Cheesy Nicknames To Call Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

, he giggled as I realized what he was doing. I got too much embarrassed. "What did you think? I'm definitely not horny now. Let me feel my pumpkin", he cracked up. "Huh! It still hasn't grown up so much. How can you call it pumpkin?", I laughed back? "Well, if I can call such a big girl a baby, why can't I call this one?", he frowned. "Don't find logic in nicknames" "Aha! Like I should call you fucking horny gangsta, not bittersweet gangsta", I giggled.

“Tell your grandpa friend Alex—or whatever his name is—to back off. I bite.” He let go. I scrambled back to my seat, heart pounding, and poured myself a generous glass of wine. I gulped it down in one go, coughing violently. “Mi—Mimi!” he exclaimed, leaning forward with a napkin. I swatted it away. “Why do you keep calling me that?” “Because we’re dating,” he said coolly. “And couples have nicknames. I call you Mimi-licious. Mimi for short.” I groaned and poured another drink. “You’re insane.”

I feel like I need to give him a nickname of his own, something special and unique that represents what he means to me, but my mind is drawing a blank, love-drunk in his arms. "You are too, babe," I whisper, cringing inwardly at the name my brain spewed out at me as the best choice. Babe? BABE? The most cliché nickname ever. I can do better, I just need time to think of something cool and personal, but right now I want more kissing.

I say but he rolls his eyes. "I love both of those scenarios Vinny," he says and I grumble. "Stop calling me Vinny," I tell him for the hundredth time. "Why? It suits you. You let Damian call you it," he argues with a smug grin. "Damian is mi amore, you are not. I hate the nickname but it is okay when Damian says it," I tell him and he says "aww". "What else should I call you?" He asks as we both pull our shorts on and then sit on the bench to tie our laces.

I smiled "me of course" He hug me"that's what I'll be calling you now so get use to it" "Okay " "What about me? What will you call me?" "Asher?" I joke "I'll call you Asher" "Hey! , Couples give each other sweet names and you say Asher?"he scoff and withdraw from me"that's what everyone calls me"he pout I smiled "no , not everyone, some calls you Young Master or Master Asher or Sir Asher ,you have many names"

“A nickname. People who are in relationships have pet names for each other, right?” “You can call me Kai.” I said, even though the nickname was only used by people who knew me very well. She shook her head, “what about Mal?” “What about no?” I said, laughing at the crazy name. Mal. “Boo?” I raised my eyebrow, “no.” “Lover boy?” She said playfully. “Seriously?” I laughed. “Then I’ll start calling you hotshot.” She shook her head, “no, call me babygirl. You called me that once before.”

"Vanilla for Rowan, eww Chocolate for Ryan, eww Cookie and dough for Leo, Double chocolate for Wylan Coffee for Skylar Mint chocolate + buttered pecan + moose track for Nicholas, ewwww" she finishes and they all laugh. She knows everything about the boys. She surely is not going to use the nicknames infront of her dad right. They would be embarrassed to know that her father knew that they let her call them with nicknames. However, those nicknames are meant only for them and solely for them.

He asked and my blush spread to my neck. "What possession?" I mumbled. "You're such a tease! Bad hubby." I said pointing at him. "Huh?" "Well, I thought, calling each other Avery and Maverick seems too... I don't know, normal? And since we've taken one more step forward in our relationship, why not call each other nicknames?" I shamelessly suggested and he raised a brow when I finished. "That's childish." He dismissed and I pursed my lips. "Is it?" I asked him with a chuckle. I looked away from his eyes with a nod and I wanted to push myself up. He yanked my body down and I looked away from his eyes.

So I told him with irritation, "Rakshith..Stop calling him as pookie..What name it is??.." "Why lekuu..??..I like to call him as pookie..Even our son like his nick name very much..Let's ask him whether he like his nickname or not.." He told me and asked laddoo.. "Do you like to be call pookie ??..Laddoo also smiled and clapped his hands happily as to reply him.. I got more jealous and angry after seeing their cute bond so I shouted to him in vexation..

“We’ve been over this, Dante. We’re only married on paper. Just call me Quinn.” He hums thoughtfully. “Nope. You’re my wife. We’re on our honeymoon. You need a pet name. Especially when other people are around.” I turn to give him a flat stare. “You should give me one, too, topina,” he says with a grin. “A mouse? Seriously?” I give him a disbelieving look. His grin widens, and I shoot back in my sweetest voice, “Fine. I’ve got a pet name for you too. How about coglione? Or testa di cazzo?”