#chef slowik

[missjaystone]

Promotion

Summary: Chef Julian Slowik sets his sights on making you something more than his next sous chef. Pairing: Julian Slowik x Reader Word Count: 1,710

Kink Prompt: Power Play | Dom/Sub Warnings: Slight dubcon/coercion, power imbalance, dom/sub tones, hints of (and obvious) sexual harassment.

A/N: I wrote this for me. I am the one who wants to get fucked by Ralph Fiennes's character in The Menu. I am my own target audience.

Standing tall and silent to the side, Chef Julian's all-seeing eyes burned holes into the back of your head. He watched every move you made like a hawk. He made his way around the kitchen slowly, making sure everyone was doing exactly what they were supposed to. You were leaning over the counter with tweezers to place the garnishes around the plate before you when you felt his presence behind you. "Good steady hand." Julian compliments coolly. "Thank you, chef." You respond without stopping or taking your eyes off the dish in front of you. It's a miracle you didn't jump when he put a hand on your hip. His hand stayed on your hip as you put the tiniest pieces of the dish into place, even going so far as to step up until he was pressing himself against you, making sure you felt his erection. A shiver ran up your spine as he leaned over you, further pressing his hardness into your backside. You didn't object at all at the contact, you'd seen what happened to the people who rejected Chef Slowik and you were determined to not end up like them. "When dinner finishes and I dismiss the others, stay in the kitchen." He orders. "Yes, chef." You say with a slight tremble in your voice. All the other chefs were too busy focusing on perfecting their own plates to pay any mind to the suggestive position Julian put you both in.

Dinner proceeded as usual, without further contact from Julian. Once everyone was fed and sent away, the rest of the staff began returning the kitchen to its spotless state, wrapping up at 2:30 in the morning. "Everyone can leave. Get some rest before tomorrow." Julian dismisses before turning his gaze to you. "Except you." Now that nobody was busy, you felt everyone's eyes on you as they filed out of the kitchen, leaving only you and Chef Slowik in the pristine kitchen. "How long have you been cooking?" He asks you. "Since I was a child, chef." You answer. "It was my duty as the oldest to take care of my siblings when my parents couldn't or wouldn't." "Do you enjoy it?" He questions. "Immensely, chef. What started as my duty became my passion. I can't do anything besides cook." You answer calmly. "That's not entirely true. You can follow orders better than the others. You can present better than them, you can work harder than them. I believe you are better than them." Julian states. "How would you like to be my new sous?" He offers. It's a miracle you manage to keep your jaw off the floor when you answer him. "That would be the opportunity of a lifetime, Chef. I'd be honored."

"I expect more from my sous than the other chefs, you know." He warns. "I expect my sous to follow my orders to a T, to go the extra mile to make sure Hawthorne runs smoothly, to do as I say without questioning or arguing with me. Do you think you can do that?" He asks, stepping up to tower over you. "Yes, Chef." You say with a nod. "Then get on your knees." His voice was atonal, devoid of any emotion, almost to the point of being robotic. He said it like it was any other order in the kitchen. There's only a split second of hesitation before you sink to your knees before him. "Do you know what I want from you?" Julian asks, tilting your chin up to meet his dark blue eyes. "You want me to prove I'll do whatever you ask of me, regardless of what it is, Chef." You answer. "Smart girl." Julian hums in approval, running his thumb along your bottom lip in a silent quest for access. Your lips parted just enough to take his thumb into your mouth before wrapping your lips around it. He watches intently as you suck on the digit, only to abruptly pull it out after a few moments. He kept a close eye on your hands as they undid his belt and zipper, fishing his rock-hard cock out without so much as a single tremble.

Julian's breathing catches slightly in his throat when you lean forward and take the head of his member into your mouth, moving slowly just like you had with his thumb before he took it away. With a steady grip on his base, you began slowly bobbing your head, taking him into your mouth little by little. His eyes fluttered shut with each. A small groan escaped Julian's lips when he felt his head hit the back of your throat. "You can do it." He hums when you gag around him, and the way he says it makes it sound like more of a general statement, a fact even, and less of an encouragement. When you didn't move fast enough for his liking, he frowned. "You will do it or you won't be in my kitchen much longer." He said more firmly. You give a slight nod and take a deep breath through your nose before taking his length into your throat. You bobbed your head and relaxed your throat, taking in more of him with each bob of your head until your nose touched his pubic bone and you gagged. Julian let out quiet noises as you worked, bobbing your head along his length with garbled noises, letting your tongue trace the vein on the underside of his cock. This continued for a few minutes before he tangled his fingers in your hair tightly and pulled you off of him.

Lust entirely darkened his eyes when he tilted your head up to look at him. "Get up and bend over the counter." He says in the same voice he'd used to send you to your knees. You wordlessly scramble to your feet and turn around, but he stops you from bending over. "Undress first." You don't trust your voice to speak for you, so you just give a nod and strip down to your underwear. A small, genuine smile crossed his features as he watched you. "Perfect." He mutters. He easily maneuvers your pliant body until you're bent over the counter. "You'll be a good sous... but an even better partner," Julian says as he runs his hand down the curve of your spine until he reaches your ass. "P-Partner?" You question, your voice faltering when he pulls your underwear down until the flimsy fabric falls slack and drops to your ankles. "That's right." He nods, stepping up behind you and teasingly running the head of his member through your wet petals.

"Do you want to know why I've picked you specifically?" Julian asks, dragging his tip through your folds until it catches on your entrance. "Why-" Your question is cut off when he leans over you, slowly pushing his member into your waiting opening. "Because you're obedient and eager to please," Julian whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly. "I picked you because you are submissive." He states as he bottoms out. "You crave having orders to follow, being told what to do, and I'm going to be the one to give that to you." He husks as he slowly begins to thrust his hips. He talks over your moans. "You aren't just like the others, you're more special than them, more talented, more intelligent, more devout. You are better than them." He says as he thrusts into you. You gripped the edge of the counter as his thrusts quickly went from slow and easy to fast and almost punishing, each one forcing a moan out of your throat. Julian tangles his fingers in your hair and turns your head to the side enough to press his lips to yours in a heated, commanding kiss, biting your bottom lip slightly. That hand stayed tangled in your hair, holding your lips to his while the other left your ass to give your clit some rough attention. He angles his hips some until he finds your G-spot, reveling in the louder moan you let out.

"J-Julian..." You stammer breathlessly between your moans. "Not yet." He hisses as he bucks his hips into you, furiously chasing his release. The edge of the counter was beginning to painfully dig into your hips with each rough snap of his hips. The closer you get to your impending orgasm, the more your vision blurs and fills with stars. The combination of Julian's thrusts, his attention to your sensitive clit, and the way he tugged your hair was quickly bringing you closer to the edge you were determined not to fall off of just yet. Every movement of his was hellbent on seeing if you could follow his order. "See? You crave not disappointing me." He whispers smugly in your ear as he nears his climax. "Go on, pet, let go and come for me." Julian orders. It sends a chill through your body as you cave beneath him, letting go and moaning out his name as white-hot bliss overtakes every fiber of your being. Julian falls over the edge right on the tail end of your orgasm, letting out an almost primal-sounding moan as he buries himself to the hilt before filling you with his release.

His grip on you loosens when your orgasms subside. You shudder some at the feeling of his spend dripping down your thighs. Julian smirks at the reaction while tucking himself back into his pants. He grabs one of the nearby dish towels and almost gently cleans up the mess between your legs. "Tomorrow, you can move your things into my home." He states. "Y-Yes, Chef." You mumble with a nod. Julian cups your cheeks and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before planting another to your lips. "You will be phenomenal as my sous, as my partner, and as other things to come." He says with a smile. "Thank you, Chef Slowik." You say almost numbly as your mind processes everything that just happened. "Please, you can call me Julian when it's just us," He says jovially. "Thank you, Julian." You correct yourself. "Anything for you, my dear," Julian says with a smile, pressing another kiss to your lips.

I also wrote this for @bdffkierenwalker because she has been an amazing friend and always encourages me to write things that I want to write.

[noonemonitorsmyscreentime]

The Menu: You don't need to overanalyze and deconstruct things to enjoy them.

Glass Onion: But if that's what makes you happy, go for it.

[crossoverheaven]

Modern day icons of horror has gotta be one of my favorite genders

[uservaulty]

Ralph Fiennes as Chef Julian Slowik in The Menu (2022)

[dibschair]

So are we gonna ✨️babygirlify✨️

the chef from The Menu or...?

[the-faceless-bride]

Slowik... Chef Slowik. From the menu....

[garethamm]

Yes, Chef

[astralbondpro]

The Menu (2022) // Dir. Mark Mylod

[defiant-art]

we love you too chef

[visionsynth]

we luv u 2 chef

[ordinaryschmuck]

I do like how The Menu makes it clear that almost every person invited to eat Chef Slowik's restaurant are NOT good people but not fully BAD people either. They flaunt their wealth, harmed the artists, and people like Tyler invited a prostitute to a dinner he KNOWS she'll die in...but look how they all act in the end. As they're accepting their fates, they DO show a last bit of kindness to their dates and to each other. It's almost as if they hoped to survive this in some way if they act nice enough, but at the same it gives this sense that they would have been willing to better themselves if given the chance of survival. They saw the worst parts of themselves that night, realized that they wouldn't have been there if they were different people, and at least wanted their last moments to make peace with the ones they love.

Meanwhile, Chef Slowik is straight up fucking insane.

I get it, the rich suck and the poor's awesome, but also FUCK THIS GUY. He killed himself and his crew for this big, artistic food dish all so they can stick it to the rich. Except that no one knew they were there and the only person who will really take away ANYTHING from this managed to get off on a boat out of pure luck just because she stumbled upon his mementos about being a fry cook. He is NOT a fully good man just like how most of his victims aren't completely bad. And I think the movie knows that. So much of it is him getting petty revenge over the rich twats who think they own the world, yet his main reason for killing a movie star isn't the fucked up things he does in life. It's because the guy starred in a bad movie that ruined Slowik's day off. Not the writers, director, or even the studio that manufactured bad art in the first place. No, he went for the actor and killed his girlfriend because she was rich enough not to use student loans. Slowik's message is as flawed as his own morals and tells me exactly how I should NEVER let art get to my head.

Art is beautiful and it's something that the rich can never truly appreciate. But also, we as artists forget to appreciate the simplistic kind of art, appreciated by most people and not high society artists.

[aj-allen97]

Saw The Menu and I can’t help but kind of laugh at how jealous Elsa gets at Margot/Erin and the possibility that Slowik can and might replace her.

Which wouldn’t be funny if Slowiks plan was only to kill the asshole diners and not everyone who works there. Like did Elsa not get the memo about the evening plan of murder and suicide? Was she afraid that Slowik would back out of the suicide part and run off into the sunset to start a new restaurant with Margot/Erin? Or did she actually think in the last hour(?) of them living that Slowik was gonna kill her, hire Margot/Erin and have her play hostess until the place goes up in flames?

[90smovieolderbrother]

chef julian is babygirl, actually.

[sirbogarde]

Waiting for the incoming girl bossification of Ralph Fiennes Chef Slowik from the Menu

[horrorvillaintourney]

Round 1B, Match Eleven: Chef Slowik (The Menu) vs. Freddy Kreuger (A Nightmare On Elm Street)

PROPAGANDA FOR CHEF SLOWIK:

"He creates twisted psychological cuisines…and also just some solid food."

NO PROPAGANDA WAS PROVIDED FOR FREDDY. IF YOU WISH TO SUBMIT PROPAGANDA, THE ASK BOX SHOULD BE OPEN.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

my new favorite genre of fictional man seems to be incredibly domineering, mildly sadistic, and more than willing to set you on fire to keep himself warm

which is concerning