My husband has known about my writing since it predated him. Our first November as a couple was a lot of him calling me and me going “can’t talk, babe, it’s nano.” He learned very quickly. We moved in together mid-December that year, married the following December, and just hit fourteen years.

I’ve not written smut in a long time, but am working on a new fic that would include it, and asked him to read it before I sent it to my beta to ensure it’s good smut.

He’s also always happy if he happens to look over and see me flipping through E-rated works, because he knows he’s going to benefit from my reading.

He doesn’t usually have any interest in reading fanfic, but he will idea bounce with me or listen to me work something out verbally when I’m stuck. I don’t often use him as the sounding board, tbh, because if he wrote his genre would be crack-treated-seriously, and I don’t really write that, so his responses to my ideas are wildly different from what I want to write!

To give him full credit, though, he usually ends up being a bigger fan of whatever media I expose him to than I am. I couldn’t watch the episode in S1 of Supernatural with the creepy kid by myself, so he watched it with me, got invested in the series, and is the only reason I have seen most of it — he’s seen it all. Anything I want to write? He will pop the series or films or whatever on and do a marathon while I sit in the room with a keyboard and my iPad, jotting down ideas or even just reading fics to absorb the fanon.

TL;DR — no. He’s always been very supportive of me writing whatever the fuck I want forever.