that?"

"Seth." Befriending the wolves was probably one of the worst decisions her family had made, according to the blonde.

"Exactly." Jake laughed when his friend scoffed. "So, you're upset your hubby wants to show off his rock hard abs to the world?"

"No, I'm upset that he's upset that he can't do it because a bunch of senile vampires say no." She bust another piece of wood open in frustration.

"So… This is not about his sparkly vampire body being shown off to the world?"

Rose rolled her eyes. "I'm not thrilled about that part, but no."

Jake motioned for them to start walking back, seeing as it was almost morning and the last thing they needed was for the family to call the cops on them. Especially since Jacob was pretty sure they had crossed the border to Canada.

"So... Unlike you, I actually get tired. You think I can get a ride back?"

Rosalie stared at the wolf boy wondering how he figured they should hitchhike back home but then, it dawned on her. "Do I look like Edward to you?"

He laughed. "You wore me out coming all the way here, wherever here is. It's the least you can do." Jacob made those puppy eyes at her that always got Edward to do what he wanted.

"I'm starting to reconsider not wanting you to turn into a vampire." Apparently, on Rose, they made her nothing but annoyed. However, she still turned her back for him to hop on.

"Just let him show off. You know he's gonna grow tired of it before anyone starts to suspect anything."

And with that, Rose and Emmett agreed that the man would do the onlyfans thing for only enough time to make money to start Rose's car restoration business (a much safer way for them to make money on their own). They also agreed that Emmett would tell his wife nothing about it.

If vampires could sweat, Emmet would be sweating right now. He masked that by emptying a water battle in his body. The man had his hand pumping his dick up and down for a while now.

"Ah…" He moaned. "How do you want it?"

As usual, he acted very bratty to the people watching and giving him commands. Playfully, saying "no" or "I don't want to…" to anything people told him to do. Rose loved when he did that, so he figured his audience would too. And judging by how his account kept growing, he was right.

In the end, he came towards the camera, as if he was doing it on the viewer's face. It was a classic on his channel. He staged the panting and tiredness for an appropriate amount of time before going back to read some last comments and say his goodbyes. The comments weren't anything special, the usual people telling him he is hot and all the ways they want to bang him. Some thanked him for that live and making them cum as well….

But there was always this one…. The one that said "someone should put him in his place" always got to him. He had that someone, Rose. And if she wasn't so against this, he would have thought she was the one leaving that comment. He would love to make a scene with her, but she would never agree.

"Mamma raised no quitters…." Emmett said to himself.

After a quick shower and some clothes, he went to his bedroom. Rosalie was on the bed reading an old beauty magazine. She said it made her feel human again. He laid by her side, and stood in silence for a little bit thinking of how to bring it up.

"Rose?"

"Hm?"

"I know you said you wanted nothing to do with my onlyfans, but by any chance, have you created a fake account to comment on my stuff?"

The woman raised an eyebrow and stared at her husband as if he needed to be put in a mental facility.

"It's just that there's always this comment that makes me think of you." Rosalie made a grossed out face, but before she could say anything, he continued. "They're saying someone should put me in my place."

"Well, they're not wrong about that. You get too full of yourself."

"Right… And who better to put me in my place than my lovely wifey?"

She followed his track in a second. "Emmett, no."

"You don't even have to show your face!"

"I told you I wanted nothing to do with that!"

"I know, I know. It's just…" Emmett trailed off. He didn't know how to continue.

"Why? And why me?" Rosalie asked after some time in silence.

"You're my wife. Who else would I do that with?"

"I'm sure you have plenty of other creators wanting to collab with you. When Emmett looked at her confused, she explained. "Jake told me how it works."

"Would you rather I did it with one of them?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then we're on the same page."

More silence.

"What would you do to hide my face?"

Emmett's smile brightened his entire face and his eyes lit up. "We could angle the camera away from your face. Or you could wear a mask?"

"I'll do the mask. Alice gave me one a few months ago and now I'm uncomfortable with whatever she saw."

They still had much to discuss, especially because if Rosalie was going to do this she needed to know and control every single detail about it. Above all, she had one condition: Jacob, under no circumstance, was to know about this. Or else, she'd quite literally never hear the end of this.

When the day came, Rosalie was a nerve wreck. Just forget the camera is there and just be yourself. Emmett had said. Easier said than done.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Let's do this. Edward cannot be the edgiest one in this family."

Emmett chuckled and turned on the camera. He positioned himself as the watcher's numbers grew by the second. He greeted them as usual.

"Stay until the end. I might have a surprise."

That did it. The comments were going crazy over this surprise. As he waited for his audience to grow enough for him to start, he kept purposefully ignoring all the comments about it. Until he couldn't anymore.

"All you guys wanna know now is the surprise." Emmett pouted, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you not like me anymore?"

The man barely contained a smile when he saw his wife roll her eyes at that.

"What should I do today? I don't really have a plan."

Despite not having a plan, he kept playfully denying his viewer's requests.

"Maybe you should start by being a good boy and doing what your fans are asking you."

"But where is the fun in that?"

Emmett checked his comments, people were all over this mystery woman's voice. This was a good sign.

"I wasn't asking." He needed to draw her out.

"You're not the boss of me."

Rose lifted an eyebrow. "You wanna try that again?"

"Nah, I'm good."

The woman narrowed her eyes, like she did whenever she was annoyed. It was a competition to see who got this look from her more often: him, Edward or Bella.

Just to push his luck a bit more, Emmett stuck out his tongue.

Rose walked calmly towards him. In one swift move she had him over his lap. "How many beatings he should get for that disrespect?" She addressed the camera directly.

A lot of the moments asked who she was. So she simply said. "I'm the one who's going to teach this brat some manners."

The first slap echoed through the room. Emmett bit down his moan. Not yet. He looked at the screen and all the commenters praised Rose. Some even asked her to leave a mark on his ass. He'd like that too.

Apparently, she liked the praises. She started to spank him with vigor. Soon enough, Emmett couldn't hold back his moans anymore.

"Maybe now you wanna try that again?"

"That didn't hurt."

The man saw a devilish smile appear on his wife's face. "Then let's make it hurt."

This next round of spanking almost made Emmet believe he was getting a mark despite not having blood anymore for some decades. And they say the dead can't feel pain.

"Tell me what you want him to do. I'll make sure he's a good boy and satisfy you."

Requests poured from left and right. And he did every single one of them. Emmett honestly never thought Rose would enjoy it that much. It had taken him a few decades to convince her to dominate him. He was happy for her, even if having a dildo the size of an elephant's paw up his ass wasn't the most comfortable thing.

The man took a peak at the comments. People loved Rose. As they should, he thought. Maybe now that he got her to do it once, and that she seemed to have such a taste for it, he could get her to appear more times.

"Well, isn't that a good boy following all your orders? Rosalie's voice echoed through the room. "Next time he's giving you a hard time, just call me and I'll put him back in his place."

The woman got up and left. Emmet layed there, completely worn out. Somehow, he managed to get up, make a cheeky empty threat and turn off the camera before he let his body collapse on the bed again.

"You ok?" The voice came from the door. "I think I got a little carried away."

"You think?" Emmett let out a breathless laughter. "I can take it. How are you?"

"That was thrilling!"

"Maybe we can do that again some other time?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, but sighed. "Yeah, maybe."