We have no snookie bear or she hunny.
We both have sarcastic personalities and our love is shown in strange ways. He knows I love him when I call him a shit head or an asshole. He returns the love with calling me a bitch or a little shit head.
It works.
Shug…to close friends and family. Bo for a guy. I have had such epithets as SweetPea, Sugar lump, Sis and Toots applied to me.
The one that I’ve always hated was strangers or mere acquaintances calling me Sweetie. Usually when that happens, the bitch comes out to play.
The puss cookies cost extra.
I was at a company picnic talking to one of my co-workers and my wife. In the conversation I called my wife “Babe” a couple of times, which is what I call her (I almost never use her name). I stepped away for a minute to refresh my beer, and my co-worker said to her, “So, Babe, where do you work?” She had to correct him. We’ve been laughing about it for years.
Okay, I’m going to tag on the end of this and ask for some slightly different help. I’m working on a series of stories (that at some point I’m actually going to finish). It started as an AU Joker/Harley thing, but it’s changed. A lot. (the most important one being that he would never ever ever hurt her. Ever). (Anyone who cares can read excerpts here: http://silvercat17.livejournal.com/tag/wildcard )
Anyway, I’m trying really hard to think of a replacement for ‘pudding’ for Daisy to call Wildcard. At this moment I’m really tempted to go with ‘puppums’. I’ve decided she can’t use ‘honey’ for reasons I won’t bore you with. I don’t really want to be extremely generic (sweetie, dear, etc). And it can’t be even vaguely insulting, because he’s very vain. He calls her ‘darling.’
I’m having a hard time cuz I’ve never been a relationship. My mom just calls my dad ‘your father’, his name, or Mr. Lastname. In fact, no one I can think of calls their SO by a pet name.
So, does anyone want to cast a vote for something?
I probably wouldn’t post this if I weren’t drunk:
I am “Fuzzy” to her. I don’t know why: I’m not that hirsute.
She is “Renni” to me. She is Indian, but doesn’t speak very much Hindi. In our early days dating I asked her how to say “Queen” and that was her response. Later, her mother confirmed for me that it should be closer to “Ranni” but by then it was too late. Of course, she now claims that’s what she said in the first place, but I know the truth.
My parents both call each other “Honey.”
Little Slave Girl.
Yes, really. 
I totally had to google that because I’ve never gotten around to reading any Spiderman comics. Dammit, I think that slightly tarnishes the coolness of my favorite pet name.
That one irks me, too. I can tolerate it from little old ladies, but only just. Anybody else gets the look of death (and sometimes a growl) if they try it.
A former GF called me “Lambie pie”. I have to admit I kinda liked it.
I used to call my last girlfriend Smoochie Face. I’m not proud of it.
I call my wife “Hot shot”. I don’t know why.
Ours are pretty simple. I’m “Sweetie” and daHubby is “BearBear.” I gave him that nick when we first started dating because his totem animal is a bear, so I called him “my bear.” “BearBear” evolved from that and unless we’re in public or I’m pissed off at him, that’s what I call him.
My ex was bunnycat, I was tigerbear. After a few years it got kind of lame so we both became sweetie.
When I first interacted with the woman I went out with last night, I was calling her Goofball. After some playful interaction, she became Evil Goofball. Now I just call her by her name.
childhood:, Lizzie, Iddie (godparents, their daughter was NeeNee for Janine), foodie ( by my sister)
exhusband called me Wif, I called him Hubba
ex-mother-in-law called me LizzieBoo
When I was in the Air Force, I was examining a infant that had a bad runny nose. I jokingly said: “We’re going to have to call you SnotNose”. The infants dad, a stiffly starched Major, said very calmly: “No, I think we’ll call him Bobby”
I always seem to land on “Kitty”. I think I secretly want all my girlfriends to be cats, or that I just keep them as cat substitutes. Hey, it’s easier to keep girls than cats in a tiny city apartment, as long as they’re properly house trained.
Oddly enough, that’s what I call my cat. That, and “sweetbutt,” which is a misnomer if ever there was one.
We use initials. For years my husband has been my RFL (pronounced, cleverly, “Are Eff ELL”). It stands for “Reason For Living.” I’ve been his MF and L (My Friend and Lover). Sometimes we call each other Ess Oh (Significant Other).
Yeah, I know, we’re not normal.
Snookums.
It started off as a joke and now we use it on a regular basis (but never in public!)
Kiddo. We use this in public too, doesn’t have the intimacy of snookums however.
I seem to attract silly pet names
I have one guy friend who calls me “somebody else” as a pet name… It’s odd, and people do look at us funny sometimes, but I find it endearing, since it’s a constant reminder of just how long we’ve been friends.
An ex-boyfriend (now friend) who calls me “silly duck” or just “ducky”
And another ex-boyfriend (who I’ve remained very close to) who calls me 88, evil girl, and an almost infinate number of other silly names.
My immediate family calls me bear or sissy, and my nieces and nephew call me Auntie <mispronouncation of my first name>. (I have an unusal first name, and I used to hate mispronouncations of my name, my sister taught her kids to call me this just to be a brat… fortunatley, her plan backfired thanks to the adorableness of her offspring, and I now don’t mind)
In general, I’ll answer to just about anything, and I find most nicknames cute… but “Baby” and “Angel” are deal breakers… I just cannot stand to be called by either of those names. This is totally my problem (they trigger flashbacks and nightmares etc. related to an abusive ex.) and I don’t expect people to know in advance, but if I’ve bothered to ask you not to call me something (and explain why) and you still keep doing it, then your not the kind of person I’m interested in being with.
Try “cuddlebug.” Or “cupcake.”