#Harmon Rabb Jr.

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Andrea Parker as Kate Pike 1995 in JAG “Brig Break“

https://ncis.fandom.com/wiki/Brig_Break_(episode)

[rosapiike]

[harmandmac]

Harm & Mac's Love Language: Hands.

[bullet-prooflove]

New Orleans: Harmon 'Harm' Rabb Jr x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @keyweegirlie @dizzybee03 @buckysteveloki-me @sca3a @flopiboni

Takes place after:

Flight Deck - It starts on the flight deck of the USS Allegiance.

Hourglass - You remember the moment you fell in love with Harm.

Happy Birthday (NSFW) - Harm tries to make it home for your birthday.

It’s when Harm steps into the kitchen of your New Orleans apartment that he realises you’re wearing his t-shirt. He’s spent five minutes looking for it in amongst the trail of clothes you left leading to the bedroom before he makes that discovery.

The sunlight streams in through the open windows, the breeze causes the light, gauzy curtains to dance to the melody of the musician on the street as he plays ‘When The Saints Go Marching In” on his trumpet.

It’s eight thirty in the morning on his first day in New Orleans and already he’s in love.

You smile when he wraps his arms around you, the heat from his body permeating the thin shirt, warming your skin. His lips chase up along the curve of your throat and you make that sweet noise again, the one he remembers so fondly from last night.

“You should come back to bed.” He whispers, his fingertips toying with the hem of the t-shirt. “I haven’t given you your birthday present yet.”

“You could give it to me right here on the counter.” You tease, so he does.

Teasing kisses, give way to wandering hands and before he knows it you’re already soaked and keening for him. He tugs your panties down your thighs, the fabric damp with your slick before he slowly enters you from behind.

It’s a different angle from last night, a deeper one, it strikes some cord inside of you that has you chanting his name like a mantra as he fucks you with long, punctuated thrusts. He chases your pleasure, your delirium, his cock raking over that deviant little spot inside of you until your tightening around him. He claps his hand over your mouth because the windows are open and you’re getting a little loud and he can tell it gets you off from the way you grip his dick.

“You want me to come inside you baby?” He whispers into your ear because Harm, he ain’t nothing but a gentleman and this is only the second time you’ve been together. “Like last night?”

You moan against his hand and he smiles against your skin, his fingers tracing circles over your clit. The ecstasy it builds like a crescendo inside of you, each note taking you higher and higher until the rapture hits and you’re coming all over him. You take him with you, his release spilling deep as he buries his face into the side of your neck, stifling his euphoria.

He holds you close in the aftermath, his hands stroking over your sensitive flesh underneathe the fabric of his t-shirt.

“Fuck.” You whisper, your head falling back against his chest. “I wish all my birthdays could start like this.”

His nose trails up along the curve of your throat, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“Stick with me.” He murmurs as his thumb traces over the tattoo of the moon and stars on your hip. “And I promise, every single one of them will.”

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[starrybouquet]

Harm and Mac in 3x10 People v. Rabb

I suppose you think I owe you now. Oh, you bet.

[incorrectjag]

Intern: Can you tell me where I can find Admiral Chegwidden’s office, please.

Harm: Yeah. You go straight down there, you turn left, you look for a broken down, tired old man, and you follow him.

Intern: And he’ll take me to Admiral Chegwidden?

Mac: That is Admiral Chegwidden.                                                         

[stardustinthesky]

first│last

[rosapiike]

I love a married couple looking at each other in a meaningful way while eating Chinese food.

[nikkeisimmer]

Narrator: But we do have to give them a campfire so that they can cook whatever they catch. And they are going to have to go hunting, or designate someone as the main hunter.

Meg: I’ll go tend the garden.

Phil: And I’ll go pet the fish…

Keeter: Good for you, Phil.

Narrator: so...Meg would harvest the apple tree and the lettuce plant and hopefully the deer wouldn’t go after the lettuce plant while they were asleep because if they lose that lettuce plant, life is really going to suck for them.

The rest of them would go and fish for their dinner. It’s now 12:08 PM in Hidden Springs and Meg will make her way to the bookstore to get 7 copies of the handiness skill book as well as the same number of the inventing skill book. Mainly because they all have to get those skills up before they can do anything regarding putting up any form of shelter.

Meg: Y’know, it would be a lot easier for me to just take a taxi.

Narrator: Look at it this way, you’re saving money.

Meg: With §17,500,000...we have to save MONEY?

Narrator: And you see, when everyone is forced to walk or run, you get to meet people that way. See how many people are getting out and getting some exercise?

Meg: You’re a sadist.

Narrator: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Now Meg ran back and had to fish for her dinner that night so she didn’t waste any time. Keeter now has two anchovy and two sea sludges and a red herring. He’s also got a opportunity to sell three fish for money. If he sells the anchovy and the red herring, he’s gonna really have fun because last I knew, sea sludges aren’t edible. Even if they were, they eat from garbage left on the bottom of the sea bed.

Keeter: Ugh...really?

Narrator: Yeah, really. You mean you weren’t paying attention in Gr. 10 Biology class?

Keeter: No, not really...you see there were a lot of hot babes in high-school.

Meg (fishing): OMG...this is absolutely boring.

Narrator: It’s 3:29 in the afternoon, I would have thought you’d caught something by now.

Meg (sarcastically): ...other than an extremely fatal case of boredom?

Harm (trying to be helpful): I’ll share my fish with you, Meg. I’ve got plenty.

Meg: You don’t have to, Harm.

Mac (sarcastically): Yeah, I’m sure that’s not the ONLY thing you want to share with her.

Narrator (pulls up a chair and eats popcorn): Oooh, this is going to get interesting.

[ivedonestranger]

For anyone who really knows me, I am someone who really cares about preserving history; especially internet history where it is so easy to vanish into the digital ether.

In 2004, I wrote a fanfic that vanished from the internet. It wasn't some great piece it was actually quite horrible but the archive it was on died and so did the fics. In 2010 I found it again in the wayback machine. I resurrected all those fics where they lived on my hard drive migrating from machine to machine looking for a home. Until today.

I am happy that AO3 and OTW's Open Door project has led to me finally finding a home for 600+ fics.

As of today, they will live on AO3 as soon as I am thru importing them.

Today was a good day. A quest I undertook coming to completion.

A tiny piece of History saved.

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Tracey Needham as Meg Austin 1995 in JAG “Brig Break“

https://ncis.fandom.com/wiki/Brig_Break_(episode)

[jewishgirlrevolt]

I’m rewatching JAG and I discovered something. The actor who plays Rabb married before the show started to the woman who plays LT SINGER! 🤯

[harmandmac]

Harm and Mac || "I was in your neighborhood"

[bullet-prooflove]

Chevy Corvette: Harmon Rabb x Reader

Tagging: @keyweegirlie@dizzybee03@snowlover250@kenbechillin@too-strong-to-lose

You are the only woman that Harm has ever let drive his 1969 Cherry Red Corvette ‘Betty’. He’s away six months out of the year and you are the only person he trusts to give her a run around to keep the engine tipping over.

“Drive her to work a couple of days a week or take her out at the weekend.” He requests as he hands over the keys before his latest deployment.

“I’ll make sure to keep your darling happy.” You tease as you place the keys in the drawer by the front door. “Just make sure to keep this darling happy too.”

He smiles at you then with that wolfish grin of his before he takes you bed.

“How’s my baby doing?” He asks when he calls a month later from the USS Allegiance.

You’re standing outside in the sun back in Washington. You have his aviators perched on your head, pushing back your loose hair as you sit inside the Corvette in the parking lot at work.

“Do you mean me or the car?” You ask him and he can’t help but laugh.

“Why not both?” He responds as he adjusts the picture he has beside his bunk. It’s the one of you leaning against the Chevy in nothing but a denim shorts and a white vest top. It had been taken a couple of months ago when he’d told you about the deployment.

“Let me give you something to think about while you’re away.” You’d whispered in his ear, as your fingers curled in his hair. “Any fantasy, anything that’s going to keep you thinking of me when you’re away.”

“There is one thing…” He’d said.

He’s always had a thing for pretty girls and fast cars.  

You’d fulfilled that fantasy and then some. You’re the only woman he’s ever fucked in the Corvette. If that isn’t love, he doesn’t know what it is.

“Have you given any thought to the other thing we talked about?” He asks you as he sits down on the edge of his rig and runs his hand through his dark hair.

“I have.” You say quietly, looking at the antique engagement ring on your finger, the one Harm had left on your nightstand the morning before he left.

“Just think about it.” He’d whispered as he’d smoothed the hair away from your sleepy features. “There’s no pressure.”

“I’ve given it a lot of thought.” You tell him, your thumb chasing over the pretty silver band.  “And I think I’m ready to marry you Captain Rabb.”

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[starrybouquet]

tagged by @sluttyhenley! thank you my friend!!

rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

She couldn't find it in herself to hate what the men in her life had so ardently loved.

that sentence has way too many words in it but uhh tagging @geneeste @ladywaffles @doodledrawreblogs @curator-on-ao3 @tinknevertalks @tommyjop @lannisterdaddyissues @redbelles @horserad-ish @gabolange (no pressure, obviously!!)

[incorrectjag]

Mac: *muttering angrily in Farsi*

Harm: I know. I know.

Bud: Wait, you speak Farsi too, Sir?

Harm: No Lieutenant. I just know the phrase ‘this is all your fault’ in every language she speaks.