sundays with the simpsons

On April 19, 1987, a momentous event happened: America was introduced to one of its most enduring families, The Simpsons.

Bart, Homer, Marge and the rest of the family first appeared in 48 short filler segments on the sketch comedy program The Tracey Ullman Show, but those first characters were very different from the Simpsons of today.

When Matt Groening created The Simpsons, Furniss says, people were excited to see what the cartoonist would do within the field of animation. With the show, she says Groening set a new standard for animation on TV, especially when it came to shows that were more crass and humorous.

“When The Simpsons came out, people were so worried about the crude behavior,” Furniss says. “But they didn’t have any idea that South Park or Beavis and Butt-head were on the horizon and would be much more outrageous in a lot of ways.”

Since the days of the early filler segments and The Simpsons’ launch as its own show in December 1989, the town of Springfield and its yellow inhabitants have managed to become TV’s longest-running, prime-time scripted entertainment series.

With such a long history, it’s no surprise that there have been more than a few times when The Simpsons were the subject of a story here at NPR. Here you’ll find a sampling of this work, with an assurance that there’s always more to come — so long as Homer and Co. continue to let us into their world on Sunday nights.

30 Years Later, ‘The Simpsons’ Are A Part Of The American Family

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Brad & Y/N // wife material

*SMUT WARNING
Perfect for Simpson Sunday ;)*


You woke up in bed, alone. On Brads side of the bed there was a note.
‘All gone to the studio, we’ll be back by 12:30, love you x x x’

You looked at the clock and it was already 11. You got dressed and walked down stairs. It was quite peaceful in the house without he boys being messy, shouting and drumming. You decided you’d be nice and make them all a big Sunday roast for when they got back.

You heard the boys come through the door just as you were serving up.
“Mmm smells good Y/N.” Exclaimed Tristan.
“It’s almost ready guys go and sit down.”
Connor, James and Tristan left the kitchen, Brad stayed and watched you from behind.

“How was the studio?”

“Good.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist an rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I can’t pour the gravy when you do that Brad.”

“But I missed you.” He mumbled against your neck showing no signs of moving.

You giggled at his adorableness and he sighed, eventually pulling away letting you finish up.

You folded your arms admiring your work.

“I’m hungry Y/N.”

“Go on take your plate then.”

“Not that kind of hungry.” He murmured spinning you around and kissing you hotly.

Brad was eager today, you thought. His hands went under your top as his tongue brushed against yours. Your hands flew to his curls as he pushed you against the counter.

“You cooking turns me on so much.” He breathed grabbing your thighs and setting them on he counter. He spread your legs and stood in between them. You gasped as his hot tongue found your neck. He pulled you closer and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You heard some footsteps come towards the door so Brad left you and grabbed the plates, forcing them into the boys hands as they walked in. They noticed you still sitting on the counter, smirked and left.

Bradley returned to you, his cheeks red and eyes wide. His mouth also returned to yours as he grabbed your thighs and picked you up, walking to the staircase.

He kissed you passionately as he walked you up the stairs. When you got the bedroom he pushed you up against the door, grinding on you. You both were beyond horny now.

You jumped off him and pushed his hands against the door, staring at him lustfully. You kneeled in front of him slowly, he watched you carefully as you undid his jeans and slid them down.

You took off his boxers and kissed his dick. Brad lost his breath as you took him in your mouth and started sucking.
“Fucking hell.”

Brad gripped the door handle hard as you got to work. His face was pink and his eyes were rolling. Fireworks were going off in his stomach at the pleasure you were causing him. He let out a few throaty moans before he pulled out.

“I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”
He said throwing you on the bed, both of you ripping off the remains of your clothes.

He entered you fast causing you to moan loudly. He held your hands above your head as he thrusted in and out. You closed your eyes as you gave yourself over to him.
A list of profanities left your mouths as you reached your orgasms. His thrusts slowed down as you came together.

Bradley laid next to you, his chest rising up and down. He spoke, out of breath. “You cook…you suck…I’m gonna have I make you my wife someday.”

You hugged him and he hugged you back, your legs entwined.